Authors: JL Oiler
“You’re sexy as hell,” he told her
after finally releasing her mouth.
Sliding to his knees on the floor
before her, John winked as he slid her panties down past her knees and then off
one leg followed by the other.
Gripping
both her knees, he pushed them wide, providing a clear view of her
neatly trimmed
pussy.
He used his tongue to lick her cunt
from its entrance up to polish the pearl of her clitoris.
John
gripped her tightly, both hands digging into the flesh of her
hips to keep her still as he maintained a deliberately slow pace. He savored
her flavor while using his tongue to explore her from inner lips to her outer
labia. Once he sampled her fully,
John
used
his fingers to spread her wide.
Pulling
the
swollen
nub
into his mouth,
John
sucked and released repeatedly
in rapid succession while
slid
ing
three fingers of one hand into her hot cunt, fucking them in and out of her
until
Thorn
began to buck and g
rind herself against his mouth as she
covered her mouth with a hand, hoping to muffle the loud moans
.
When Thorn reached her free hand down to grip his head
tightly
,
John
slide two of his wet fingers across her perineum then
forced them past the tight muscles of her ass.
“Oh god, Oh god,” Thorn began to moan
loudly as her legs trembled.
Hot cream shot from her cunt causing
John to suck her into his mouth as fully as possible so he could drink the
results of his efforts while adding another finger to the tight star of her
ass. He loved the taste of her on his lips, the sound of her cries and the
tightening of her backside. John could hardly wait to bury himself balls deep
into one side or the other.
John reached down and used the cloth
to pull Thorn up to him, picking her up and moving so that her back was now
against the wall, her legs raped around his waist. He stood between her spread
thighs, supporting her weight, his throbbing cock gripped in one hand as he
guided it against her trembling opening. He wanted to push inside her and ride
her hard until he came. However, he wanted something else as well. John wanted,
no needed, to see Thorn submissive to his beast, to know she understood she was
his and his alone.
Stepping away from the wall and
moving back to his bed,
he
twisted
Thorn
’s pliant frame so that she
sat on all fours
with her back to him and her hands
gripping the top of the headboard
.
He
might have to pay replacement cost for this bed, he thought to himself, but it
would be worth it.
John
smiled wide as he slapped her hard across the rear and she
turned her face to look at him through eyes still hooded from her release
minutes earlier. He wanted her to see him
take
her,
to know that he found pleasure in the act.
Thrusting hard, he entered her
wet cunt
with one powerful
drive
that left him buried to the hilt as she cried out.
“Relax love,
I’m just getting started
,” he whispered hoarsely as his eyes
locked with her hers and she began to writhe slightly.
John
began to pump in and out of her, his pace measured and
steady as she thrashed in an attempt to take him faster
.
Slapping
her soft, round bottom hard, he chuckled at her. “I set the pace,” he reminded
her as he slowed even more.
“Please,” Thorn begged, looking back
at him with a look of desperation.
He slapped her ass again before
leaning over her body and pushing her shoulders and head down to the pillow.
Sliding his hands along her shoulders then around to squeeze and mold her breasts,
he continued his leisurely pace, loving her gentle moans and whimpers. John
moved his hands further down her body until he rested on her hips. Then he buried
his fingers into her flesh and began pounding madly into her as he allowed his
beast to come forward so he growled and grunted with each slap of his body
against hers.
“Mine,” he roared through clenched
teeth while grabbing her by the hair and jerking her upper body forward.
She screamed as her orgasm shook her
body, but he continued to hammer his cock deep into Thorn's supple frame giving
her every inch she could take. Sliding his hand around her front, he buried his
fingers into her dripping folds, rubbing her clit and spurring another cry from
her lovely lips.
John was so close to his own release that
his head began to cloud driving all thought of control from his mind. He howled
loud as he felt the muscles in his body stiffen and then he bit down into the
throbbing vessel of her neck as he spilled his seed deep inside Thorn.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Thorn awoke snuggled tightly against
John, his strong arms cradling her to him. Twisting just a bit, she saw him
smile. How long had he laid there watching her sleep? She felt deliciously sore
and satisfied to the point Thorn thought she might actually start to purr.
“Did you sleep well?” John asked, kissing
the curve of her shoulder.
Thorn thought he’d bit her there last
night but now as he pressed his lips gently against her skin, she saw no sign
of any bite.
“Wonderfully,” she replied with a
crooked smile. “How are you feeling?”
“Good enough that I think we’d better
get up or I’ll spend the next week seeing how many times I can have you scream
my name,” John informed her as he reached to give her breast a soft squeeze
before sitting up.
Several disgruntle minutes
later,
Thorn slipped on her shoes and joined John in the
dayroom. He’d
went
to gather the rest of his team so
they could finally discover what information they’d conveniently been denied.
Every man in the room with the exception of
Beamer,
turned and gave her a shit-eating grin as she stepped from John’s room.
Evidently, the sound of their extracurricular activity had spilled over into
the last night.
“Are you girls gonna stand around all
day snickering or are we going to go see what the hell’s going on?” She asked,
placing her hands on the flare of her hips.
“Yes Ma'am,” Bell said, snapping to
attention and making her giggle.
****
Everyone filed into the conference
room. John kept Thorn close at his side, uncertain why he’d felt as though he
needed to keep her safe even here in the Nest. The whole place had a different
sort of feel since the discovery of the doctor’s deception. How far did this
ruse go? Who exactly was involved? John certainly hope the General had gotten
to the bottom of all this.
“Bell, close the door please,” General
Striate ordered as the virtual screen sprung to life delivering images of
several soldier in desert uniforms.
John examined the images of the men
displayed before them, recognizing a few of them from the base in Afghanistan.
Frowning, he realized all were listed as killed in action and all were
originally from this very base. Squeezing Thorn's hand, a disturbing thought
flickered in the back of his mind, the ramifications so dark he dare not think
of the possibilities.
“We’ve been interrogating Dr. Hough
and discovered some disturbing information that might explain the increase of
activity near the base. It would seem that prior to the creation of this team,
Hough and a group of several top individuals attempted the same procedures which
ultimately allowed this team to form. The difference being they chose to inject
soldiers killed in the line of duty. They took corpses with single impact
injuries and thought perhaps the regeneration process would reanimate those
individuals.” The General paused to take a drink of water Miss Williams handed
him and to allow those around the table to absorb what he had said.
“So these soldiers are wondering
about town causing all this chaos?” Hark asked, leaning in to get a better look
at the men in the photo.
“Not exactly,” Striate told him.
“Only three of the six soldiers injected were considered viable.”
“Excuse me, sir,” Bell interrupted,
scratching his head. “There are only five men in this picture.”
“Exactly.
The sixth
soldier
wasn't
recorded anywhere. We only know
from the good doctor that he exists.”
“So let me get this straight,” John
began with a drawn out sigh. “We’ve got dead soldiers running about killing
civilians around the base.”
“That’s what we believe. Though their
goal is not immediately clear,” the General confirmed.
“So what’s the plan?” Bell asked with
his usual gung-ho tempo.
“We find these things and we kill
them,” Hark said as John nodded in agreement.
****
Thorn could feel the state of
heightened awareness in the room squeezing everyone like vise. Each of the team
members went in different directions once they exited the conference room,
everyone seeking different types of Intel they could bring to the others when
they reconvened. This left Thorn feeling out of place and less then useful once
again.
“Hey Thorn,” Karen Williams called to
her as the thin woman stepped into the hall. “How about me and you go hack the
doctor’s computer files and see what we can find?”
Now that sounded like something of
use and
Thorn
wasn't
about to pass on the chance to be a part of what was happening here.
“Count me in,” she replied happily
turning to follow the woman toward Dr. Hough’s private quarters and office.
“You two best
be
careful,” John called after her. “You never know what else the man might be
hiding.”
“We will be,” Thorn called back,
happy to finally do something other than watch.
Hough’s rooms were off the medical
lab and accessed through a steel door with optical scanner. Luckily
Karen
wasn't
just the
General's person assistant but somewhat of a computer whiz. In a matter of
seconds, she’d had a set of wires plugged into some sort of box with digital
numbers rolling around. It amazed Thorn how quickly her friend could bypass
security as the thick door slid open.
Letting out a long whistle as the
automatic lights flickered on, both women looked around. The man lived in a lab
right out of an old horror movie. Shelves lined the walls filled with various
colored liquids with things floating inside. He had ever body part imaginable
inside those glass containers as both women looked about wide-eyed.
“Hey Thorn,” Karen said from behind
her, making Thorn spin to face the woman who held up a small jar filled with a
dozen eyeballs. “I have my eyes on you.”
Both burst into laughter. Not that it
was all that funny but given the tension of the situation, it worked.
“Please tell me this is not what I
think it is,” Thorn said, spying a jar which most definitely contained a full
set of male reproduction organs. “That’s sick.”
“Damn, that just isn’t right,” Karen
agreed.
The computer and two tall filing
cabinets sat in the far corner,
Having
their fill of
the doctor’s creepy collection, they headed that direction. Karen would handle
breaking into the files on the computer as Thorn looked for something to make
quick work of the cabinet locks. A strong paperclip should do it. Bending one
straight and the other into an L shape, she began the task. A few grumbles and
cuss words later the first click sounded, signaling success.
The top drawer contained all Hough’s
military paperwork, every reprimand, promotion, and re-enlistment, along with a
copy of his birth certificate.
Nothing worth reporting there.
The second drawer was a whole lot more
interesting,
it
had a file for each of the current team members including photos and medical
reports. It appeared that each of the men shared a career ending medical
condition or injury, an IQ at roughly the same level, and reports indicating
high levels of willingness to self-sacrifice. Thorn did find it odd that all
the files were color-coded blue with the exception of Beamer's, who was tagged
yellow.
The last drawer made Thorn's mouth
drop open. It was a large, hulking file on her. It had copies of work
schedules, emails she'd written to her sister in-law and pictures spanning the
period from Thomas’ funeral until the evening she first met John. Staring at
the images of her standing in front of her brother’s grave marker caused a
chill deep inside. What the hell was going on here?
“How close are you to breaking his
encryption?” Thorn asked Karen.
“Just about there,” she replied,
punching a few more keys then wagging her eyebrows smiled as the screen jumped
to life.
“Tada!”