Akiko In Blue

Akiko In Blue

I hate the weather in San Fran sometimes. Specifically the fog and drizzle. Sometimes it just goes on and on for most of the day before it burns off. On this particular afternoon I was hurrying from a parking deck to a gym, where my mission was to take place. I was wet and cold and my umbrella was basically useless. I just wanted to yell "rain already!" up at the sky, but I just kept my head down and trotted to the entrance.

Pushing my way into the revolving door, I fussed over my damp outfit. Once through, I was accosted by a girl in a red uniform. "Welcome to Soporo Health Spa! Please enjoy your stay!" she gushed. It gave me a little case of deja vecu, because her whole vibe was Japanese, only she wasn't. That uniform seemed out of place here.

My own threads were pretty nice. A sharp jacket, blouse and string tie, rounded out by a black skirt and sensible shoes. I had my workout crap in a black bag thrown over my shoulder. I was the perfect little executive gal on the go, indistinguishable from the bland, young dot-commers around me.

Only I'm really a secret agent.

No really! My name's Akiko Masumi, and I work for Nepthys, this ultra-secret intelligence agency you've never heard of. We're employed by different world powers to keep Min Sect (bad guys of the worst sort) from causing too much trouble. Less than a thousand people in the world know about us. We're way more secret than the NSA, so it's real 007 stuff. Kinda corny, but that's my job and I'm pretty good at it.

Soporo Health spa was really a front for Min Sect. We found this out after investigating the disappearance of several young women, and I was here to see what was really going on.

I made my way through the lobby, looking for the locker room. The place was pretty swank, done up in tasteful Euro-gray. The locker room door was pretty easy to spot - it was fire engine red - so I slipped through it and started to change. It was good to get out of those conservative duds and into something a little more comfortable. I checked myself out in the mirror when I was done. My two-piece outfit wasn't really the best thing to exercise in, it was more for show. The kind of thing you'd see on that slutty blonde tennis star, Anna what's-her-name. The guys in the weight room were gonna be happy with me.

In the mirror, I caught sight of my Badtz Maru wristwatch and I sort of spaced out for a minute. I wondered how I might have ended up if I'd stayed back in Shibuya with my grandparents. You see, I didn't choose to be a Nepthys operative, I was recruited. When I was little, I wanted to be an idol singer. As it happened, I came to California with my parents and went to college at UCLA. Before I could finish my upper grad work in Biochemistry, I was whisked away by a strange woman and trained in several schools of ass-kicking. I guess it was all for the best - if I was an idol-singer in Japan I'd be way past kawaii at twenty-five, I'd be out to pasture already. There are enough Namie Amuro's in the world. How many girls with my looks can sink a three-point jumper or handle an AK?

I gave myself a little smile in the mirror. That was enough 'what if?' for one day. I was on the clock.

So I headed for the weight room. Predictably, every male head in the room locked onto me when I made my entrance. Don't mean to brag, but I'm used to that. I went through the motions on the nautilus machine for awhile, trying to make it look like work. My fitness regimen at Nepthys keeps me pretty buff, and on top of that I'm a fiend for basketball. But I was trying to fit in here, so I toned it down a little. While I huffed and puffed, I tried to see if anything suspicious was going on. There were some weird unmarked doors, a few characters in lab coats (huh?) and a lot of guys looking at my boobs.

After awhile I got bored with the weights and decided to kick back a little. So I headed for the pool. Soporo Health Spa had a nice Olympic dealie, complete with fake palm trees and this weird-ass fake sunlight. Near the shallow end was a door, flanked by two Baywatch-looking goons. What was so special about that door, that it needed guards? I dragged a deck chair to a strategic place where I could keep an eye on it.

It felt good to chill out in here, so I closed my eyes and considered my options. I had to figure out a way into the guts of this place. Find out what these baddies were up to. I was thinking of a discreet way to get those guards away from the door when something cold stung me.

I jerked upright, my back audibly peeling away from the rubber chair. Something was fluttering against my tummy. Looking down, I saw this crazy looking blue dragonfly thing - all metallic and glittery. And it was stinging me right near my belly button! I gasped as it pulsed the last of its venom into me and I tried to stand up, but a wave of drowsiness hit me like a ten-footer in the California surf. Then the little bastard yanked its stinger out of my abdomen and buzzed off, leaving me all kinds of fucked up.

That's when my heart started pounding. I thought I was having an allergic reaction - I didn't know how much trouble I was in yet. My blood was burning in my veins, the tiny wound was ice cold. My stomach was in knots and I felt my gag reflex flare up. I was gonna spew.

But then the vertigo subsided. I was so glad I'd avoided the Technicolor Yawn that I ignored all the alarms going off in my head. I took a few deep breaths and rubbed my temples. Mercifully, my thoughts cleared.

Then I knew what I had to do. The door on the other side of the pool was calling to me. It was cracked open invitingly, revealing a dark hallway. I thought I remembered it being closed earlier, with a ridiculously buff guard on either side, but I guess I was wrong. There was this cool, dreamy blue light flickering at the end of the hall. Calling me...

I lurched off the deck chair and tried to maneuver my wobbly legs around the pool. As soon as I got two steps into the hallway, the door slammed shut after me, leaving me in the dark. What I should've done then was turn around and get the hell out of there. Find my gun and call for backup. But that blue bug had done something to me and I couldn't think straight. Before I could talk sense into them, my feet carried me down to the end of the hall into a small room. The walls gave off a chilly, fluorescent blue glow, which was apparently attracting me like a moth to a bug-zapper.

Why was I drawn to this room? What could it possibly be for? As I fought to clear my head and understand what the fuck was going on, I was surrounded by a swarm of the glittering blue dragonflies. I grimaced as most of them stung me. I flailed around wildly, trying to swat them away, but I felt sting after icy sting on my calf, my thigh, my neck, my shoulder. I could feel my veins burning as the poison raced through my bloodstream. I tried to shuffle back through the hall and escape, but my legs folded up on my second step. I'm pretty sure I was out before I hit the floor.

My head hurt. A lot. I was laying down somewhere, coming out of a deep sleep. I was so far out in Sleepyland, I wasn't quite inside my body yet. Somewhere out there I heard my name.

"Masumi, Akiko. Age. Twenty-five. Blood type. A-negative." It was like someone was reading my stats in a hospital! I freaked and started to come to, wondering if I'd had an accident. As I stirred the voice said, "She's waking up!" It didn't seem like whoever-it-was wanted that to happen, which led me away from the hospital theory.

"Konbanwa, Akiko-chan" a new voice said, inches from my right ear. "So glad Nephthys' local representative could be here." Whoever it was, he was a smug asshole. Talking to me like I was a little girl.

I heaved myself up onto an elbow and tried to size things up. My nervous system kicked into overdrive as it tried to contend with more icy, itchy bug bites on my body than I could count. This was no fucking hospital - I was on an operating table, bathed in blue light. It hurt my eyes, the same way ultraviolet does when you stare right at it. I could see the shapes of people around me, but I couldn't make out faces.

I decided to play dumb. And angry. "Who are you people?" I demanded. "I'm a member of this health club! I was just trying to work out and these blue bugs came out of nowhere and attacked me! You have a serious pest problem, and you're going to need a crane to get my lawyer's foot out of your ass when I'm done with you!"

"Akiko-chan," the voice tssked. Damned if I still couldn't make out his face. "You're one of Nephthys' loose cannons, come to expose us cockroaches to the light of day, yes?"

Oops. Busted. But I stuck to my story. "What kind of shit are you talking about? If you don't get me outa here right now..." I tensed up, looking for the exit.

"Please try to relax for a moment," the voice requested, as hot blue light flooded up my spine.

When I could open my eyes again, I lifted my head and looked down to find I was naked as a jaybird, strapped to a gurney with lots of nasty-looking black straps. That relentless blue light beat down on me, reminding me what an ass-whooping I'd taken. My head plopped back down on a sweet-scented pillow. Suddenly, the odds of me getting home in time for "The Daily Show" didn't look good.

"Akiko, my dear, so glad you could join us," someone purred. I vaguely remembered that I wanted to punch the owner of this voice in the box. "Are you ready to proceed?"

What kind of a question was that? I was going through a list of my all-time favorite insults ("You're one fuck short of a fuck-fuck... you're a fuck!") when I heard my voice say "Yes."

"Wonderful," came the reply. "You'll find yourself quite unable to resist my voice."

I was starting to get it. It was the you-are-getting-sleepy routine. And this guy probably was probably going to take certain liberties with me in the process. I groaned inwardly, while I heard myself speak again. "All right."

"Akiko. You are becoming aroused, just now." See! I knew it. Mr. Disembodied Voice wanted in my pants. The perv. But he was right! I felt my anus clench and my nipples begin to stiffen.

"All right..."

I swore I could hear laughter coming from somewhere. Assholes. They were probably betting on me. Passing a hat around. Then: "Akiko. You're feverishly horny. You want to cum more than anything. But the only way that will happen is if..." The voice trailed off. The light around me surged painfully and the insides of my head disappeared...

What? If what?? I was going to go insane if I didn't know how I could cum! Already, my hips were writhing against the restraints. Spasms coursed through my tummy to the tips of my toes. For chrissake, tell me how I can cum!

There was whispered, hurried conversation. Then the sound of a throat clearing. "The only way you can cum is if..." the voice continued, "I shoot off all over your lovely face."

That's IT! Yes! I shuddered at the notion. I have to make him cum all over me! How delicious.

I rose from the gurney, my restraints suddenly gone, and found my feet. In front of me was the most gorgeous guy I'd ever seen. He was bathed in blue light. Very tall, very Alpha-Male. The kind of man I usually avoided like the plague. Right now I had some serious needs, so he was flavor of the month as far as I was concerned. I flashed my best pickup smile at him. Did I mention he was as naked as I was and rock-hard?

Thinking back, that would have been a good time to reach for my Magnum (wherever it was) and blow the place full of holes, but what I did instead was kneel down in front of this total stranger, take his cock in my hand and swirl my tongue around his head. My body reminded me I was on a mission with some helpful tingling in my pussy. "Mmmmmmm," I sighed, which made him pulse in my mouth.

But he pushed me away. It was the first time any guy had stopped me from giving head, that's for sure. "Here," Mister Blue Man instructed, handing me an econo-sized bottle of lube. Kneeling slightly, he drew a hand along the side of my breast. This guy was kinky, but I liked the way he was thinking. Squirting a generous amount of the clear gel onto my fingers, I started coating my boobs, smiling up at him the whole time. When I was sure I was ready for him, I grabbed his huge thighs and pulled him toward me.

I squeezed my slick globes around his generous cock, looking down. The whole scene was lit by the eerie blue light. I started to grind up and down, pressing my legs together and pinching my nipples. "Don't hold back!" I implored. I worked him like that for quite awhile, getting more and more frustrated that my salvation depended on getting this guy off.

He looked like he was enjoying himself, but he had other news for me. "It's... Going to take... More than... That."

Wasting no time, I bent over and took him in my mouth. Held him there briefly. Then he started tit-fucking me again, only now every time he rose up, I nabbed as much of his unit with my lips as I could. I palmed my boob in my left hand to catch some lube, then picked up the slack, grabbing him just over his balls. But that still didn't seem to do the job.

"C'mon, don't hold back!" I growled at him. Jeez! What was it going to take with this guy? I started breathlessly repeating "Don't hold back," over and over, as a kind of mantra. To be honest, I sounded kind of pathetic.

Then I realized I had a hand free. I was burning for release, so I slipped a finger inside myself. Rubbing hard on the little pebble that was my frustrated, useless clit, I gave up on the boob action and started jerking Mister Blue Man off as fast as my hand would move. I plunged my lips over his cock and started whacking myself in the face with my fingers in my zeal to bring him off. "Hmmmmm?" I begged. I was sure I would die soon if I didn't cum.

Lucky for me, he hissed, slipped out of my mouth, grabbed my shoulders roughly and began to unload. My eyes screwed shut in anticipation as a skein of white hot semen unraveled across my lips, down my neck, all over my décolletage. I half-expected it to sizzle on contact with my feverish tits, but then I felt an ominous spasm in my walls as...

...my pelvis jerked upward with the first throes of a well-deserved orgasm. Peculiar shrieks echoed off the walls of the small blue room. As the room went all fuzzy, I realized they were coming from me.

I sprawled onto the floor in a sticky heap, writhing, and slowly blacked out in front of the tall man. Anybody got a smoke?

I can't remember anything else after that. I'm sure I'm missing several hours, and I can only imagine what they did to me. The next thing I remember is standing in a chilly hall in front of an absurdly thick door. I was wearing a ridiculous Race Queen costume. A buzzer sounded and the door creaked open in front of me. A female voice crackled over a PA, saying, "Please come in."

I made my way into a tasteful office, where two men were seated. A young guy and an older, distinguished looking dude in a very expensive suit. The young guy waved toward the other man and said, "Akiko. This gentleman will be your master, for now." As I looked over at him, I was filled with the urge to do naughty things with the old man. I honestly couldn't imagine life without him, and I didn't even know his name! I beamed at him, then sashayed up to him and perched in his lap. I hoped he thought I was pretty.

"Well?" The young guy seemed about to explode with satisfaction. "Isn't she tremendous?"

The old man looked me over, making me giggle. Then he addressed the other man. "Agent Pink. Am I to understand," he seemed to be choosing his words carefully, "that you have succeeded in capturing one of Nepthys' most renowned, deadly operatives..."

"Yes?" Agent Pink prompted, grinning.

"Expertly trained in heavy weapons, explosives, assassination techniques..."

"Yes?"

"Fluent in four languages..."

"Mmm-hmmm?"

"With an intimate knowledge of biochemistry..."

"Yes?"

"And turned her into a fuck doll?" he wrapped his mouth around the last two words with subtle, yet profound distaste.

Agent Pink's face fell. A bead of sweat rolled down into his shirt collar. "Yes," he answered, obviously afraid for his life.

"This won't do. Please get up, my dear," he harrumphed at me.

"Yes sir!" I burbled, and came to attention beside him.

He continued, leveling a finger in the direction of Agent Pink. "This operative will not be used as a sexual plaything. At least, not yet. She will be conditioned as a double agent and returned to her people. We will use her to secure other key operatives of Nepthys, and we will slowly rot out the organization from the inside. Won't we, my dear?"

"Yessir!" I chirped, bowing slightly.

"Get on it," the old man suggested, as he turned on his heel and left the room.

"Yes, yes," stammered Agent Pink. "Right away!"

With apparent relief at not being dead, he buzzed the door attendant again. "Janeen! Please come and prepare Ms. Masumi for another session in the Blue Room."

I was sad that the nice old man didn't like me, but I sure was excited about seeing Mister Blue Man again!

To Be Continued

Akiko Sells Out

Kid Rock. That's how my second day at the Soporo Health spa started. It was on the radio, and for a minute I thought it was my alarm clock. Goddam Kid Rock, I hate waking up to shitty songs on the radio, but I can't stand beeping alarms either, you know? So I swatted the air next to me, trying to destroy the radio and that fucking song, or at least snooze for ten minutes and get up when something good was on, but my hand smacked on cold concrete.

Come to think of it, all of me was on cold concrete.

I sat up slowly, and let me tell you, it hurt. I had a migraine in my head, a migraine in my neck, a migraine in my pussy - 'scuse my French. I was one big raw nerve. And I was freezing. I was in a tiny cell, almost square. There was no chair, no bed, and the big black door had no handle, only a single keyhole. There was a tiny grate above the door with wire mesh over it. I couldn't get so much as a finger through that, even if I could magically get up there. The offending song was filtering in through this opening.

Oh, and then I figured out the reason I was so cold. Someone, presumably a guy with a hard-on and serious fucking Yellow Fever, had dressed me in a teensy blue Race Queen outfit, with these absurd aqua logos and numbers all over it. The halter wasn't any help keeping my back warm and my swollen, tender nipples were abraded - the thing was at least two sizes too small. The skirt would've been okay if they'd remembered to give me some underwear. And don't get me started on the stiletto heels crammed on my feet.

Around this time, my training kicked in. I kicked off the heels and snapped to my feet without making a sound. I started to breathe deeply - from the belly, not the chest. I remembered coming into the spa, doing some on-site recon, then those evil blue dragonflies biting me all over. That was about it. I figured that I blew my cover somehow in the first hour like a stupid rookie. Either that or they ID'd me with security cameras. Now I needed to bust out of this little roach motel.

Thinking back, I wish it'd been that simple, but I'm getting ahead of myself.

I've been in worse jams before, so I started operating on reflex. In minutes I'd found two or three bits of wire on the (very icky and dirty) floor and pieced them together into something to MacGyver my ass out of there. Thirty seconds later and I'd jimmied the lock. The idiot guard on the other side of the door had the radio up so loud he didn't hear the satisfying snick of the lock giving way, and I was all the way out into the narrow hall, high heels in hand, before he noticed me.

He was a standard issue, regular-army-looking dweebo with a flat top. He folded his newspaper and grinned at me as he stood up from the wooden barstool he was camped out on. "Well now," he drawled at me, instantly reminding me of the fucking jarheads I roomed with at training camp, "what do we have here?"

He strutted a little to my right, checking my ass out. I was crouched a little in front of him, getting ready to take his ass out. His tongue poked into his cheek while his pea brain tried to come up with something cute to say.

"If it ain't Chun-Li. Well honey, this ain't Street Fighter, so you're gonna hafta go back in your..."

I wasn't thinking anymore, at least not about him. While he stood there yapping, I bent my free hand into a Mantis hook (Northern Tanglang Chuen style, for those of you keeping score at home. I may be Nipponese, but I like all kinds of fighting styles, Chinese, Brazilian, or whatever) and made solid contact with my favorite pressure point under his left ear. He went down like a sack of wet cheez balls and I snagged his gun and key card. Yoink!

Two dead asshole guards and a few electronic security doors later, I'd caught up with my Miata in the parking deck, hotwired the ignition and was bopping my way back to headquarters. All in all, it was suspiciously easy to get out of there, but at the time I was too sore and exhausted to give it much thought.

"Akiko! Are you listening?" my superior barked at me. I was in mid-bubble with my gum and it popped as I flinched in my seat - a pretty clear indication that I wasn't.

At least I was more comfortable - I was out of that stupid Race Queen costume and back into my outfit of choice around headquarters. Black tank, black cargo pants, black boots. Even black underwear, just between you and me.

I quickly slurped the gum back into my mouth and answered, "Yes, ma'am," as meekly as I could. I was back at Nepthys, in the middle of an epic chew out for fucking up my last mission, so it was time for me to give face to the Boss Lady.

Director Sutton was obviously counting to ten in her head. I could tell she wanted to throttle me. Lucky for me, she likes me too much to stay mad for long. She's pretty, thirty-something, with long, curly tresses I could stare at for hours. I envy white chicks with natural curls, and she has these sexy ringlets that frame her face. Hot! Too bad she also has this thing for frigid office attire. Anyway, after a deep breath or two, she fixed me with a (slightly softer) glare.

"You don't have any memory of what happened, and you might have compromised our security during your abduction. But the reason I'm so mad at you is that you were very nearly killed! Field missions are dangerous enough without grandstanding, however talented the operative," she lectured, the little compliment at the end was to keep me on the hook.

"I know, Keeley. I was stupid." I think I'm the only Cobalt Op who gets away with using her first name. It's a long story. "I wouldn't have gone solo like that if it hadn't been for those bugs."

She flicked her way through several pages of my checkup results. "That's the thing. There's no trace of any invasive compounds in your blood work. All we could find were twenty or so small puncture wounds all over you."

She had to remind me. I started to scratch the bug bite on my neck as soon as she said "puncture".

She frowned, thumbing through the report for a few more seconds. Then she was back to staring at me, coming to judgment. I felt like a teenager awaiting punishment for sneaking out past curfew. "So what's it gonna be, mom? Am I grounded?" I grinned at her.

"You little shithead," she chuckled at me, pretending to deck me on the chin. Then she rose up to her full height with a little sigh and shook her head ever so slightly. "As a matter of fact, Akiko, you are grounded. You're restricted to headquarters for the next 48 hours for observation. You're out of play, for the moment."

"Rats," I complained, stomping the floor like a total brat. I was only half-kidding.

So I found myself loitering around the commons area, watching different operatives going to and from missions. Some I knew, some I didn't. Some were alone, some in small packs. Everyone had somewhere to go but me. I was already bored as fuck.

I couldn't go home and I wasn't in the mood to surf on a terminal. I'd caught up on z's after my checkup, so I was pretty wired.

I was about to head up to the court and get my b-ball game on, but then I had a better idea. Or rather, I could tell I was having a really cool idea, but I could only see the first couple of steps in my head.

First, I got the idea to cruise over to Munitions and pick up a few things. Roddy - this excellently hunky black guy from Bristol, England - was on duty when I got there.

"Look who made it back from the jaws of death," he teased, as I slid up and gave him a peck on the cheek.

"And when have I ever not made it back?" I countered, in my best Valley Girl voice. I'm pretty good at it, it's almost a required course at UCLA.

"I'm not knockin' you, love," he cooed, in that hot, hot Bristol accent of his. "Just want you to keep comin' back to me, right?"

"Hmmm," I affirmed, twisting some of my hair around a finger. I usually didn't get so girlie around him, but it seemed necessary, considering my fabbo idea. "Roddy, I need some things. If I'm stuck here, I wanna do some live drills."

He frowned apologetically, not wanting to say no to me. "Sorry, dear. You're on restricted access for the next forty-eight..." He looked at his watch. "Well, forty-seven-and-a-half hours," he winked. "No can do."

Oh, we'll see about that, I sniggered to myself. I love a challenge. I put my hands together on his desk and leaned in toward him, doing a sort of Dachu-no pose. His eyes helplessly roamed over my tits. "Roddy I'm bored," I pouted. "If I don't find something to do I'm gonna just dieeeeee." I bounced up and down a little on the last word - I can be just awful when I put my mind to it.

"Ahhhh," he coughed, taking a step back from me. Ever the consummate professional. A second later his eyes snapped back up to meet mine. "I suppose we could fix you up with a little something."

I grinned at him. "Bitchin'. I just need a pair of Glock 17's and a can of this..." I slipped a folded Post-It across the desk to him, which he unfolded cautiously. His eyes widened.

"This is strong stuff. What do you need it for?"

"Upcoming Assignment. I'm supposed to neutralize some dignitary asswipe and bring him in. I never used this stuff, so Theo volunteered to be my guinea pig."

He waffled for a minute in front of me, turning the Post-It over and over in his hands.

I took a slightly different tack. "You want me to keep coming back alive, right? Well, let me practice."

He melted. "Allright, love. You've got two hours. After that I'm reporting you to Madam Sutton, at which point you will be in deep..." he trailed off, crisply jabbing his hand a few inches over his head.

"Thanks, Roddy!" I giggled at him, rounding off my little pose at his desk with a curtsy. Guys just love the bowing shit. Ten seconds later I was off, with my Glocks snug between my waistband and my back and a can of mystery gas in my pants pocket.

Every time I finished doing the thing in my head, I'd get more excited. Then a new idea would appear. This was fun, like an Easter egg hunt. I felt like my two days of downtime were gonna go by in a jiff. I was giddy when I got to Max's office, so I stuck my head in her door immediately. "Knock knock!"

She was deep into reports from her last detail, and I startled her. "Christ, Akiko!" she jumped, "Don't they knock where you're from?" Max is my bud, so we have this ongoing shit-talking contest.

"Sor-reee!" I said, acting all peeved. "Just came by to say 'hi'."

"What are you still doing here? I thought they were done with you hours ago." She motioned me inside as she popped a cigarette in her mouth and looked around for a lighter.

"Didn't you hear? I'm stuck here for the next two days!" I plopped into the only other seat in the tiny office, right across from her.

Max took a long drag, then tried in vain to fan the smoke away from me. She knows I hate it, but I was on her turf, so that's about as charitable as she got. She's about my age. Blonde. Barbie-ish, only shorter than average and more top-heavy. We don't get too many missions together because other guys on our detail get distracted by that much estrogen. Today she was wearing a fly-looking tennis dress, and I made a mental note to ask her to borrow it sometime.

She ashed into an old soda cup, making it her de facto ashtray. Then came her usual interrogation. "So are you okay?"

"Uh-huh."

"Did they find anything wrong with you?"

"Nope. Nothing except these dang bug bites," I said, scratching my leg furiously.

"So they want to watch you for awhile to see if you melt down or something?"

"Yeah!" I enthused, bugging my eyes out at her.

She started laughing, which turned into coughing. When she settled down, she took another drag and squinted at me through the smoke. "Bored yet?"

"You have no fucking idea," I confessed. Then I leaned forward conspiratorially, looking quickly from right to left. "But I have some plans to entertain myself for awhile," I half-whispered.

Max smiled a sisterly bad-girl smile and leaned forward, her head inches from mine. "Oh? Do tell," she crooned.

Then I misted her face with a generous dose from the aerosol spray, rearing my own head back to a safe distance.

Since she's almost as big a badass as I am, she reacted almost instantly, jerking back and reaching under her desk for her piece. She was coughing again, furiously. I jumped up and intercepted her ciggy, dropping it in the soda cup. Right when I sat back down, the muzzle of her gun appeared in my face. But Max didn't have much of a chance against the spray - it was a wicked strong hypnoerotic agent, and there was enough in the cloud I'd sprayed at her to take down three people and the horses they rode in on. The mist had diffused almost instantly, and now she was just sitting there, pointing her gun at me, her mouth slowly coming open. I sat still - I knew that if I made a move, she could still waste me.

After a minute or two I figured she was almost under. I hopped up to lock her door, then watched as she slowly lowered the gun to the desk and tried to focus on some imaginary thing about a foot in front of her. She was working her jaw a little, like she was trying to say something. Finally, her eyes rolled back in her head and she slumped in her chair with a cute little "mmmh...".

That was my cue.

I walked around behind her desk and wiggled between the back of her chair and the wall. Then I started to rub her neck. She didn't visibly react, but I knew she was getting off on it. We're good like that.

"Maxi, we don't have much time, and I need some help," I began. "I need for you to come help me do something."

I moved from her neck to her fantastic arms. Max isn't overweight by any stretch - she's a secret fucking agent, right? But there's a lot more of her to love than any pasty Gwynneth Paltrow waif. I forgot about my plans for a second or two and got into exploring her upper body. I'd always thought she was ten pounds of sexy in a five pound bag, but today I was crossing over into new territory, actually touching her. I don't attend services at that church very often, if you know what I mean.

Then the next step of my Totally Cool Idea trumpeted in the back of my mind.

"Let me tell you what we're gonna do," I whispered, nibbling a little on her left ear.

"Oh..." she managed as she quietly came.

Next thing I know, we were moving through the halls of the admin quad. I was trying not to look nervous (I was way jazzed on the Cool Idea, eager to find out what was next), while hoping no one noticed Max looking like she just pulled a ferocious bong hit. I told her to follow me and it seemed to take all of her concentration to keep up. We needed to get where we were going fast because we looked tres suspicious.

Luckily, we didn't bump into anyone we knew on the way to Director Sutton's office.

Keeley looked surprised to see me again - I didn't usually drop in on the Boss Lady unannounced.

"Well, if you two are together, I know trouble's brewing somewhere," she teased, waving us into her office. "What can I do for you?"

I had to be quick before she noticed that Max wasn't operating on all thrusters. I sat down and started talking, while Max followed her instructions - she discreetly closed and locked the door behind us and moved over next to me, staying on her feet.

"Max and I were wondering, ma'am, since I'm stuck here, if you could let us into the Situation Arena for some practice."

Keeley regarded me for a sec, then Max. "I'm not quite sure I believe what I'm hearing," she remarked, dry as a martini, "you're volunteering yourselves to do S.A." She smiled a little, but I could tell she smelled a rat. She looked up. "Max, are we a little antsy? Have a seat, you're making me nervous."

To my relief, Max mumbled "Sorry ma'am," and sat down next to me. Guess she was following suggestions from anybody who had one to offer.

All I needed was for Madam Director to get out from behind her desk. I didn't want to jump her without restraining her first - she was a much more tenacious animal than my darling Maxi. If I didn't make my move soon, the jig would be up.

"I know it's hard to believe, Keeley, but what else is there to do?" I pouted.

She looked us over for an agonizing few seconds, then smiled. "I guess we should restrict you to base more often, it's turning out to be quite productive." Then she rose up and walked around her desk to a small red box on the wall. "I'll just give you one of my keycards and you can return it to me when your downtime is over. If you get bored with that you can just..."

Max was performing perfectly. As soon as Keeley's back was to us, Max pounced out of her chair, wrapping Keeley in a tight bear hug. I was up quick as lightning, and before Keeley could make a sound of protest I sprayed her but good, taking care to keep the highly concentrated cloud blowing away from Max. She'd had quite enough of the stuff.

There was a short scuffle - Keeley coughing and spitting and bucking like the fucking demon bitch she was, Max struggling to maintain her grip on her, me fighting to keep an arm around both of them - to keep them from knocking something over or breaking shit. Keeley tried in vain to get an arm free, and she was so busy wheezing for air that she couldn't yell or scream. Still, I was afraid the commotion would bring the guards - they never strayed too far from the Director's door.

Then all of a sudden Keeley just sort of stopped fighting. I loosened my grip on the two girls and rotated them so that I could look up at Keeley's face. Her cherubic cheeks were flushed, and her adorable curls were a mess. Her shocking blue eyes were opening and closing slowly, staying closed more and more often. She looked less like the Big Bad Madam who had trained me from day one, and more like a porcelain doll - albeit one who'd just gotten laid and was in need of a good smoke.

I stood there looking at both of them for a minute. Suddenly, I wasn't quite sure how I felt about gassing my two closest friends, and I wondered what the fuck I was going to do next. As a matter of fact, I couldn't remember why I was doing any of this in the first place! Max was still holding onto Keeley, and they both looked about as lucid as department store mannequins.

Mannequins who were hot and bothered, that is. I could see Keeley's erect nipples poking through her white cotton blouse (no bra, must be casual Friday!), and Max was displaying telltale pink blotches on her face and neck. She must be getting pretty randy. In order to really cement the effects of the spray, I'd need physical contact with Keeley like I had done with Max, but we needed to get out of that office el soono.

Then the next part of the plan tickled my brain. I think I actually giggled out loud, it felt so good. All my doubts melted away in sunny streaks. Things were getting interesting...

"Ladies, we'll be on our way now." I told them. Two pairs of eyes swiveled lazily to lock with mine. "Who's got wheels?"

Max spoke up. "I do. My truck is out in the parking deck."

"Got your keys?"

"Yes, Akiko."

"Wunderbar. Follow me. Act natural. Don't talk to anybody, just do what I tell you. Clear?"

"Yes, Akiko," they chorused. I had my own minions. Neat.

It was getting late, so the way to the underground parking deck was pretty deserted. No one noticed Director Sutton leaving with her two favorite protégés, and no one questioned my leaving the base - I was getting through every electronic checkpoint with Keeley's thumbprint. The only time I got nervous was at the very last exit, where real guards are posted. But these guys just saw the Director and waved us through. Suckers. I wasn't even going to need my guns!

You'd think a girl like Max would drive some cute little red sedan, or a jeep. But she drives this monstrous black Explorer. Watching her climb up into it made me laugh, as usual.

"Max, in the backseat. I'll drive." She grunted in acknowledgement as she pushed into the back, giving me a nice view of her marvelous bubble butt. "Keeley, you're up front with me," I ordered.

I gunned the engine and we were off, a little squeal from the tires echoing through the parking deck. A minute later and we were clear, on public city streets. Sorry, can't say which city. I mean, I could, but then I'd have to kill you.

We were looking at about an hour of travel time to the Soporo Spa in San Fran (I don't care if you know where the bad guys are, besides - the place is long gone now). If I didn't do something to reinforce the hypnoerotic agent, it would wear off hella quick and I'd have two pissed off operatives to deal with. Trouble was, I was designated driver.

"Max, dahling." She blinked at me from the back seat as I watched her in the rear view mirror. "Take off your panties for me." She flipped up her brief tennis dress and wordlessly wiggled out of her underwear. Sadly, I couldn't pay as much attention to the show as I wanted, cuz traffic on the highway was a bitch. And the bridge and tunnel dorks would be out in full force tonight, this being Friday.

"I think that your pussy needs your complete attention, Max. I want you to play with yourself back there. Make yourself comfortable and masturbate until I tell you to stop. Cum as many times as you need to, but don't stop for a second." There. That oughta do it.

Max swiveled around so that she was stretched out across the back seat. She bent her knees, spread her legs, then started delicately exploring her folds with her index finger. As I negotiated the absurd highway traffic into town, I snuck a few more looks in the rear view. A few minutes later, Max was silently grooving on her clit. Hard.

"Allrighty, it's your turn, dollface," I said to Keeley. "Please do us all a favor and lose those slacks. Then hand me your underwear." I just had to know what she wore under those drab penguin suits.

"Of course, Akiko," Keeley slurred generously. With effort, she escaped her slacks in the narrow confines of the front seat. A minute later, Boss Lady was offering me her red satin panties. Nice. I took them from her, running them through my fingers on the steering wheel. From the heady scent reaching my nostrils, I had a good idea where she was at. I tossed her underwear at her (because I'd probably never have the chance to do that again), then reached across the truck cabin for her with my right hand. Fuck. Stupid, oversized truck. I couldn't quite reach the black, tangled patch between her legs. I made do by running my hand up and down her thigh, which she obviously dug. Unlike my quiet friend in the back, Keeley began to purr and grind her hips into the seat. I had to admit, it was getting a little steamy in my cargo pants.

"Keeley, dear. Looks like I can't take care of you like I want to right now. We're on kind of a tight schedule so I need to keep hauling ass into town," I said, pinching her left nipple between my fingers. "So you're kinda on your own for a few. I want to you play with yourself too, only stop when you cum. Cool?"

Homegirl didn't waste a minute. She had two fingers in her slit before she answered, "Yes! Of course it's cool, Akiko!" I risked a look away from the road, and was lucky enough to see her shiver violently, her mess of curls reacting in the cutest way possible. I was guessing it wouldn't take her long to follow orders.

While I was calculating Keeley's Time To Orgasm, I heard a long, shuddering gasp from the back. Score one for Max. I swear that I heard her whisper "Akiko..." before she continued her work. She was fantasizing about me! I was seriously wet now from the onanistic shenanigans going on around me.

A few seconds later, Keeley made a loud, guttural noise that I can't even begin to describe. Let's just say I almost drove off a bridge. And Keeley ties up the game with Max!

I knew just what had to happen next. I set the cruise control, then did my best to pull my pants down. Miraculously, I managed to peel my pants and underwear down to my knees.

"Keeley, get over here and eat me," I commanded. Eagerly, she moved to the floor between the two bucket seats and put her head in my lap. The logistics were tricky, but this woman wasn't in charge of a fuckload of secret agents for no reason. It didn't take us long to work it all out so that Keeley's hot tongue was doing enthusiastic orbits around my love button.

And what a talented tongue it was. All of a sudden, I was disappointed that we were getting to Soporo Spa so quickly. In another fifteen, we'd be rolling into the parking lot. My back was killing me, the way I was grinding upward in the seat and pushing with my thighs, but it was definitely worth it. And thank God for cruise control.

Max let loose with another sizzling exhalation in the back seat, punctuated with another low groan of "Akiko..." That did it. Gripping the steering wheel with all my might, I crested, searing bolts of purple slamming into my brain from my sex. I'm glad I wasn't in the middle of a lane change, or something.

In the last few miles of the trip, I had Max come up front for a special appointment with me, too.

So a few minutes later, three dazed and disheveled secret agents stumbled out of the big black Explorer in a locked garage at Soporo Health Spa. I had to admit, it was pretty obvious what we'd been up to. I smiled to myself as a group of men in crisp black suits approached us.

One of the men was familiar. I think his name was Pink. Or. Something...

I'm not sure what he said to me right then, but his lips definitely moved and he was looking right at me. At that exact moment, I felt my whole being retreat into what felt like a broom closet in the darkest corner of my mind. I was reminded instantly of my treatment in the Blue Room and my instructions to bring two operatives back here for treatment of their own. Full of sudden anger and shame, I realized that I'd sold out my two best friends before I even knew what I was doing. I was going out like a sucker. Again. I'd have cried, but I couldn't.

"Akiko, you've done a brilliant job," Agent Pink was telling me. I fucking hated him and I wanted to punch him in the dick so hard! But the rest of me just giggled and said thanks.

"Gentlemen, let's take the Director to the Blue Room and this... Max? To the White Room. Akiko, please come with me," Agent Pink requested, a familiar smile on his face that I'd have given anything to take a belt sander to at that moment.

As my friends were led off and I shuffled after Agent Fuckhead, I was madder than I think I've ever been before. I had to figure out how to get control of myself, and get poor Max and Keeley out of here.

That's another story.

Akiko Takes a Holiday

Ever sleep with someone you don’t really like? Maybe you got drunk, knocked boots and woke up the next morning next to someone repulsive? Doesn’t that suck? Well, imagine hanging out with some guy (or girl) that you hate even before you have your beer goggles on. You’re on a date, doing whatever, and all the while this person is irritating the crap out of you. Then they say, “Take off your clothes.” And you do it! You don’t want to, but you find yourself dutifully doffing your duds. Like you’re under some kind of spell. You are someone’s new toy, so they play with you for a few hours, then throw your underwear at you and laugh at you. Can you even begin to fathom something like that?

Such are the joys of being hypnotized by horny bad guys. And that’s how I was spending my evening, with that revolting Agent Pink creep. Hospitality was being provided by Soporo Health Spa, a subsidiary of Min Sect (my sworn enemies, FYI).

It was like watching a bad movie, only my body was in it. I felt like the part of me that could still think for myself was crammed into a few backwater neurons of my brain. The rest of me – the “other” Akiko - clearly felt that Agent Pink was the lay of her life. The skank. Worse, this asshole was obviously fulfilling his longtime fantasy to Fuck An Asian Girl. It was hard to separate my total repulsion from the pleasure that Bimbo Akiko was experiencing. It didn’t help that there was a huge mirror on the ceiling where I could watch this humpfest in all it’s tawdry, technicolor glory.

But believe me, I was trying hard to fight it.

We were screwing in a huge, expensive bed in his office. What kind of perv has a bed in his office? I passed the time by thinking of all the nasty ways I could kill him, while I listened to myself encourage him like a seasoned porn queen.

“Oh, Pink baby!” I creamed in his ear, as he pounded away. Ick. Let’s see, ice pick to the temple…

“Unh! So… So fucking beautiful,” he wheezed. Aren’t you done yet? Bullet to the brain. Asphyxiation…

“C’mon, Pinkie!” I urged. That’s what I’m talkin’ about. Finish up already! Decapitation, Poison...

About this time, I flashed on something. The more I thought about killing this guy, the more together I felt. If I could stay pissed long enough, maybe I had a shot at blowing this popsicle stand.

And rescuing Max and Keeley. I didn’t even want to think about what was happening to them right now.

Agent Pink was groaning and squeezing my ass way too hard. Finally, he was shooting his wad into me. I hoped they had some wicked good contraception on hand here. No way did I want a love child with this cretin. It was a challenge to stay focused on my anger as I wilted under the force of a savage climax.

Pink collapsed on me like a beached whale. I was just waiting for him to shrivel up and let me get on with my life. His icky cum was already leaking out along my ass crack. My body was supine, waiting for further instructions. I guess I could thank the Blue Room for that, but hopefully my next orders would come from me.

After a few minutes of sweaty afterglow, he finally got off me and began to clean up. I couldn’t get up, but I could feel my fingers twitching. I think I was doing that! I kept trying to move, hoping that Agent McFuckhead wouldn’t notice.

He was off in the corner, putting his suit back on. Whistling some idiotic Ricky Martin song. I curled up my index finger. Uncurled it. And very, very slowly, I made a weak fist with my right hand. It sure felt good.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Pink cross the room, straightening his tie. In the ceiling mirror I could see my right hand, clenching and unclenching. Homefry was still whistling. Livin’ La Vi-da Lo-ca. I started to move the fingers in my left hand.

The whistling stopped. In the mirror, I could see him looking down at me.

“The balls on you, Akiko!” he exclaimed. “You spent enough time in the Blue Room to make the brains dribble out your ears, and you can still fight it!”

Got that right! As soon as I can move my legs I’m gonna make you cry for yer mommy...

“Look at me.”

My head swiveled automatically on the pillow and I met his gaze. My fingers relaxed. Fuck. There went what little control I had over my body.

“How do you feel?” he asked me.

I found I could voice my true feelings. “Like I want to kill you,” I answered.

He put his hand to his heart, feigning hurt. “After our wonderful evening together?” He smiled the smile that made me want to hit him. “I know just the thing to make you feel better.” And with that, he rotated the face on his wristwatch.

Everything went blue.

Really! Everything I could see was suddenly colored blue. It was like I was wearing tinted lenses. As I looked up at the mirror, it seemed like that was exactly the case. They’d put some kind of freaky, color-shifting contacts on my eyes. If my sisters ever saw, they’d be sick with envy – I was suddenly a Japanese chick with blue eyes.

“Yes, Ms. Masumi, those are special lenses for those times when you feel… not so obedient,” he explained, as if reading my thoughts. And he sounded like a fucking douche commercial.

“Remember now, Akiko,” he intoned, kneeling down next to me. “You are powerless to resist me.”

“Powerless…” I whispered. My head was like a helium balloon, and I felt the strength leak out of me as my body melted into the sheets.

“Remember your instructions, Akiko.”

The muscles in my poo ring twitched. “Powerless to resist you,” I slurred. My eyes drooped shut as I was overtaken by a dreamy, cool wave of... something. The part of me that reasoned had been shut down to almost nothing, like the last speck of light you see after you turn off a television.

“Your instructions…”

I could once again feel the foundation of what they’d done to me, in my head. A system of scaffolds erected carefully around my free will, fending off bothersome decisions, tedious self-reliance. I felt cool and relaxed. There was nothing I could do but slip deeper into this waking dream-state.

“Akiko, when I speak your keyword, you will once again be my property. You’ll have no desire to fight me. Because you love me,” he murmured into my ear.

It was too much work to answer. I could only nod and wait for the end.

Lucky for me, there was a knock at his door.

Agent Pink cursed under his breath, rose to his feet and hurried around the corner to his office door. I heard it open.

“Agent. Where have you been?” someone demanded. The voice was familiar, but I was so out of it, and they seemed so far away.

“Ah, Chairman Korjdaan!” Pink answered. I remembered who it was. The nice old man whose lap I sat on a couple of days ago. Agent Pink was obviously scared shitless of him.

The Chairman sounded tres pissed. “You disregarded my orders, didn’t you? You’ve been molesting that young operative.” The question sounded rhetorical.

“No no! I assure you,” Agent Pink lied. Lucky for him I was around the corner, out of sight. If the old man found me like this in Pink’s office, I wouldn’t have the little asswipe to worry about any more, at least that’s the way the Chairman was coming across to me.

“Come with me at once,” Korjdaan ordered. “We must find Ms. Masumi. I have work for her.”

“Of course,” Agent Pink responded. “Where could she be?” So full of shit! Then I heard the door close.

I opened my eyes – my vision was clear again. As in not blue. I was having a hard time remembering exactly what had just happened. I was alone and naked on a big bed in the corner of an office, perplexed as hell. I guessed that being around Agent Pink intensified whatever-it-was they did to me in the Blue Room. Now that he was gone, I felt addled, empty. And he hadn’t told me what to do next, I noted, with a nagging feeling in the pit of my stomach.

So I stretched, got up and started looking for my clothes. Obviously, Pink had just done me (ew), so I also looked around for a towel or something. I decided to clean up with his expensive bed sheets, then I spied two slivers of clothing on the floor. It was a neon-green string bikini (double ew). I would have been happier with something two sizes bigger, but in my current state of mind I couldn’t really be too pissed about it. I nearly did lose it when I saw the matching pumps, but I just rolled my eyes and stepped into them. I vaguely wondered how bad my case of sex hair was, but I was getting the urge to roam.

Stepping out of Pink’s office, I took a random path through the compound. There were lots of people going to and fro, but no one seemed to notice me. I was disappointed – no one would tell me what to do! Then I remembered that the old man was looking for me, so I figured I should hang out somewhere he was likely to go.

After wandering through a few more narrow, curving halls, I found a big metal door labeled “Observation Room”. On a hunch, I tugged it open and slipped inside.

No one else was here. It was dark except for the light that came from four large flatscreen LCD monitors on a wall. A row of black leather seats faced the screens. It looked like a couple of feeds from other rooms were being piped in. Either that or they were porn flicks, because two of the screens had some hot action going on!

I slid into a chair and tried to pick up what was going on. The scene on the left monitor involved a blonde girl strapped to a table in an austere white room. This bald guy was rubbing some kind of oil all over her and she looked like she couldn’t decide whether to like it or not. Periodically, the angle would change. Apparently it was someone’s job to watch this stuff and capture the action on a few different cameras. I wanted that job!

The right screen was harder to make out. Some chick with curly hair was on her knees somewhere hazy and blue. That was about all I could see, until something stepped into the light in front of her, cutting the glare. The woman’s face was dollish – flushed cheeks, pale skin, and glassy eyes. Her tight curls were a complete mess.

Omigod! Keeley! No!!!

I was lucid again, the instant I recognized my boss. And if Keeley was on the right screen, the blonde on the left had to be... Shit! My best bud Max was trapped in some bondage nightmare, while some creepy bald dude oiled her up! I had to find out where they both were and rescue them. I stood up, getting ready to kick out of my high heels and bust some heads, but the monitors held my attention for another sec. Then I realized something else.

I was horny.

I was starting to soak through my bikini bottoms, my eyes darting from screen to screen. I was licking my lips involuntarily, squeezing my thighs together. The only thing that’d make this better was... sound! It didn’t take me long to find a little console with volume faders, and I cranked up the levels. The room was instantly filled with a deafening twin chorus of women in the throes of ecstasy. I’m not sure, but I think I let loose with a noise of my own.

I faced a dilemma then. Should I track down my pals and get them the hell out of this place, leaving a pile of Min Sect bodies in my wake, or should I play with myself while I watched them get forced to do awful things on TV? The choice seems obvious now, of course, but at the time it was a real stumper.

The bald guy in the White Room was crooning to Max like a dirty old man at a playground. “The oil I’ve just applied to your skin will make you highly reactive to my touch. In concert with the drugs in your system, your body will learn to respond to the instructions of my hands. Your mind will follow.” It was so gross, watching him talk into her ear while he palmed her boob like that. I was sure his breath must be terrible. But Max was breathing hard, eyes shut, and her head was leaning in toward his voice. I felt a stirring between my legs. I looked down and discovered that I’d slipped a hand into my bikini bottoms.

I sat back down.

This constant pinging against the walls of my conditioning was wearing me out. The Min Sect boys who worked on me were very smart to get at my brain through my pussy – in the end the call of sex was too strong to resist. My resolve was eaten away. They were doing the same thing to my friends right in front of me, and it was so hot I couldn’t look away.

On the right screen, the action was harder to make out thanks to all the bright, pulsing blue light. There was a lot of hissing, churning machinery drowning out the voices as well. I could see Keeley crawling seductively around on the floor, looking for something. A bright searchlight swept over her bare back, revealing a constellation of little bug bites. Someone else stepped into view, knelt behind Keeley. Slowly fed his cock into her asshole. My old pal Mister Blue Man was getting some more action. I played with myself a little faster.

The bald perv on the left screen was methodically groping Max from head to toe. He’d unstrapped her and rolled her over on her stomach, and now he was kneading her inner thighs and ass, teasing around her binary pleasure places. With every exhalation, she made a brief, pleading sound. These wordless requests for her tormentor to stop teasing her became a rhythm that guided my fingers over my engorged clit.

This guy was merciless, though. While he worked her feet with one hand, he reached under the table and produced a vibrator – some kind of Euro Sci-fi number. He switched it on, then placed it between her thighs just out of reach of anything fun, and pressed her legs together. Max whimpered, and it looked to me like she was going to crush that poor thing between her legs. He was whispering things to her now, and I could only hear Max answer “no” every so often. Evidently she was still putting up a fight.

Meanwhile, Keeley was cramming her tight rear tunnel over Blue Dude’s unit with intimidating efficiency. For a second I could make out his face. He had the look of someone skydiving for the first time. He hung onto her hips for dear life. Every so often, she’d suddenly stop at the bottom of a stroke, denying him completion. Her face was expressionless, but her motions suggested defiance. I think she was resisting in the only way left to her – frustrating the hell out of the guy at her back door. The way she was slamming her ass into his groin made me flood with the warmth of a mild climax. I had a feeling that was the first of a series, so I kept working it.

I’d missed a crucial turning point on the left monitor. Max was nodding her head while the bald man rested his fingertips between her thighs. He was speaking softly to her, and I still couldn’t hear what he was saying. He rubbed his other hand up and down her oiled back, and I swear I saw these iridescent trails in the wake of his motions. I sure wanted to get my hands on a bottle of that shit! There was a pause, and the man folded his arms across his chest and regarded her silently. A moment passed, so I took the opportunity to appreciate Max’s sweet behind. Then she nodded and said, “Yes,” unsteadily.

At which point her interrogator slid the vibrator deeply into her sex. I saw her twitch, then we both came together. I was soaked in sweat, and my ass hurt from the way I was sitting in my chair. It wasn’t fair that Max and Keeley had these neat things to play with and all I had was my fingers.

Speaking of Keeley, she was on her knees again, slurping on Mister Blue Man’s rod. I guess he got tired of her messing with him like that. I still couldn’t hear their voices over the loud machines, but Keeley was doing her best to answer a lot of questions and still service him. Every so often she’d grip his cock tightly in her hand and point it at her face, while she looked him in the eye and responded. When she was really passionate about her answer, she’d jerk him off vigorously. The third or fourth time she did this, he abruptly unloaded into her face and hair. She looked stunned for a few seconds as the sticky cum pelted her, but her eyes rolled back in her head and she started to shake.

Just then I head Max moan “Yes sir,” so I glanced over at the other screen. I was building to something incredible and I couldn’t figure out where to focus my attention. I was just in time to see the bald guy insert a second vibrator into Max’s ass and leave the room. I remember guessing it was going to be a long night for Maxi. She began to wail in disbelief as her second climax clobbered her.

I looked at the right screen. Keeley was soaked in cum, writhing on the floor with both hands on her pussy. Her back was arched and her mouth worked wordlessly. And that was pretty much it for me.

There were three distinct screams filling the air of the observation room. That’s the last thing I remember.

"Akiko-san,” a voice prompted. Before I opened my eyes, I knew I had an egregious headache.

“Yes sir,” I heard myself answer, before I even knew where I was. I sat up on one elbow and looked around. Seemed like I was in some medical examination room. My naked bod rattled around on that nasty paper they put down on the examination tables. It was cold in there.

Chairman Korjdaan and some flunkies were standing in front of me with poker faces on. One of them was a woman wearing a lab coat. So they do hire girls in this place after all.

“Your conditioning held together well,” the Chairman explained. “Even with Agent Pink’s meddling, you still performed as expected. Unfortunately, your enthusiasm to adhere to your instructions incapacitated you for a short while.”

“Where is that butt pirate, anyway?” I asked. I hated the thought of him getting his paws on Max or Keeley.

“He is being… disciplined,” was the answer. Even though I was someone’s puppet, I still found I could smile broadly.

“Yes.” Chairman Korjdaan was resolute. “Apologies for his earlier treatment of you. Our values differ from those of Nepthys, but we are not cavemen.” He paused, a disdainful look on his face.

“In that case,” I ventured, “some clothes would be nice. And I don’t mean some slutty rags for someone’s jerk fest.”

The Chairman looked a little irked. Maybe he wasn’t used to someone with my… lack of dainty charm. I didn’t care; he was still the enemy. Even though he smelled of Yardley’s Lavender Soap. “Of course, Akiko-san. But please do not get too used to our lose hold on your leash.”

“Huh?” I asked, suddenly feeling clueless.

“Your conditioning is not an absolute, all-or-nothing affair.” His cronies smiled knowing little smiles. “There are degrees, depending on what is appropriate. Right now, we’re having a little chat, because we want to ascertain your well being. Other times, we can control your every thought. As was the case when we had you bring your friends to us. We can switch from one intensity to another, and you’ll be none the wiser. Agent Pink took advantage of this with his meddlesome watch. We have no need for such ‘hacks’, however.” An unfamiliar nastiness crept into his voice.

“Whatever, dude,” I answered lazily, playing it cool. “All that’s happened to me so far is lots of sex. Did you enjoy making me like girls? ‘Cause I sure didn’t mind.” I raised my eyebrows at him, upping the ante.

His mouth tightened almost imperceptibly. “It is time for your next assignment as a Min Sect operative.” He snapped his fingers, and the room went blue. Those fucking contacts. I guess they were coded to him.

“Yes sir,” I murmured. Suddenly I didn’t feel so flip. My body slackened on the table.

“So you’re ready for further instructions?”

“I’ll do anything for you, sir.” Looked like I was going to be a slave girl awhile longer.

Next thing I knew, I was squinting into spotlights. There was music playing. It was a Johnny Cash song. And I started singing into a microphone. As I made my way through the tune (not a bad job, if I don’t say so myself), I got my bearings. I was wearing a cowboy hat and another slutty outfit (groan). Standing in front of a pretty big crowd, singing karaoke. And I was pretty sure I was drunk.

As I got done paying tribute to the Man In Black, polite applause and reserved, respectful hollering washed over me. Not that I’d know, but that doesn’t seem like the response one would get in a Country and Western bar. Then my inner ears gave me another useful piece of recon – I was on a ship.

“Big hand for Ms. Anzai! Ain’t she the purdiest lil’ thing?” the MC gushed in a pale imitation of a Southern accent. Apparently I was undercover.

I smiled and gave the prom-queen wave, then stepped off the stage. What the fuck was I supposed to do now? Someone else was already walking on after me, going into some Merle.

Then I saw Max, waiting for me a few steps away. She was trashed and she had her fist wrapped around two beers. She lurched toward me and pressed a cold brew into my hand. Judging from the familiar taste, I’d had enough already. I took another sip anyway, wondering about Keeley.

“That was so fucking cool!” she enthused, then she leaned in and kissed me. Before I could answer, she started to yell into my ear over the music. “Akiko, listen carefully. You’re on a yacht. We’re here to neutralize the owner. He’s a small time weapons dealer who’s been making trouble for Min Sect. We’re posing as a couple of dangerous, gun-toting lesbians – Mayumi Anzai and Zandria Shaftake. We’re here to buy some guns. Remember now?”

The words seemed right, but no thanks to Min Sect’s mind control antics, I couldn’t remember how I got here. Max was wearing this delightful Powerpuff Girls top, and the drunken aura coming off her was making me hot for her. She seemed to pick up on this, and she leaned into my ear and yelled “Pound that beer down, chickie, and let’s get out of here!”

We sat through a few more songs, then made our way out.

“Mmmm, you’re making me crazy,” Max opined, pausing for a second to stop cramming her tongue down my throat. We were standing on the moonlit deck of the yacht, making out in front of God, country and the open sea.

“I’m pretty fucked up,” I admitted, weaving treacherously in front of my cute blonde friend.

“I think it’s time for bed,” she said, a wicked grin on her face. Telltale pink blotches were visible on her décolletage.

“We have one of those?” For all I knew, little gray guys flew me out here in their spaceship.

Max giggled, belched, and giggled some more. “Yup. This way, ma’am.” Then she began to lead me across the slowly rocking deck. On the way, we had to stop for a couple of kissing breaks.

When we finally made it to our cabin, I slid gratefully into bed without even taking off my boots. Max pounced on me, reminding me that I was shitfaced at sea.

“Oooh. I think I’m gonna spew…” I threatened.

Max seemed to ignore me, choosing to take my pants off. After struggling with my uncooperative, drunken legs, she grinned lewdly up at me between my cinnamon thighs. “Well, we’ll just have to distract you somehow, won’t we? I mean, we have to stay in character, right?” Then, for the second time in as many days, my best friend went down on me.

“Oh. Maxi darlin’,” was all I could manage, as I slid my cowboy hat down over my eyes.

“Be cool. He’s coming,” Max warned under her breath. We were in one of the ship’s many lounges, awaiting the arrival of our mark. The deal was, we were here to buy weapons.

The man in question and his entourage made a smooth entrance. He was a tall, stylish guy who bore more than a passing resemblance to Jean Reno. His name was Anders Milic. While a couple of his men locked and flanked the door, he greeted us across the coffee table. “Ladies. I trust that you’ve enjoyed yourselves on my boat, so far.”

We stood up and he kissed the backs of our hands in turn. Smoothie. Max piped up. “Oh my, yes! It’s been ages since we’ve been able to let our hair down.”

She gave him her sunniest smile, which he returned. “Of course. I enjoyed your performance very much last night, Ms. Anzai.” He looked at me impishly, no doubt picturing me with my cowboy hat on. A waiter materialized with cocktails. “It’s a little early in the day for me, but I thought we might drink to a successful deal.” Max and I raised our glasses to him and took a sip. It was some kind of cordial. Yummy!

He seated himself and regarded us for a moment. Then he leaned forward, drink in hand, and got things rolling. “And what sort of armaments might you lovely ladies be in the market for?”

I answered as rehearsed. “We’re looking for some explosives of a… certain potency. Something discreet.”

“Are we talking about blowing up buildings, dams, or cities?”

I looked at Max, then answered, “I’d say we’re looking at the ‘dam’ category.”

His interest piqued, we discussed some different options, then started haggling. It was no surprise to me that Anders was a smooth businessman. Right about the time we were settling on a price, I noticed that Max was acting funny. Glancing over at her, I saw that she was rubbing her forehead. It looked like she was having trouble focusing her eyes.

“Ms. Shaftake, are you all right?” Milic asked politely.

“…M’okay. S’just. Feel. Warm,” Max said. Just then, I had a hot flash of my own. The room was spinning. Max dropped her glass and slowly fell onto her side.

“Ms. Shaftake?” Milic prompted, standing up.

“Oh shit,” I mumbled, as I slid over onto Max. I couldn’t move and I felt very warm all over. My ears were buzzing like there was a bumblebee in each one.

“Ms. Anzai? Ladies?”

Max and I were a melted ball on the couch. My face was crammed against the feverish skin of her arm. Milic studied us for a moment, then his look of concern abruptly disappeared.

“I think they are under,” he said to his boys. I sensed weapons being reholstered. Then he sat back down. “I think it’s time you two told me why you’re here. You go first… Ms. Masumi.”

And just like that, our cover was blown. If I could’ve cursed it would have been impressive, even for any sailors within earshot. I heard myself answer, a sensation I was getting pretty familiar with. “We’re from Min Sect,” I murmured shyly.

“Go on.”

“We’re here to kill you,” I said in a voice I hadn’t heard since middle school.

“I see.” He looked at us for a few seconds. “But there’s something I don’t understand. My intel shows that you are not Min Sect agents. You are from Nepthys. But I don’t think it’s possible for you to lie under the influence of the drug I’ve administered. Explain this to me, Max.”

I felt my partner draw a breath under my weight. “They captured Akiko and… compromised her. She took me to them by force and they did the same to me. Now we work for them.”

Anders sat there, incredulous. Then a goofy smile slowly spread across his face. He started to laugh, softly at first, but pretty soon he was roaring. All his goons joined in. It seemed to go on for ten minutes while Max and I lay paralyzed on the couch. Too bad I couldn’t bust him in the puss.

“So tell me,” he inquired, “what methods did they employ to break two such capable and deadly operatives?”

Sounding like a drunken teenager, I went through the whole story. The spa. The dragonflies. The cock gobbling. Everything. Then Max told her tale. Even through my drug-addled haze, I was fascinated to hear her side of things. It sounded like she’d been more turned on by her ordeal than I thought.

Speaking of being turned on, there was a conspicuous bulge in my man Ander’s pants by now. I couldn’t help but think this whole thing would make a pretty hot book or something. When Max was finished, he spoke up. “This is too much. I had the same thing in store for you, but it seems that my adversaries beat me to the punch.” He leaned back, stroking his chin. “Or perhaps, they’ve merely softened you up. Tell me, Max, did you enjoy your time in the… what was it - White Room?”

I felt Max’s pulse quicken. “Yes,” she said.

“Does it make you excited to think that I might do more of the same to you?”

“Yes.” Hell. She sounded more than excited; homegirl was going to start begging for it soon.

“And what about you, Akiko?”

I gulped. My panties were suspiciously moist. “Yes sir,” I answered coyly. This creature that Min Sect had molded me into sure was a ho.

“So. You two will willingly accompany me belowdecks, for some… further education?”

“Yes sir!” we chorused.

At this point, I was mostly occupied with thoughts of getting laid. I didn’t really care who it was with – Maxie, Anders, a chair leg. But in the back of my mind, I knew we were in even bigger trouble than yesterday.

And where the fuck was Keeley?

I remember being carried for a long time, then having my pretty new sundress peeled off. Then there was buzzing, and a feeling like I was submerged in honey.

Assault With a Deadly Akiko

My ears were buzzing. It was a lingering side effect from Anders Milic’s crazy enslavement technique. I was sitting in the back of a Sabre 65 jet, near the engines, and my head was killing me. We were flying through some chop, which I was battling with Dramamine. Add the icy blast of the plane’s air conditioner to the fact that I couldn’t get warm (despite the thick black wool fatigues I had on) and you had one unhappy Akiko.

There were only four of us in the spacious cabin: Max was lounging in one of the few chairs next to me, and two goons in dark specs faced us from up near the cockpit–our escorts for the day. I kept jumping up and pacing the open area between them and us. I’m sure I was working their nerves, even though they did nothing to conceal their interest in my butt.

My memory was churning, trying to reach past the last few days and all the fucking and sucking, all the different people who had used me in order to own me. It wasn’t even like I was doing it on purpose; something in my head had sprung loose in the last round of abuse on that weapons dealer’s boat. Now I had two cages wrapped around my brain, slipping around its edges, fighting with one another. And every so often, I could sneak between the gold and silver bars and remember things.

Max had dozed off with her Ray Bans on, so she didn’t know I’d been bumming cigarettes off her for most of the flight. Or maybe she did, and she was chill with it. (I know, I know; it’ll stunt my growth. Don’t worry, I didn’t keep it up for too long.) As a fresh cloud of smoke tickled my lungs, Keeley’s face jumped into my thoughts again. I exhaled, hoping she was safe, wherever she was.

“Are you gonna do that all the way to SFO?” one of the suits wanted to know. He waved smoke away from his person, to show me how much I was putting him off.

“You don’t like it, exit’s over there,” I said, blowing smoke toward the hatch. I couldn’t believe it. The fool got up out of his seat and stepped to me.

“How about I put that out for you?” he warned, crossing the cabin and getting in my area. He reached for my hand, and got about halfway before he found himself on the business end of my bad mood. In one smooth motion, I spun him around by the wrist and pinned him in a brutal hold. A satisfying series of pops rippled from his fingers to his shoulder. I put my cig out on his neck with my free hand. He let out a peculiar yelp, as the second man leapt to his feet and reached for his gun. When people pick fights with me I’m used to finishing them, so I snapped Mr. No-Smoking’s neck like a twig, then crossed the cabin with a nifty pirouette kick to disarm the second guy before my first kill even hit the floor. I don’t know what that idiot was thinking anyway, pulling his piece in a pressurized cabin.

I guess I’ll never know, because as soon as my feet came back to the deck, I crushed Extra Number Two’s larynx with my upturned palm.

I was tingling all over. Lordy, that felt good! Then I sensed movement behind me, and turned to find Max standing a few paces away. She had her poker face on.

I was thinking clearly for the first time in days, and it felt fucking fantastic. “Maxi, this is our chance! We have got to get back to Nepthys. As soon as this plane touches down, we split, right?”

She calmly regarded the bodies behind me. “Fuck an A!” Max didn’t say. “I agree completely!” she failed to add. She sized me up carefully behind her shades, then closed the gap between us. “I was afraid you’d say that,” she said simply. My jaw hung open, and before I could find out what her damage was she said, “Remember the swirling snow as the horses cross the field in winter.”

What a fucked up thing to say! Especially right after your best friend saves your neck. Still, the line did have a certain lyrical quality about it. I turned the phrase over in my head, dimly aware that something weird was going on. Max seemed to be more calm and collected than me, and I was suddenly embarrassed for spazzing out like that. I mean, it was pretty harsh of me to kill those guys for getting irate about my smoking. You can’t even smoke on most planes anymore! Max was so much more mature; she’d never fly off the handle over something so trivial. I realized that I should just shut up and let Max run the show. I bowed my head slightly in front of her.

“Come sit with me, Akiko,” Max said, pulling me by the elbow, back to my seat. “Sit down. Look at me.” I did as I was told. Max slipped her sunglasses off and met my gaze. It was like falling into ice water. I shivered as the buzzing in my ears returned.

“Akiko, do you have reservations about this mission?” Max asked sternly.

I was getting dizzy. “No,” I whispered.

“Beg pardon?”

“No!” I answered, with more conviction. I sounded like a cranky toddler in need of a nap.

“That’s good, because Anders would be very disappointed if we were to fail.” Anders. Anders Milic; the guy who made my ears buzz and my pants wet. The guy who made me do anything he wanted.

“I don’t want to get in trouble,” I whined. I was so cold.

“No ma’am, you certainly do not want to get in trouble. Remember the last time you acted up, on the boat?”

I couldn’t remember exactly, but it involved being naked with lots of sushi around. I couldn’t go to the bathroom for like, eight hours. I didn’t want to be bad.

“So are you going to behave?” Max demanded.

“Yes, Max.”

“Good. Now get some sleep.” I was instantly drowsy. “We’ll be there shortly.”

It was starting to get ripe in the cabin. One of those guys must have run to the border for his last meal. I felt so bad for pissing Max off like that. “Can I have a hug?” I pleaded.

“Of course you can,” she said, then she patted my head and gave me a warm, lingering embrace. And kissed me.

I dreamed of horses the rest of the way.

I found out that the pilot was under strict orders not to leave the cockpit during the flight for his own protection, and he was reluctant to come out when we touched down. He wasn’t thrilled about the bodies, either.

Our ride was waiting for us on the tarmac. It didn’t take long to get back to the Soporo Health Spa. We got some funny looks in our black commando gear as we made our way through the health spa lobby, but the guards waved us into the restricted basement floors of Min Sect headquarters with no hassle.

Once through, a phalanx of suits approached us briskly in the hall. Leading them was Agent Pink. He marched right up to us and demanded, “Where the hell have you been?”

“Awww, didja miss me?” I smiled, seizing the opportunity to irritate him.

He smiled. Turned to one of his goons to share a laugh. His boys thought I was pretty funny. My smile got bigger.

Then his fist connected with my chin, sending me sprawling on my ass.

“What the fuck have you been doing for the last four days?” he bellowed down at me. Max just stood there, unsure of what to do. “Our satellite recon clearly shows that Milic’s yacht is not, repeat not, destroyed. How could you screw this up? We burned the instructions into your tiny little minds!” He poked at his head for emphasis. This was a side of Pink that I was unfamiliar with. A little blood trickled down my chin.

“Please sir,” I mumbled, wiping the blood away and working my jaw back and forth. “Give us a chance to explain.” I held my arms up and pouted at him, and he responded by jerking me roughly to my feet.

“Well?” he demanded. He was so pissed! His lower lip trembled. I guess his ass was on the line, because he was the one who’d overseen my capture all those days ago. I can’t say I felt too sympathetic for him, after he popped me like that. So I accelerated the plan.

“It’s like this,” I began. And before anyone could react, I twisted him around to face his men and whipped out a small sub-machine gun, which I poked into his temple. “You messed with the wrong chick!” I yelled into his ear. “You’re gonna rue the day you ever stuck me in that Blue Room, chuckles! And I’m personally gonna make you sorry for every pair of high heels I had to wear because of you!”

By this time, there were six pistols leveled at me and Max. My bud had drawn her pistol, and was anxiously shifting her weight from foot to foot. “Akiko, steady up!” she hissed. Alarms were starting to go off throughout the compound.

“Akiko-ch… Akiko-san,” Pink stammered. “Let’s be reasonable.” He mouthed something I couldn’t see to one of the guards, who turned tail and ran off. “Maybe I spoke in haste. We can give you another shot at Milic.”

“I have a better idea,” I told him. “Tell your boys to back the fuck up.”

He thought about it for a minute, so I pressed the gun into his skull a lot harder and caressed the trigger. That seemed to inspire him. “Back the fuck up!” he said. “Drop ‘em!” The suits hesitated, then lowered their weapons.

“Amscray!” I said, motioning them away with my free hand. “Tell them.”

“You heard her! Clear the hallway!” I’ve never seen guys move away from me in such a hurry.

“Akiko,” Max sing-songed under her breath. “Where are you going with this?” If I wasn’t careful, I was going to be on Max’s bad side again in a hurry.

“We’re going ahead to the first objective,” I said, trying to balance my desire to appease her with my need to settle up with Agent Pink. “This cretin is now our tactical asset.” Then into his ear I yelled, “Move!”

I sensed people moving into position all around us, just out of sight, but we had the advantage in the narrow corridor, so we moved a short distance to a door marked “Blue Theater”. I shoved Pink inside, then Max moved in swiftly to assess things. I was in last, and in the dim blue light I could see that we were alone. I made sure to lock us in. There was another door on the opposite side labeled “Pool”, which Max and I planned on using to get to our next objective. We had a long list of shit to blow up.

Agent Pink moved to put a familiar black gurney between us, then clasped his hands together. “Akiko, please. If you’ll just calm down…” Outside the door, I could hear lots of yelling and shuffling.

“Shut up!” I said. “I’m tired of your yap.” I retrained my weapon at him. “Max: charges.”

His eyes widened as he realized that Max was busying herself with explosives. He tried a different approach. “Max. I command you to stop what you’re doing. Submit.” Max looked at him over a chunk of C4 and just rolled her eyes. Her fingers never stopped working. This didn’t do anything for Pink’s stress levels. “What did Milic do to you? What’s going on?” He wasn’t really addressing us, just kind of babbling.

Just then there was a loud clang. Something was going on outside. I turned my head toward the door, so I didn’t see the chair that Pink lobbed at me. It caught me in the chest and I went down on my ass, still sore from its first meeting with the floor a few minutes ago. I threw the chair clear and was just starting to realize how much my left tit hurt, when Pink landed on me.

I have to admit he wasn’t half-bad at fighting. He knocked the wind out of me and got a few good jabs in before I threw him off with my legs. Then I finally got my chance to bust him in the puss but good. He wiggled out from under me after kicking me in the groin. It went on like that for a few seconds more before I heard the unmistakable sound of Max switching her Glock 18 over to automatic. We both froze.

“That’ll be quite enough of that,” Max chided, poking her gun into Pink’s back. I smiled gratefully at her as Pink got up off me. She looked around for a moment, then we came to an idea in the same instant. Smiling thinly, she motioned at him with her pistol. “Get up on that gurney.”

“Screw you,” he suggested. But Max wasn’t having any more. Deftly, she lowered her gun and fired into his leg. Pop-pop-pop. His scream echoed through the big theater, reminding me of my command performance with Blue Man.

“Get. On. The gurney,” Max repeated. There was more clanging going on outside.

Cursing, Agent Pink hoisted himself onto the gurney in question as blood gushed from the impressive wound on his thigh. I made quick work of strapping him in, ignoring his manic protests. Max finished setting the charges.

Another clang from the door: the Min Sect boys were close to breaking it down. Max flipped a switch on a tiny module affixed to her belt, then called “Let’s roll!” We positioned ourselves in front of the poolroom door, donning thick gloves and ski masks. I nodded at Max when I was ready.

Agent Pink screamed to his minions from the table behind us. “Hurry! For God’s sake, hurry up!” The main door burst open and we took our cue. Max went first as we slipped out the other door, into a familiar, eerily lit blue hallway. The dragonflies were on us in an instant, but they were out of luck because we weren’t wearing sexy workout clothes this time around. There was a lot of commotion in the Blue Room, which was almost drowned out by the deafening drone of the glittering metallic insects swarming around us, but we made it to the end of the hall in short order.

We burst into the poolroom, scaring the shit out of several Soporo patrons. I’m sure they thought it was a stick-up: us in our black garb, brandishing guns, them in their yuppie swimwear. But we didn’t have time to explain the situation, we just leapt straight for the deep end. Max triggered the explosives just before we hit the water. There was a deafening roar, which we heard as much as felt as our feet brushed the shaking pool bottom. About two dozen dragonflies began to drown all around us. I broke the surface of the water just in time to see a tongue of flame lick the doorway we’d just come through. Plaster and other shit rained down from the ceiling in the final seconds of the aftershock. Max and I reached the edge of the pool at about the same time, and as we pulled ourselves out a tall, Ken-looking guy in a Speedo approached us.

“Dude, you really fucked up our health spa!” he said.

I pulled off my ski mask and gloves and wrung them out on the deck. “You don’t know the half of it,” I told him. “This is really a secret terrorist installation.”

A skinny blonde wandered up to us. “I’ve been working out in this ‘terrorist installation’ for three years. Now there’s no more weight room, you bitch!”

A crowd of suntanned Californian yuppies was gathering around us now, and something was not right here at all. Another one piped up from the back. “Yeah! I wasn’t finished doing my ab work!”

Max gave a contemptuous little snort and showed them a hand to talk to. “I don’t think you people are grasping the big picture.”

Ken pushed his way to the front. “I think we understand just fine,” he said, and misted us down with some Industrial Strength sleepy spray. I slumped to the pool deck, a soggy, drowsy mess. As sleep overtook me, I wondered if things could possibly get weirder today.

I came to in what was fast becoming my least favorite position: naked, on my back, strapped to a table. I itched all over, and realized why as a blue dragonfly buzzed by my head and patiently stung me on my neck. Crap.

“Yes, good. You’ll need to be awake for this,” a voice said. I caught a whiff of Yardley’s and knew all I needed to about its owner.

“Korjdaan…” I managed, as my eyes closed under the weight of the bug venom.

“Quite. You and Maxine have done an exceptional job.”

I frowned, seconds away from passing out, but curious about his logic.

I felt a hand squeeze my arm. “Please do try and stay awake.” I opened my eyes and tried to focus on the blurry head looking down at me. “Granted, there was some collateral damage, but I expected Milic to try something like this. And my disguised operatives intercepted you with little trouble, before you could cause any critical damage.” A wave of embarrassment cut through my sleepy haze. I couldn’t believe we fell for that. They were convincing yuppies, though.

“I wanted to see what this Milic was capable of,” Korjdaan continued. “And I wanted Pink out of the way, so I sent him to meet you. That irritating man was trying his damndest to take my job, and Control seemed to like him.” He paused. “Ah well. Problem solved.”

Max showed herself to be equally slow on the uptake. “But… how?” she slurred. “How did you know we’d come back and turn against you?”

The Chairman allowed himself a soft laugh. “My dear. You don’t get where I am by being shortsighted. And you ladies are formidable operatives. Luckily, Milic’s methods are crude. He tried to… persuade you with blunt force, mostly. His meddling in your minds will be easily reversed. And then you will finish him off for me.”

I felt another dragonfly sting me on the hip. “Haven’t you let your friends chow down on us long enough?” I pleaded weakly. My veins were burning with bug-venom.

“Please…” Max echoed.

“It’s necessary, I’m afraid. We must recover your devotion to us, so that we retain your services more effectively than we did with your troublesome superior.”

“Keeley,” I moaned.

“Indeed. It seems she has gone missing. We intended to use her at Nepthys headquarters, but she disappeared en route. After you’ve dealt with Anders Milic, you will of course retrieve her.”

“No…” Max whispered.

The lights dimmed, and a blue floodlight suddenly bathed my body. The room spun. Korjdaan cleared his throat. “You will cease your opposition to me,” he declared musically.

“Fuck you,” I croaked. Then another sting. My kingdom for some Off.

“You are no longer able to resist,” he continued.

“Stop,” Max said.

“You will do as I say.”

“Okay,” I said. “I will do as you say. Except on Thursdays and Sundays, when I will invite you to… g-go fuck yourself.”

Korjdaan laughed again, louder this time. “I’ve become quite fond of you, Ms. Masumi. If I were a younger man… Perhaps by the time I’m done with you that will not be an issue. Well.” His voice changed register. “You are powerless to resist.”

“Powerless…” Max said.

“Powerless to resist,” I agreed, slipping deeper into the blue.

“You belong to me. You are powerless to resist.”

“I belong to you,” I said. Or was it Max? Or did I belong to Max? I wasn’t sure.

“You are the property of Min Sect, and by extension, mine.”

“I belong to you, sir,” I breathed, just before I passed out.

"Welcome back, ladies,” Anders boomed magnanimously as Max and I entered his massive office. He threw an arm around each of us and herded us to a couch. The smoke from his cigar trailed lazily behind us. It smelled nice. “Please, tell me all about your visit to California.”

My bare legs squeaked on the leather couch as I made myself comfortable next to Max. The yacht was docked at a port in a sleepy little town near Acapulco, so we’d taken the opportunity to lose the heavy wool uniforms in favor of these excellent minidresses, compliments of Anders.

“There isn’t much to tell,” Max said. I bit my lip. She had fallen back into her role as leader of the operation. Anders had conditioned us such that she was my superior, and my handler. Now that the Chairman had broken that conditioning and restored his own, it was hard for me to get in character as the underling. As a matter of fact, I was a little irate with Maxi for playing the part so well; she’d been kind of a bitch to me ever since we got back on Anders’ boat. If she wasn’t so cute I’da smacked her.

Anders slipped into a huge black chair behind an impressive mahogany desk and puffed on his cigar. “Give me the details,” he prompted.

“Well, we did have a little hiccup on the flight to the mainland,” she said, glancing over at me.

“Yes, I’m aware of that. But you were able to contain Ms. Masumi and finish the job. This is acceptable.” He smiled patronizingly at me. I fumed inwardly. Next time I ‘hiccup’, you’re gonna be a lot less pleased with yourself. Still, I sucked it in and looked down at the carpet demurely.

Max continued. “We were able to neutralize the base. The Chairman and his assistant are dead. We escaped unharmed.”

“Yes, my intel seems to confirm this,” Anders said. “It’s hard to get the exact details, but it’s quite obvious that the base sustained considerable damage. Did you deviate from the plan at any point?”

“No sir,” Max replied. “It was by the numbers.”

Anders studied us for a moment, then his eyes started to roam over us. I could tell where this was going. “Akiko, you look tired. How do you feel?”

I made like I was getting sleepy at his suggestion, and coyly answered, “Well sir, I think I’d like to lie down for awhile.”

He grinned lecherously. “I think it’s time you had another session with our doctor. He’ll fix you up good as new. Max, please escort Ms. Masumi to the infirmary and report to Doctor Windbigler for a short session. You ladies will be joining me for dinner this evening. It’s going to be a late night for you.” Obviously, he was looking forward to an athletic three-way.

“Yes sir!” Max responded breathlessly, throwing herself way too far into the part, as far as I was concerned. Ham. She rose to her feet and offered me her hand. I took it and let her lead me out of the room in a faux daze.

Once we were out on deck where the sea could mask our conversation, I spoke up. “Okay, Commander Max. How are we going to do this?”

“Sorry baby,” Max whispered to me as she continued to lead me by the hand. “I had to be convincing. You can take it out on me later.”

I made a pleased little noise at hearing her come on to me. All was suddenly forgiven. “Oh I’ll take it out on you, all right,” I flirted. “Seriously, though. What’s the drill?”

Max slowed down, to buy time. “I say we go ahead and get this over with, while Milic’s entourage is in town. Head down to the infirmary right now, pick up some shit, then do the deed.”

A gaggle of Anders’ henchman passed us then, taking a good long look at the two mind-fucked hottie operatives leaning on each other as they made their way to another hypno session. When they were out of earshot, I grinned. “I like the way you’re thinking. Yo, let’s do this,” I told her in my best Missy Elliot. Max just smiled, shushed me and steered us toward a stairwell.

We were intimate with the layout of the ship before we set foot on it the first time, thanks to Min Sect. Of course, all I remember from that day was singing karaoke and letting Max jump my bones. But I knew exactly how to get to the armory. I even knew the pass code for the electronic locks. Before anyone saw, we slipped in and started to help ourselves to some very nice toys. Max threw me a duffel bag, snagged one for herself and started cramming it full of stuff. I found a pair of thigh holsters and strapped them on just below the hem of my dress. Sexy! The way we were planning to operate, discretion was unnecessary. I found a pair of Glocks to accessorize, then filled my own bag with clips, a few bundles of plastic explosive and a shotgun. When I was finished, I got behind the door and pulled my piece. Max joined me and nodded “Yup.”

Right away there was trouble: a beady-eyed grunt looking tres startled at the two ladies armed to the teeth who’d just burst out into the hallway. I dropped him before he got to his gun. The shot sang through the hull, causing immediate, ship wide panic. We hustled to the end of the hall, burrowing deeper into the yacht. We were on our way to the boiler room and nothing was gonna stop us. Max dove down a staircase, smoothly rolling to her feet at the bottom. Then my eardrums flinched as she strafed the room with her machine pistol. I glanced around the deck before gliding down the stairs behind her.

She had made stroganoff out of the four or five unlucky guys down here. Smoothly, we picked our way around the mess and continued on our way. An irritating alarm began to chime, and there was a lot of commotion on the decks above us. I decided to save ammo for the trip back upstairs.

We made it to the boiler room door without any difficulty. Max straddled the doorway, to keep our avenue of escape free, while I unzipped my bag and went to work. I placed explosives around the most volatile machinery while Max entertained herself by blowing the legs off of anyone stupid enough to venture down the steps. Humming Johnny Cash to myself softly, I wired up the plastics to a timer, set it and took one last look at my handiwork. Pretty as a Christmas package. Glancing at Max, I committed us to a course of action: get off the fucking ship as fast as possible.

I grabbed my shotgun and shouldered my bag, then joined Max in the doorway. No one else was volunteering to have their knees turned into Spam, so it was pretty quiet in the hall. Max crept up to the last safe inch of space near the stairwell and exuberantly lobbed a grenade up to the next deck. I swear I heard her giggle at the resulting stampede of feet as she rolled to find cover. I squatted down quickly and covered my ears as the deck thrummed painfully under my feet. A gust of hot, acrid air fried some of my hair, and I felt like a few things were disconnected in my chest, but I scrambled over to Max so that we could get our asses upstairs. She giggled as she bounded up the steps. “I say God damn!” she Elvised, as I watched her butt wiggle its way up to the hell she’d just created.

Anders’ men had given up on the stand-in-front-of-our-guns-and-get-wasted strategy and opted for more prudent sniping positions. Things got a lot harrier at this point, but we had our Min-Sect conditioning and our giant balls to guide us. I kicked out of my high heels, took the lead and soon we were up on deck.

Which was not a great place to be, just then. Bullets whizzed by as we ducked and sprinted for the nearby lounge. If these assholes knew that the whole ship was about to go up, they definitely wouldn’t be hanging around trying to ventilate us. I allowed myself a deep breath as we made it to the lounge and slipped inside. Then a stream of bullets made the pretty Monet copy next to my head even more impressionistic. Unthinking, Max and I rolled under a table and tipped it onto its side for cover.

“Good afternoon, ladies!” Anders yelled amiably from across the room. “I take it you are no longer my helpless fuck bunnies.”

“ This boat is going to explode in three more minutes!” I warned. He peppered our surroundings with machine gun fire.

“Even if I believed you, I think that’s more than enough time to kill you and make it to the dock. That way I won’t have you lovely operatives to worry about.”

I gave Max a look and a nod that we’d shared more times than I care to remember. She winked as I moved noiselessly around to the bar. “You won’t survive this, Anders,” Max chided, keeping him occupied. “Better to get out of here while you still can.”

Bullets sprayed around the room recklessly, making it easier for me to get all the way behind the bar on my hands and knees undetected. “It will take more than threats to scare me,” he replied.

“I’m coming out of here in a second, Anders. Better be ready,” Max warned. I rounded the corner of the bar and saw him then, crouched behind a table with a machine gun in either hand. Max and I must have been on the same wavelength, because she jumped up and took a potshot at him, giving me the distraction I needed to roll over behind him.

“Is that all you’ve got?” he teased Max, craning his neck around the side of the table to get a bead on her.

“Nope,” I said, causing him to flinch and hit his head on the table. He spun around, raising his machine guns, but I was way ahead of him. The recoil of my shotgun was very satisfying: another creep who had messed around with my brain was history.

“Door!” Max yelled, jumping up from behind the table to run for the exit.

I threw my shoulder into it, but it wouldn’t budge. Anders had locked this one. Max shoved me aside, and before I could figure out what her plan was, she perforated the door with her pistol and kicked it open. She grabbed my hand and jerked me out onto the deck with her, heading full steam for the dock. Bullets zinged by as we hotfooted it for the gangplank. Good thing we didn’t have far to run, or that would have been it for us. Max didn’t bother with the stairs; she just hurled herself into the air and landed square onto the dock. I executed a more graceful imitation, landing exactly where she did, but Max was already hoofing it for dry land. The dock seemed to stretch out forever as I sprinted after her as fast as I could.

My bare foot smacked onto hot pavement as the first concussion pounded into my back. It seemed to take forever for me to spill onto the street, as scorching wind whipped my hair and my dress. I became aware of the sound during my reflexive tumble - Aikido training taking over even as the mouth of Hell opened up right behind me.

I was stunned and I had the wind knocked out of me, so I cowered in a sweaty, singed ball as pieces of boat rained out of the sky around me. I noticed Max then, wrapped around me protectively. Bless her heart.

She didn’t let me sit there for long. “On your feet!” she barked, tugging me up by the hands. “Move, move!”

Her sergeant routine made it through my shell-shocked skull, so I began to trot with her down the street. Curious and horrified townspeople were spilling down the pier, yelling and pointing at the inferno by the dock. We slipped through them - unassuming young ladies in extra crispy sundresses - and made our way to a pair of seriously kick-ass motorcycles. Our tickets to the airport, and back to Min Sect headquarters.

I had a little trouble kick starting the bike in bare feet, so Max roared off ahead of me. In a few seconds I was right behind her as we screamed through the streets, narrowly avoiding a few irate pedestrians. Man, it felt good to have that thing between my legs, if you know what I mean.

I pulled alongside Max, and she grinned at me through a tangle of blonde hair. I was about to smile back, but something in my rear-view mirror caught my attention: a black van with tinted windows about ten yards behind us. I jerked a thumb over my shoulder, then goosed the throttle. Max looked behind us, then surged ahead as well.

Now what? I thought to myself, exasperated. The big ship go boom, our heroines ride off into the sunset. The End, right? But there was no mistake, the van was after us. The road was beginning to wind sharply through the foothills of a mountain range, forking ahead of us. Thanks to the Chairman, I knew the way to the airport in my sleep. But the van made an aggressive move just then, attempting to ram us. Max and I split up left and right to make a hole, and then the damned thing swerved right at me.

Fuck! I missed the turn! Max sped off to the left, into the tunnel I was supposed to be in right about now. I was careening down the right fork in the road, which turned to gravel and threatened to spill me on my ass. I fought for control of the bike as the van lurched down insanely to follow me.

At this point I had a new problem. I was out of gas! Whoever was in the van had played me from the beginning. They had me right where they wanted me. My idea was to pull over, ditch the bike as fast as I could, and head for cover in some nearby trees, where I could speak with my new friends with the Glocks strapped to my thighs. I jammed on the brakes and swept the rear of the bike around beside me, preparing to bolt, but as I did the handlebars crackled with energy. My arms shook with live current, my hair stood on end, and my jaw locked shut. I was very lucky; the bike came to a halt soon after without giving me too much road rash. My leg was cut up pretty bad, but I wouldn’t find that out until later. I was stunned as a bug in a bug-zapper. The heavy motorcycle pinned me on the ground.

I was dimly aware of the van stopping just behind me. Some folks in ski masks extricated me from the bike and carefully put me in the back of the van. As it pulled back onto the road, I was strapped down to something. My nervous system was doing the flashing-12:00-on-your-VCR thing. Those assholes had jolted me a good one.

But which assholes were these? Who knew about this operation? I had no idea, just a strong feeling that my long day was far from over.

A Fistful Of Akiko

I had finally reached the end of my rope. After a weeklong press of blue rooms, blue bugs, drugs in my drink, weird trigger-phrases, kinky sex, slutty clothes, even Hypno-View® contact lenses, my ass was kicked. I was flopping around in the back of the mysterious black van as it made its rickety way back to pavement. The only thing that helped in the flopping department was the stretcher I was tied to, neat as a package. Also, I wished there were a little more to the dress I had on - I was starting to get raw in some places a girl doesn't like to chafe.

These people had known all about Max and me. And they'd emptied the gas tank on my getaway bike and stashed a stunner in the handlebars. I wasn't sure, but it seemed like Max had escaped. After the jolt that locked up all my joints, made me spill onto the road and gave me the hair of a Bangle, I was completely disoriented. There were people moving around in the back of the van, but they were only blurry aquarium fish to me. I think somebody bandaged up my leg then, but I can't say for sure.

I knew there was no chance of escape - at least not for a while - so I tried to relax and forget about my throbbing skull. That's when someone held up my head and gave me a capsule that turned out to be Valium. A little while later, when I was starting to feel much groovier, the van hit smooth pavement. The drone of the wheels put me out in short order.

Someone turned on the lights in a big, empty room. The sound of the flicking switch hung in the air as I began to stir in my - creepy black torture chair! My limbs jerked and I gasped, reacting as much to the sight of the spidery appliance as to the feel of a dozen freezing metal braces and cuffs on my skin. Yup, I was naked again, if you didn't count the bandage on my scraped up leg. I was in the center of a white, hexagonal room, the ceiling of which seemed to stretch on for three or four stories overhead. The walls were fairly close. There was a tray to my left that bore a set of gleaming dental tools. A professional-looking olive skinned man stood in the doorway in front of me.

"What's with the Marathon Man decor?" I croaked at him, speaking for the first time in hours.

The man frowned politely as he searched in his head for the reference. "Ah," he said finally, glancing at the tray full of shiny tools. Suddenly he looked embarrassed. "We're tight on space in this facility, so this room is normally used as an interrogation cell. Sorry if we gave you the wrong idea."

Since he was being so nice, I tried to think of a polite way to raise the question of the room's other purpose, and then ask why I was naked, chained six ways to Sunday in a chair straight out of H.R. Giger. Before I could take a stab at it, high heels clacked toward us in the hall outside. The sound of those heels made the last week of my life feel like ten years.

"Keeley!" I burst out, and the sound of her name rang in the six-walled room even after my Boss Lady had walked in. As usual, she was wearing a serious jacket and skirt. Her curly hair was piled up on top of her head, and her blue eyes twinkled through her stylish eyeglasses with obvious glee at my excitement, though she only allowed herself a prim smile.

She hesitated near the door for several seconds, looking me over - a little worry mixed in with a cool appraisal of her compromised operative. Then she took a step forward. "That will be all, Rene," she purred to the man on door detail, who gave her a little salute, winked at me, then pulled the door shut on his way out.

Keeley's frosty veneer melted the moment we were alone. "My god, Akiko!" she cried, crossing the room in three strides to wrap her arms around me in the black contraption. "I'm so glad we were able to get you back!"

"Me too, ma'am!" I chirped as she squeezed me a little too hard. "Why am I naked in the torture room?" I added as delicately as possible.

"I'm so sorry, honey." Keeley lowered her voice. "You've been exposed to all kinds of coercion, and until we can reverse that, you're a danger to yourself and to us." She started to fuss over the cuts and boo-boos from my motorcycle spill.

"Yeah, you can say that again." I watched her frown at the bandage on my leg. "But where were you while Max and I were in Mexico?"

She patted my head. "The short version," she began, phrasing it like a question. "I was subjected to the same procedure as you." Her cheeks flushed, and I decided not to ever tell her that I'd seen the whole thing. "But I was able to resist, because…" she trailed off, meeting my eyes uncertainly. "Well," she leaned in to my ear and whispered, "I don't like men." I nodded to show that her personal info was safe with me. I was hoping that she couldn't sense how much her declaration excited me.

"They sent me back to headquarters, to capture Chief Director Pendleton and bring him to Soporo. There are several Min Sect people currently inside Nepthys, so I knew that if I turned myself in for debriefing, I'd be killed and the whole process would begin all over again. As soon as I was away from Soporo, I went underground."

"What is this place?" I asked.

"This is a Nepthys sub-compound that is isolated from headquarters. It operates independently from the main branch, by and large. The people here were able to erase my programming and recover you. Now it's your turn."

"But what about Max?"

"My extraction team wasn't able to catch her. They found her abandoned motorcycle after they captured you, but she was gone. We trained you both very well and that worked to our disadvantage." She smiled a little.

"We can't leave her," I cried. "I don't think she can stand up to much more of their brainwashing. I know I couldn't."

Keeley squeezed my fingers. "Max is your next assignment. We'll send you in to get her, and once you're clear, another team will secure Soporo Health Spa."

I smiled at the notion of "securing" a health spa, but then I remembered the faux gym patrons taking out me and Max like yesterday's trash.

I tugged a little at the restraints. "Does that mean I get out of here soon?" I asked, looking at her hopefully.

Keeley looked around the room, then pulled a small control unit out of her jacket pocket. Pointing it over her shoulder at the door, she caused three locks to slide home. Then she pointed it at the ceiling and brought the lights down. I noticed then that I'd been bathed. My skin smelled like vanilla and my hair smelled like jasmine, when last time I checked it had reeked of burning yacht. It was tied up smoothly behind my head, and I didn't need to look to know that it was secured with something expensive and pretty. Keeley was giving me this enigmatic little ghost of a smile, so I raised an eyebrow at her.

"Before I can let you go, you must be de-programmed. And the best way to do that is to first emphasize your natural loyalties," she explained, as I looked at her blankly.

"To the people you are loyal to of your own free will," she clarified. I still didn't get it.

"To me," she half-whispered.

Oh.

"You mean…" My eyes widened.

She held up her palms and took a step back. "Akiko. This is only the first step. Once we complete that step, the rest is a very simple matter of pharmaceuticals. I won't be programming you to obey me, only breaking your loyalty to the Chairman and re-establishing your free will."

I chewed on that for a sec.

"This is a voluntary procedure. I'm sure we can crack this another way, but this is the fastest method that we know of, and Max…"

"I'll do it, Keeley." She was reading objections into my slowness to get her drift. I'd had my brain fried so many times in the last week that I was feeling a little thick, but the fringe benefit was that I was very into girls as of late. No way was I going to pass up an opportunity like this!

"You're sure?" Keeley pressed. She was being so cute, like it was our first date.

"Oh, yes indeedy."

She relaxed visibly. "Good." The little smile grew.

She pressed another button on her remote dealie, and my chair started to move. I tensed up instinctively, but it gently rearranged itself into a skeletal table. When it stopped I was flat on my back, getting wet in spite of my recent bad experiences in this pose.

Keeley pulled something else out of her jacket and showed it to me: a tiny syringe full of green fluid. "I have to give you this," she said apologetically. I nodded and she removed the cap, thumped the side and squirted out the air bubbles. Moving swiftly to counter her obvious reluctance, she smoothly pushed the needle into my arm. Pleasant, syrupy warmth flowed into my shoulder, then into my chest and downward. I sighed and closed my eyes, lost in the process of relaxing. This was already heavenly.

I heard rustling, and turned my head to see Keeley efficiently wiggling out of her jacket and skirt. Underneath, my naughty Boss Lady was wearing only thigh-highs and an elegant bustier. Her austere outer garments plopped to the floor. She blushed when she saw me staring at her, but I couldn't help it - the yummy green stuff she'd injected me with was already going to my head. Demurely, she began to take off her glasses, but I said, "Leave those on, please." She smiled, pushed them up her nose with her index finger and leaned over me.

"How do you feel?" she murmured, her mouth millimeters from mine.

"Feel pretty good." I was getting wasted. All those restraints and straps slackened, then snicked into the larger frame of the chair, but before I had a chance to move around she pressed her lips onto mine. I lost interest in my newfound freedom and plunged my tongue into her mouth. We made out like two candyflipping ravers for a while. A week ago I might've been embarrassed by the sounds I was making.

Eventually Keeley pulled away for air. "Akiko, you have to relax or this won't work," she implored, in tones that suggested she was far from chill, herself. She started rubbing my sternum, making my back arch reflexively. "You must do what I tell you. Relax."

"Yes…" I offered helpfully. I was pretty familiar with this whole mind control routine by now.

"Yes what?"

"Yes ma'am," I answered, as my back returned to the rapidly warming metal table. Jesus. After the last week I was probably going to be into submissive sex for life.

Her head moved over my stomach, and a few stray curls of her hair began to drive me absolutely crazy. "The Chairman…" she said, exhaling onto my tummy. "You like him?"

"Oh, yes ma'am!" I exclaimed, mostly from what Keeley was doing.

"You obey him?"

"Yes ma'am."

She began licking around my navel, and the drug she'd given me was running wide-open through my bloodstream. "He is an old man." My vision pixelated in the grips of a hot flash.

"Y-yes ma'am." I wasn't sure how to respond to anything that wasn't a question or a command.

"He's too old for you, don't you think?" Again with the licking.

"No. No ma'am. He's very nice and very smart." I liked the Chairman. He smelled good.

She stuck her tongue into my belly button, causing me to grab her by the hair with great enthusiasm. I moaned so that the microphones up near the ceiling could hear. Keeley gently disengaged my fingers and rose up. "Relax, Akiko," she commanded, placing my arm back onto the table. "You will not move until I say so. You cannot move at all."

Her words caused dizziness to spin outward from a point just behind my eyes. I saw stars as most of my strength ebbed away. "Just lie there," she said into my ear. "Let me do the work." With every word I felt weaker. Heavier. I couldn't move my half-closed eyes from the center of the ceiling overhead. My lips were parted, expectant.

"That's fine," Keeley encouraged, causing me to moisten further. "Let's continue, shall we?" I tried in vain to nod. She was back to working my belly button, which made my nerve endings light up like a thousand cigarette lighters at a Prince concert.

"The Chairman. Has he ever made you feel like this?"

"No ma'am. Can't say he has." My tongue wouldn't work right. My words came out in a delirious drawl.

"How about this?" she inquired, brushing her fingertips along the lips of my vadge.

I didn't want to be rude and not answer, but I was busy cumming so hard that the metal table was rattling. Keeley waited a discreet moment, then reposed the question. "Has the Chairman ever made you feel like that?"

"No ma'am!" I started to rhapsodize about her hella good sexual skills, but she put her finger to my lips.

"Don't speak unless you're spoken to, honey," she admonished. Then she stepped away, taking her fantastic heat with her. "Let's move on to phase two." The table descended a couple of feet - I felt like the weight of my paralyzed body was causing it to sink into the floor. She worked on something out of sight. I was trembling in anticipation of phase two.

She let me suffer like that for a bit, without even talking. Then she stepped over me and straddled my neck and shoulders. All I could do was gaze up at her and wish that I could reach up and pull her fabulous tits out of that bustier. Keeley stared down at me, then expertly leaned backward to fill me with a sublimely purring vibrator. Her eyes never left mine.

"I helped make you what you are today, Akiko. I recruited you after school, set you up with your place, trained you and encouraged you. Correct?"

"Yes ma'am," I moaned over the electric motor between my legs.

"You work for me because you want to, not because I send little blue bugs after you and hypnotize you. Isn't that right?" she demanded, towering over me.

"Huhn…." I was focused on my buzzing clit. I could tell that Keeley was also having a hard time sticking to the script, from the distinct tang in the air. I mean, her snatch was right over my face! My tongue darted between my lips.

"You work with me to rid the world of terrorism. The old man wants you to bring Nepthys down. He made you capture me. Do you want to work for such a man?"

There was no doubt in my mind. "No!"

"Do you want to follow him around like a bimbo, servicing him while you wait to be sent into the world to do evil?" She was starting to sound a little like a televangelist. She looked a damn sight better than any Bob Tilton, especially from this angle.

"No ma'am!" I shouted. My walls contracted and my asshole went along for the ride.

"You are Akiko Masumi, Nepthys Cobalt Level Operative, correct?"

That was it - I came again at hearing my name and title. What was that about? My eyes screwed shut, and I caught a fleeting glimmer of the Chairman's face on the backs of my eyelids. I tried to draw a breath.

"Answer the question, Akiko!"

I opened my eyes to see her glaring down at me; nipples rock hard, chest heaving, fingers working absently at nothing. A few curls stuck to her clammy forehead.

"Ma'am! I'm Akiko Masumi, Nepthys Cobalt Level Operative. Yes ma'am!"

Keeley's voice dropped a register. "Excellent. I believe we're finished with phase two. Let's celebrate," she suggested, lowering herself onto my face.

And there I was again; in a swank meeting room at Soporo Health Spa. I felt so good after my session with Keeley, except for a little queasiness at being back behind enemy lines. Chairman Korjdaan was briefing Max and me about our next mission, and as he moved succinctly through his instructions I did my best to play the part of Super-Attentive Hypnogirl. What I was really thinking was how much I wanted to finish the work Max and I started last time we were here.

It was easy to return without facing too many dangerous questions. The Nepthys sub-team that had rescued me had covered their tracks well; all I had to do was concoct a story about my delayed return, so I simply told the Chairman that Max and I were attacked by a group of thugs with no love for Anders. Max had of course escaped, and I was captured. Eventually, I told him, they let their guard down and I got away as well. I'm a good bullshitter, so he bought the story.

"So. The two of you understand the details of your next mission?" Korjdaan inquired.

Max, glassy-eyed, immediately chimed, "Yes sir!" I got distracted by how hot she looked in her tight-fitting leather number, and by her cute ponytail. It was good to be with her again.

"Ms. Masumi, you are clear on your objective to recover Director Keeley Sutton?" He was a little irate with my spaceyness.

"Yessir," I lied. My mind, now my own, had been gleefully doing its own thing during his entire mission outline. I sat up straight, crossed my legs and tossed my hair fetchingly. It was painfully obvious that the old man was starting to have a thing for me, so I coasted by his sharp instincts on my feminine wiles.

He looked like he was going to say something to me, but he stood. "Please report to the Blue Room now. Both of you. You need a reinforcement session before you leave."

This time I made a show of being on the same page with Max. "Sir!" we barked, then made our exit in step.

We made our way down the hall in silence for a bit, as I tried to suss out Max's condition. It looked to me like she'd had her brains fried some more, but she seemed different - more vacant, less focused. I couldn't tell if it was what they meant to do to her or if she was just starting to break down under the strain. No matter, Maxi, I'm springing you out of here!

I sure didn't want to keep my appointment in the Blue Room, so I made my move. "Max," I hissed. No response. I looked at her: she was totally on autopilot. I wondered if she was even blinking those doe eyes. I moved into her path to block her. "Max!"

She stopped, but looked right through me. "Max, I have to go to the armory real quick and swap out one of my pistols. Come with?"

Max focused on me, with effort. "We must go to the Blue Room. We need our treatment." The way she said "need" gave me goosebumps.

"And we will. But I have to get a new gun, and I get lost in this place sometimes. I need you," I begged, playing up to the Big Sis programming that everyone seemed to feel was necessary to keep me in check.

She frowned. "All right, but be quick." I could tell she was just going along with me to get to the Blue Room quicker - Max knew what a pain I could be when I wanted.

I didn't give a shit about the armory; I was just trying to find a relatively private place for a few minutes. It didn't take long to spot an empty office. Without warning, I grabbed Max's wrist and pulled her inside, pushing the door shut with my back.

Luckily, Max was more confused than angry. "Akiko, what are you doing? We have to get to the Blue Room."

"Poor horny Max," I soothed, "I've got something better than that." And before she could give me any lip about it, I shoved my little canister of hypno-aerosol in her face and sprayed her a good one.

"Uh!" she gasped, as I put a few feet between myself and the cloud of mind-melting mist around Max. She coughed and jammed her fists into her eyes, but there wasn't a lot of fight in her. Slowly, she lowered her hands from her face, and I watched her lids twitch around the whites of her eyes. Before the cloud of spray had even dispersed, she slipped to her knees, let out another feeble moan, then collapsed, legs splayed out awkwardly.

"Max, I know you can hear me, so just listen." I crouched down next to her, took her hand. "I'm in control of you now, 'kay?"

She shook her head weakly, eyes shut. "N-no. Not you. I have to control you," she protested. "'Posed to take you to the…"

"Yeah yeah, to the Blue Room," I finished for her. "The Blue Room is wack, this whole place is wack, and I am commanding you to leave with me right now."

She frowned. "Noooo."

I didn't have time for this, so I misted her again. "Max, I'm in control of you now. Stop resisting me."

She inhaled sharply, taking in even more spray. Her eyes fluttered open, and though she was looking about three light-years over my shoulder, I could tell she was paying attention now. "What can I do for you, Akiko?"

I was a little overwhelmed with how cute she was, right then. "Well for starters you can kiss me, homegirl."

So, Max in tow, I made a beeline for the elevator back up to the spa. No one tried to stop us until we got to the last security checkpoint. A couple of suits in Raybans were waiting for us. "Just a moment please," one of them said, raising a hand.

A voice boomed out of the intercom overhead. "Stop them." It was the Chairman. I guess he wasn't so distracted by my feminine wiles as to leave us unmonitored. Both goons made to reach for their pistols, but I was way ahead of them. I pulled my Glocks and wasted them, then grabbed Max and headed for the elevator. Lucky for us, it was on the right floor.

As we waited to reach the spa, I bounced on my heels nervously, watching Max out of the corner of my eye. She seemed weak as a kitten, and it was all she could do to keep up with me. And we still had to get to the parking deck.

A chime sounded when we reached the right floor, and the doors opened to reveal the poolroom, still in a state of repair after our last visit. I hadn't even taken a step forward when a strong, suntanned arm reached in and yanked me out. As I stumbled to regain my balance, a blow struck me on the neck and I went down hard. My guns skittered across the pool deck.

"Hey, why don't you join us," a familiar voice invited, as a foot cracked down on my spine. "Maybe swim a few laps?"

I hurt, but not enough to stay down. Rolling onto my back, I snapped my legs into the air and sprang to my feet. I'd placed the voice correctly; it was my pal Ken, surrounded by his bronzed Californian friends. A couple of pool cuties were busy grabbing Max.

"Thanks, but we can't stay," I said, circling him. He grinned at me and assumed a boxing stance. He was overly eager and made the first move, but this time I was ready for him. I traced a foot in a graceful arc across and under his feet, knocking him on his ass. Then I followed through by dropping onto his larynx with my elbow, Smackdown style. Sorry, Barbie.

A crush of operatives in swimsuits moved in quickly to encircle me. The remaining pair was busy hustling my partner back into the elevator. "Max!" I yelled desperately, "Stay with me!" Then the doors closed, and she was gone.

"Fuck!" I screamed, as a half-dozen people started to attack me. I grabbed the first pair of arms to get in my space, and luckily they belonged to two different ladies. Slamming them together, I caused their skulls to meet in a most satisfying way. They had funny expressions on their faces as they slumped to the floor. I could've sworn I saw little cartoon stars and birds orbiting their heads. But there were more attackers behind me, so I did a nice little flip over the stunned girls, then planted myself in front of the elevator. It was a bad place to be, tactically, but I had to risk it if I wanted to go after Max again.

The next girl was much more of a problem: she decked me a few good ones before I even noticed that her hands were moving, and it took all of my concentration to fend her off. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a Latino chick raise something big over her head, as the first girl swung toward my head. I chose to deflect what was now recognizable as a flowerpot veering toward my skull, and took the full force of the judo chop. I slammed into the elevator doors, then watched my vision tunnel as I slid to my knees. It wasn't looking good for me.

"Get her up, Amber!" the Latino girl was saying, and I felt myself hoisted to my feet.

"Jesus, she's a hellcat!" Amber spat. "Fucking bitch!" And she punched me in the chops to make her feelings crystal clear. Before I could visit the floor again, she tossed me over her shoulder and rang for the elevator.

"I sure am glad I get paid for this," the Latino girl remarked, nursing her wrist. "Look what she did to Letitia and Anya!" I couldn't really look because my nose was jammed into the small of Amber's back.

"Honestly, I don't know why the boss bothers with these mind control escapades," Amber opined. "Seems a lot easier just to hire good help."

"What's holding up the fucking elevator?"

As if on cue, the chime sounded. I heard the doors open and waited to be hauled back down to the Blue Room again. Instead, I heard the distinctive sound of a silenced pistol and the muted grunt of the Latino girl, followed by a plop.

"Hey, hold up a sec…"Amber warned.

"Put her down," I heard Max say, deadly serious.

I was quickly restored to my feet, and I struggled to stay there as Amber backed away from me slowly. Max motioned to the elevator with her pistol. "Get in there."

"Cool. Cool." Amber backed inside. She was even so helpful as to quickly punch the button that closed the doors, to speed herself on her way.

I was aware of Max hovering next to me, so I stopped checking out my tenderized head to look at her. She still had the air of a pod person, but her jaw stuck out firmly. She offered her arm in support.

Five minutes ago she'd seemed barely able to walk, now she was helping me step around the KO'd cuties toward the lobby. Oh well, as long as one of us can deal.

As if reading my mind, Max offered, "Your last command. 'Stay with me'. I had to obey it, and the more I did, the more I realized how much trouble you were in." She looked at her hands. "We don't have long before that spray of yours wears off. Oh. 'Scuse me a minute, please." I was dimly aware of more opposition as we made our way to the parking deck, but Max made short work of the remaining hostiles.

I had the presence of mind to stop her when we reached her Blazer, and activate the transceiver in my Badtz Maru watch. "Keeley. We're clear."

"Excellent," her voice crackled back. "Give Max my regards. After you haul ass out of there."

I looked at Max. "Can you drive?"

Max responded by pushing me into the passenger seat. "I got it."

As she started the engine, I could hear helicopters converging on the spa.

"So what did we learn, Akiko?" Keeley asked breezily. Max and I were hanging out in Keeley's office, informally shooting the shit after lots of report writing, de-briefing and de-programming, in Max's case. Finally, I was back at Nepthys headquarters.

Remembering my very first visit to Soporo Health Spa, I postulated, "Never go into a potentially hazardous situation without calling in first. I am not Supergirl." Keeley smiled approvingly. "Although I do kick much ass, if I don't say so."

Her smile turned to a mixture of resigned exasperation and undisguised lust, before quickly fading into her usual, businesslike mask. "Just please save us all a lot of… headache, and remember procedure from now on."

"Anything else?" Max asked me.

"Beg pardon?"

"Did you learn anything else?" she repeated coyly.

"Well, there was maybe one other thing…"

Two pairs of expectant eyes waited for my answer.

"Girls smell good," I declared. Much giggling ensued, as I wondered how to manage this major new intersection of my personal and professional lives.