Signs
Chapter 26 — Knocked Off Track
Angelina didn’t have to ask Tara what was on her mind. All she had to do was to look and to see and she didn’t like what she saw there.
In Tara’s mind, Sage was on her back with her legs spread and Tara was there between her legs. This was a recent memory, Angelina knew, probably just this very morning, probably just hours before Tara had come here. Angelina shook her head even as the memory played itself out in her head. What the hell was wrong with the girl? Didn’t Sage know that she’d find this memory?
Angelina shook her head again. There was no doubt about it. Sage was becoming a T1, and with it came the inevitable feelings of superiority but she was supposed to be hunting T1s. She, of all people, should know better.
The memory continued to play itself out in Tara’s mind and Angelina sighed as she went along for the ride.
Sage was on her back with Tara kneeling between her legs. There was no doubt what Tara wanted but Sage wasn’t letting her have it. “Tell me what you are,” Sage said again.
“I’m your slave,” Tara said.
“If you’re my slave, then you must want to please me,” Sage teased.
Tara knew that Sage already knew the answer to that. “I do want to please you.”
“Yeah,” Sage teased. “Then show me. Show me how.”
From her place inside Tara’s mind, Angelina had no choice but to watch as the agent she’d trained let her mouth slide down between Sage’s legs.
There was no doubt about it, Angelina thought. This was a scene that had been re-enacted many, many times before and if something were not done to stop it, this was a scene that would be re-enacted over and over again.
Sage moaned as Tara’s tongue easily slipped between her lips and she moaned even louder as that tongue caught her clit. “Oh geez,” she moaned. “Oh yes, you like that, don’t you.”
Of course, she did, Angelina thought. Hell, she could feel Tara’s endorphins surge just from the memory of what she did. Hell, she lived for this kind of stuff, and Sage knew it.
“Oh geez,” Sage moaned. “Oh geez, yeah, that’s it. Lick me there. Make me cum.”
She certainly was doing that, Angelina thought.
“Fuck,” Sage moaned, and then she moaned again, and from her place inside Tara’s mind, Angelina knew. She could feel the other girl’s pussy clench and she could feel the other girl’s body quiver as it finally took hold of her.
Angelina pulled back. It had been a cursory examination and a routine one. She did it with all her agents. Just a peek inside their heads every now and then, just to make sure they hadn’t been corrupted, and this was what she’d found inside Taurus’s head. This was on the very surface of her thinking.
Tara’d been compromised. There was no doubt about that, and it had been another team member that had done it. Damn. Just when things were starting to get better, and now this. Angelina looked at Tara. “You can go,” she said.
Tara obediently got up and walked out and Angelina couldn’t help but wonder if the girl even knew what it was that Angelina had seen.
Angelina drummed her fingers against the table top before she finally picked up the phone. It was Cassie that answered. “I want to talk to Sage,” she told her underling. “Get her in here, now!”
“Right away,” Cassie answered. Indeed, Angelina would have been surprised if she’d answered any other way, but then Cassie was one of her people.
But then Tara was supposed to be one of her people, too.
Sage arrived within the hour and she was led into Angelina’s office. “I’ve been hearing some interesting things about you,” Angelina said.
“Yeah, like what?”
Belligerence? That wasn’t expected. “Like you’ve been controlling other people.”
“Me? Isn’t that what we’re supposed to be fighting?”
She might have sounded more convincing Angelina said if she’d managed to hide that smirk. She’d almost done it but almost was not the same thing as actually doing it.
“What’s gotten into you, Sage?”
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“Come on. Of course you do. You’ve been running rough shod all over Tara.”
“She likes it.”
“You’re acting like a T1.”
“Am I now?”
“Yes, you are, so I’m going to ask you again. What’s gotten in to you?”
The young woman just snorted. “What’s the matter? Why don’t you just look in my mind and figure it out for yourself. Or maybe you think you can just look inside my mind and strip away everything I am.”
“That’s not the way I work and you know it.”
“Yeah right. You want to be Miss High and Mighty. You want to say you wouldn’t do something because it wouldn’t be ethical but we both know that when push comes to shove, you’ve got no problems messing around inside someone else’s mind.”
Angelina toyed with the idea. After all, Sage really was being irrational and it would be a quick way of getting what she wanted but almost as quickly as the idea had entered her mind, she vetoed it. There had to be another way of getting what she wanted.
“What’s the matter,” Sage taunted her. “Don’t tell me the big, bad Angelina is afraid of little, old me.”
Angelina smiled. “I’m not afraid of you.”
“No? I say maybe you are. I think maybe you’re afraid that one of your so-called students might be better than you. I think you’re afraid that if you gave me half a chance, I’d fuck you up.”
Angelina smiled again. “I’m not afraid of that.”
“Yeah? Then what are you afraid of?”
“That’s none of your business.”
“Oh ho. So now we get right down to it. You are afraid, aren’t you.”
“A reasonable person is afraid of something.”
“So what are you afraid of? You ever wonder if maybe you backed the wrong side. Your kids are getting picked off one by one. You ever afraid of what happens when they’re all gone and you’re all alone? Maybe you’re afraid because you’d get beat if you did the dirty work yourself so instead, you got these kids to do it for you. Does that ever worry you, that they’re sacrificing it all and you’re giving up nothing?”
Angelina said nothing.
“It’s got to be so hard on you when you could have been one of us, even you could have had your pussy licked like I have, when you could have been one of the chosen few like me.”
Angelina just smiled. “You were chosen,” she said, “but not necessarily for the reason you thought.”
“Maybe but at least I know something you don’t. I know who our leader is and that has to burn your butt, doesn’t it? That I know something you don’t?”
Angelina’s mind struck out.
It took you long enough.
Those were the words Angelina heard. Actually, heard wasn’t exactly the right word as those words were buzzing around inside her head, but heard was the best word to describe what happened to her.
Rather than being inside Sage’s mind, Angelina found herself in a darkened room. There was absolutely no light and no indication which way to go if she wanted to get out.
It took you long enough, the voice said again.
Who are you, Angelina asked.
There was a laugh. You should know me, the voice said. You’ve been hunting me long enough.
You’re one of them.
Another laugh. Not just one of them. I am them.
But how?
Yet another laugh. It was easy. This slut came to us. She thought she could be one of us but we broke her just for the fun of it, and then we used her body and her mind to infiltrate your organization. She was so willing to give us everything we wanted.
Is she still alive?
Another laugh. It depends on what you mean by still alive. Would you like to see her?
Yes.
There was a momentary break in the darkness and in that moment, Angelina saw a girl. Her hands were bound and were tied over her head and even though Angelina wasn’t sure how she knew it, she knew the girl was orgasming over and over again.
The light went out and once again, Angelina was left in the dark. What do you want with me?
There was no laugh this time. That is the question, isn’t it? I suppose it’s fair to say I would have liked to have had you submit yourself to me but seeing as how that’s not all that likely to happen, I suppose the next best outcome would be to destroy you.
You’ll find I’m not that easy to destroy, Angelina said.
Ordinarily no, but you don’t know your way out of here, do you? Go ahead and look. I’ll wait.
Angelina looked but the voice was right. Wherever she was was completely dark and Angelina couldn’t find her way out.
Still here, I see, the voice said.
You know I am, Angelina said warily. What do you want with me.
I told you. I want to destroy you.
Angelina said nothing.
I bet you’re wondering how I’m going to do that, aren’t you.
Angelina still said nothing.
I’m going to destroy you with sex, the voice said. I’m going to make you want sex and I’m going to make you want it all the time.
And still, Angelina said nothing.
You can feel it even now. Search inside yourself and you can feel it even now.
Reluctantly, Angelina looked back in herself and the voice was right. There was something new that hadn’t been there before. It was like a cancer and it was a part of her.
You know it’s there, the voice said, and you know you can’t do anything about it. It’s a part of you and it’s becoming even more and more a part of you even as we speak.
Angelina couldn’t help but watch that new part of her. The voice was right. It was growing and it was becoming stronger.
That new part of you wants nothing more than to be pleasured sexually. That’s all it wants. It wants to be pleasured. That’s all it wants.
Angelina didn’t have to look at that new part of her to know what the voice was saying was true. She knew what she needed. She needed to be pleasured. She needed to be pleasured sexually.
It continues to grow and the more it grows, the more dominant it becomes. You need sex. You need it all the time.
She needed sex, Angelina told herself. She needed it all the time.
You will use anyone you need to to satisfy your urges. No one is safe around you. You will rape their minds and turn them into your love toys. Your closest friends and acquaintances are especially vulnerable but your needs come first. If you have to, you will use them in whatever way you see fit.
Angelina could feel it. Her needs. She needed to cum. She needed it bad. She was going to have to find someone to help her out. It might not be fair to them but it didn’t really matter. Her needs came first.
It’s getting so hard to think now. That is, it’s getting so hard to think about anything but sex. You know what you want and you know it’s always on your mind.
Damn, she needed to be fucked. She wandered who she was going to get to fuck her next.
Just remember. Be true to yourself. Be true to what you now are, and with that, the darkness came to an end as quickly as it had started.
Angelina was horny. She needed someone to come and take care of her pussy. She knew she could do it herself but she also knew it was better if someone else did the work.
Angelina would always be horny. She wasn’t sure exactly what it was that had been done to her but she knew she’d been changed. She was horny and she always would be and she could live with that. She was going to have to, she told herself. After all, there was no going back to the way she once was.
The girl, Sage, was still there in the room. She was passed out but considering what Angelina now needed, this girl would be as good as any to give her what she needed but when she tried to rouse her, the girl wouldn’t wake.
Angelina tried again and again the girl wouldn’t wake.
Something was wrong with her, Angelina thought. Something was wrong. Someone should be called, her mind said feebly. She needed medical attention, only ... only her needs came first. What really needed attention was the place between her legs.
Cassie and Sasha were always around, sometimes not at the same time, but at least one of them was always on site. Often, it was one or the other of them that dealt with the team members except in times like this when Angelina dealt with them personally.
Once again, Angelina picked up her phone. Once again, it was Cassie that answered. “Could you come here,” Angelina asked.
“Of course,” Cassie answered. “Right away.”
Angelina waited impatiently. It seemed like it was taking forever for Cassie to get there when in point of fact, it took only a couple of minutes.
“You wanted to see me,” Cassie asked when she finally arrived.
“Yeah, I wanted to see you,” Angelina said. “I want you to eat my pussy, slut.”
“Excuse me?”
It was the wrong thing to say because as pent up as Angelina’s need was, the last thing she needed was for anyone to say anything else other than yes. Her mind struck without warning and in moments, where Cassie had been a fully functioning person just moments before, now what stood before her was an empty husk just waiting to be told what to do.
“I told you, I want you to eat my pussy out, slut.”
“Yes, of course,” Cassie responded mechanically. “It would be my pleasure. I want to eat your pussy.
“Take off your clothes, slut.”
“Yes, of course,” Cassie responded and her clothes quickly dropped away.
Sage was still passed out but Angelina didn’t care. There was only one thing that mattered anymore and that was her pussy. She took off her skirt and her panties and then she leaned back against the table as she faced the chair where she’d been sitting. She pointed at the chair and she looked back at Cassie. “Sit there,” she ordered.
Cassie sat.
Angelina put her feet on the arms of the chair and her finger stroked her pussy. “I think you know what I want you to do with this,” she said.
Cassie knew and in moments, the now mindless woman was sliding in between her mistress’s legs and she was running her tongue over her mistress’s pussy.
“Oh yeah,” Angelina moaned. Oh yeah. That was it. Oh yeah. She needed to have her pussy licked.
She looked down at the pretty, little obedient blond and she moaned again. Maybe it was wrong, she told herself. Maybe it was wrong to do what she did, but her needs came first.
Her needs would always come first.
And besides, the blond really was a good, little pussy licker. Angelina stroked her hair as the girl ate her cunt. Cassie was passive enough and docile enough, but oddly, it seemed as if there was something missing.
Angelina moaned. Well, maybe not, she thought. Sure Cassie’d done it better in the past, but there was no doubt she was also doing it now. So why wasn’t she doing it right? Why wasn’t she doing as well as she’d done in the past.
Angelina moaned again. It didn’t matter. Not really. Cassie just needed to lick her pussy.
Angelina moaned yet again.
Fuck it, she told herself. It didn’t really matter. The little bitch was going to make her cum and that was what mattered. “Eat it,” she told the girl. “Eat it. Work the clit. Oh geez. Eat my pussy. Work the clit.”
The blond’s tongue worked the clit and Angelina moaned all over again. Oh geez, that was more like it.
“Oh fuck, do it. Work the clit. Work the clit. Oh geez—”
Angelina moaned and she moaned again and then she was crying out as it finally overtook her.
“Yes,” she cried out even as that tongue continued to stroke her. “Yes. Yes. Yes.”
Angelina shuddered as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through her. This was what she needed, she told herself. This was what she totally fucking needed.
Only—
Only what?
Angelina wasn’t sure. She was looking down at the blond whose tongue was still lapping away at her pussy and she couldn’t help but feel revulsion at what she’d done. She’d drained this woman. She’d taken away her mind. How could she have done such a thing.
The problem was she knew how. It was her pussy. Her pussy needed attention and she wasn’t about to let some little twit stand in the way of what she needed.
But she wasn’t a twit, Angelina argued back.
She hadn’t been one before, but she was one now. Stupid, little twit, and geez, her tongue was getting her wet again. She needed ... she needed to cum again.
She looked down at the blond between her legs. But not like this, she told herself. What she needed was a cock.
But still, that didn’t mean the little twit couldn’t be of service. “Stop what you’re doing,” Angelina ordered.
Cassie stopped.
“Stand up,” Angelina ordered and again, the blond did as she was told.
“Follow me,” Angelina ordered.
They had a storeroom in the back where they put some of the crap her teams had picked up. Angelina had never understood why her people did it. As far as she was concerned, pick up the T1s and bring them back. There really wasn’t any need for trophy hunting and finally, it seemed, finally, her teams seemed to be getting the message but there was still a room in the back that she’d been meaning to have Cassie or Sasha clean out for her.
But the room hadn’t been cleaned out and all of the junk was still there.
It took her a couple of minutes to find it but find it she did. She handed a collar to the still naked Cassie. “Here. Put this on.”
Cassie put the collar on.
“You’re nothing but my little pet now,” she said even as she snapped a leash onto the collar and even as she did, her mind imposed those beliefs on her friend. She knew it was wrong, but she just couldn’t help herself. She had to do what she had to do.
Cassie’s new reality was already asserting itself on her. She was a pet and that’s all she was.
She felt the need to drop to her hands and knees. She wasn’t sure if that was what was wanted of her but she knew she wanted to be subservient and pets, she thought, should be on their hands and knees.
“Follow me.”
Cassie followed her mistress back out into the office.
“I need a cock,” Angelina told her pet, “and I want you to get one for me.”
Cassie didn’t know it but a new reality was being created inside her. Her previous life, everything that she was, that was all gone. She was a barely domesticated animal. She was a bitch in heat. It seemed like she was always in heat. She was a pet as long as she was on her leash, but let her off leash, and she’d show her mistress what she really was. She was a huntress who needed to fuck and just to show her mistress what she was, she’d bring her prey back and she’d drop him off on her doorstep.
She barely noticed the leash being unclipped. The collar, of course, would stay in place. After all, it wasn’t her place to take that off, but she was off the leash and that meant she was free to hunt.
She wouldn’t have bothered to put her clothes on if her mistress hadn’t told her to do it. She didn’t need clothes to hunt. In fact, she thought clothes only got in the way. She looked sleeker and more lethal without any clothes.
But that choice wasn’t up to her so she put her clothes on like her mistress had told her to do.
Her job was to find a cock to fuck.
His name was Michael Robinson. It wasn’t really lunch time yet but that hadn’t stopped him from taking off early. Hell, if he waited until noon, he’d have to deal with all the crowds out there but it was barely past eleven. No crowds meant quick service.
And besides, it wasn’t like there was no one out at this time of day. He’d brought his sandwich out to a table in front of the cafe so he could watch the others going by. There were guys making deliveries. There were people in cars. There were people moving from place to place. And there was the blond.
She was hot. Maybe not model hot, but close enough, and besides, he didn’t like the models he saw on TV. Too tall, he thought. And too bitchy, sometimes. And let’s face it, too unavailable.
For that matter, the same was probably true of the blond, too. Not the rest of it, he thought, but she was hot. Probably had a boyfriend, he thought, which meant she was probably unavailable, too.
Still, there was no harm in looking.
She’d seen him. Normally, he would have looked away and pretended that he wasn’t watching, but this time, he didn’t. There was something about the blond, something that seemed to tell him that she didn’t much care whether he was watching her or not.
And now she was coming straight at him. The blond stuck out her hand. “Hi,” she said.
Michael took her hand. “Hi.”
“Mind if I sit here,” the blond asked.
Michael looked at the empty seat. “Sure,” he said. “Go ahead.”
The blond sat down next to the man. “Whatcha doing,” she asked.
Michael looked down at his half eaten sandwich. “I’m having lunch,” he said.
The blond scooted her chair closer. “I can see that,” she said. “I suppose I should have asked what are you doing after.”
“After what?”
“After you’re done eating lunch.”
“I guess I’m going back to work.”
The blond slid her chair even closer and that’s when she slid a hand under the table. “You want to do something else?”
Whoa, Michael thought, and yet just having her hand where it was was enough to get his cock hard.
“What about it,” the girl asked again. “Want to do something else?”
“I ... I got to get back to work.”
“Aw-w-w-w. But you don’t have to do it right away, do you?”
What, the man thought. No. He had to get back to work, but what the hell. He could feel what the blond was doing, and ... and what the hell was she doing?
“You’re already on a break,” the blond said. “Couldn’t you make it a little longer.”
“I ... no ... I mean, I shouldn’t.”
“But you could.”
“Yeah, I guess.”
“Good. ‘Cause I want you to come with me.”
“Come with you where?”
“I want you to come back and fuck me.”
Okay, even with what her hand was doing, Michael had hardly expected that. “You want me to do what?”
“I want you to come back and fuck me.”
There was something wrong here, Michael thought. “Do you do this a lot,” the man asked.
“Do what?”
“Pick up guys you don’t even know and ask them to fuck you?”
“Only the cute ones.”
Okay, there was definitely something wrong with that. Michael knew it and yet he was having a hard time telling himself that.
“Come on,” the girl said. “I want to fuck.”
And still Michael hesitated.
“We can have you back to work whenever you want,” the blond promised, “but the sooner we get going, the sooner we can get you back to work.”
He should have said no, Michael told himself. He should have said no, but instead, he said yes.
The blond said she knew a place where they could go. She said it was a place nearby. Michael Robinson thought nothing of it. He just let the girl lead the way.
It was a business, or at least that’s what it looked like from the outside although there were no signs out front to say exactly what it was and there was no obvious indication as to exactly what it did. “You want to go here,” Michael said dubiously.
“This is where I work,” the blond said.
“Yeah but—”
“Don’t worry about it,” the blond said. “My boss is totally cool with my bringing guys back to fuck.”
This was weird, Michael kept telling himself. This was really, really weird.
“Come on,” the blond said. “What are you waiting for? You do want to fuck me, don’t you?”
“Yeah but—”
“Come on.”
Angelina sensed Cassie’s return and she had a cock with her. Good girl, Angelina thought. And there was Cassie taking the man to her desk and there was Cassie pulling up her skirt and then there was Cassie telling the man to take down her panties. Very good girl.
Oh geez, the man had a big cock. He was taking it down and then he was coming up behind the blond. He was almost there. He almost had his cock inside her.
Angelina didn’t have to be there to know that it had happened. She could sense it in Cassie’s mind when the man finally entered her. Oh yeah, Cassie had done a very good job.
It was time.
Michael still had Cassie bent over the desk when Angelina made her entrance. “Well now,” she said. “What have we here?”
The man would have pulled out if Angelina had let him but she didn’t let him.
“Are you fucking my assistant,” Angelina asked.
“He certainly is,” Cassie chirped.
“You know, we have a new rule around here,” Angelina said. “Whatever the assistant gets, the boss gets, too.”
Michael might have objected if Angelina had let him but the truth was she never gave him the choice.
Angelina took off her clothes and she rubbed her pussy. “How about me,” she pouted.
As if Michael ever had a choice in the matter. Even before he turned to look at her, he was going to fuck her, and he did. He pushed her down next to Cassie and in the next minute, he was driving his cock between her legs.
It was incredible. She couldn’t help but moan as she felt that cock slide inside her but the thing was, she needed more.
Of course, he was fucking her harder. He couldn’t have stopped even if he’d tried.
He was going to cum. She knew she needed that. She needed to feel him cum.
The man groaned and she felt it. She could feel him filling her up and for the moment at least, sanity returned to her. For the moment at least, she realized what she’d done, and for the moment at least, she felt intense guilt at what she’d done, but the worst part, she knew, was that it wouldn’t be all that long before she needed this again and then the process would start all over again.