Discovery and Revelation of Nikki Taylor (for Nikki Taylor)

niellwyn · Mon Sep 28, 2009 7:47 pm

Penelope Meyer, Reserve Lieutenant of the ADD Intelligence division, stared down her commander as she stood before his desk. The surface of her artificial eyes threw off violet sparks from the light overhead as she confronted his earnest, smiling face. Regarding his peppery black hair and crisp black uniform she nearly lost her composure, and only the risk she was facing kept her from sneering.

The increasingly tenuous authority the ADD wielded due to the rise of the Alliance had forced a shift in regulations. Personnel that had formerly been unacceptable were now required, males among them. Pragmatically, the new policies made sense; the bulk of the ADD had been civilian females from Shokushu upon induction, and the agency had always suffered from a lack of trained professionals. Still, Penelope rankled at the necessity. Males, after all, were the ones responsible for negotiating the Shokushu program, and for interstellar human trafficking in general. Active Major Tsun Lo quirked a thin eyebrow at his subordinate, unashamedly examining her slim figure and youthful face. His subtle leer reminded her of similar, malicious expressions given to her countless times by the horrifying creatures that frequented Shokushu. She pressed her lips into a hard line, even as her thighs quivered from remembered lust. Major Lo’s grin only widened upon perceiving a hint of red in her face. Nothing would make Penelope happier than shooting the senior officer in his mouth. Instead, she stepped forward briskly and spoke.

“Sir?” she enunciated with an impatient edge to her tone.

“Yes, Lieutenant?”

“Sir, I would like to request permission to take a week of leave.”

* * * * *

Days later, after suffering a smug and flippant interrogation from Major Lo before being granted R&R, she was light years distant on firm, foreign soil, confronting another person entirely. Female, petite, and fair, this other was by no means imposing, but appeared rather helpless, clad in a short pink dress with a ruffled hemline. Nonetheless, Penelope’s arms ached from tension, and the heart rate display floating in her vision registered well above normal. The little slip of a woman regarded Penelope brightly, completely at ease, even friendly.

“Salutations sister! Such a splendid sphere to make a rendezvous isn’t it?” the small woman inquired, tilting her head and indicating the tawny beach with its filigree of sea foam. “I particularly like the verdant green of sky. And feel that fresh breeze? There’s such a rich saturation of oxygen on this planet, it makes me giddy!” She giggled, as if to confirm her statement.

“I’d….I’d prefer if you..uh…d-didn’t call me sister.” Penelope pushed the words past faltering lips. “I have what you wanted….Natsuki.” Natsuki pouted, sighing, and closed the distance between them.

“Still so wary, after all this time, Penelope?” Natsuki asked mournfully, lightly touching the other woman’s wrist and eliciting a shiver from her. “Fine. The information then, and I’ll release you from your addiction to me.” A small silver cylinder was transferred into Natsuki’s hands, and she peered down one end. “You’ve collected less than three thousand profiles.”

“I’m sorry Natsuki, my clearance is limited. Its all I could acquire for you.” The agent gulped, heart thumping beneath the warmth of her breasts. A redness crept into Penelope’s skin, unbidden, and she felt the hard throb of excitement in her stomach. Being so close to Natsuki was always torture, inundating her with carnal awareness, and the reckless craving that the fragile girl had implanted in her with her seed. Irresistibly, her hand found its way to the sweet, hot crease of her sex, delving beneath the waistband of her skirt to stroke herself into feverish need. As Penelope was thus engaged, the cool glass of a vial shocked the skin of her other hand.

“There’s the antidote, lest you forget why you’re here.” Natsuki said.

“Thank you Natsuki. I mean….” Whatever Penelope meant to say was occluded by a ragged moan as Natsuki’s breath fluttered over the sides of her neck. The agent’s eyes grew half lidded, and she sank to her knees in the alien sands.

“There there, sweet sister. It’s not your fault you feel this way. I’ll indulge you one last time before we part. Would that satisfy you?” A sprinkling of tears darkened spots on the beach as Penelope sobbed and nodded, lifting Natsuki’s skirt and enfolding the swelling bud secreted beneath in her mouth. As Natsuki’s pearl began to lengthen and grow from the other woman’s attentions, she lifted the datatube to her eye and began to sift through the personnel files that her enslaved agent had assembled for her. The sensation of tongue and lips around her ever hardening phallus made perusing the list of female dossiers a breathtaking pastime, and one agent after another flitted past her vision in a prurient haze, until all at once her insides clenched and her breath quickened. The sight of her was fantastic. Dark complexion contrasting with pale, glossy hair, bespectacled and alluring, the newest vision entranced her. Natsuki began to avidly read the profile, learning that the woman’s name was Nikki Taylor, along with all the other sundry details of temperament and history that the ADD could supply. At long last, Natsuki’s vicarious love affair reached a sudden peak and she released herself into the waiting flesh of Nikki.

Only after Penelope had drank deeply of her companion and withdrawn her sticky mouth did Natsuki remember the agent who was now panting on her back with strands of milky fluid running down her chin. The glistening dunes shifted under Natsuki’s footsteps, and the data cylinder dropped onto Penelope’s soiled chest.

“One last thing precious Penelope…tell me where I can find that woman.”

Discovery and Revelation of Nikki Taylor (for Nikki Taylor)

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