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Story: Akiko In Blue · Author: Aerosol Kid
The characters and events portrayed here are completely fictional blah-di-blah
and any resemblance to other characters and events, real or imagined are purely
unintentional blah-di-blah-di-blah. Oh yeah, and if you're under 18, scram.
Note: This is a departure from my first stories into kitschy secret agent
territory. I'm not sure if this will become another series, b/c I'm still
testing my writing chops (sound of knuckles cracking). You be the judge...
Akiko in Blue
"Welcome to Soporo Health Spa, please enjoy your stay!" cheered the door girl
breathlessly as Akiko made her way into the complex, wearing a sharp business
number that seemed unwilling to commit to being a suit or a dress. A smart black
tote bag was thrown over her left shoulder. She looked the perfect
busy-executive-gal-on-the-go.
She smiled in acknowledgement as she sashayed into the perfectly conditioned air
of the spa, out of the chilly San Franciscan drizzle. She couldn't help feeling
a little smug.
She was in.
Akiko was on a mission to infiltrate this newest addition to a chain of
establishments that preyed on helpless women for some evil, unknown purpose,
yadda yadda... according to the intel. Campy, she thought, but nice work if you
can get it...
See, Soporo Health Spa was a front. One of dozens for the insidious Min Sect, a
shadowy terrorist group. Akiko Masumi was a crack operative for Nephthys, a
rarified, lethal intelligence agency which was discretely employed by various
world powers to keep Min Sect at bay. Less than a thousand people in the world
knew about any of this, though your average Joe would know the gist, thanks to
Get Smart, 007 movies, or whatever. Akiko rolled her eyes at the utter
ridiculousness of her job, as she did every day - life imitating crappy art.
She made her way through the tasteful, Euro-gray space of the lobby and in
through a bright red locker room door. In minutes she'd changed out of her
conservative business attire into an eye-popping workout ensemble - an oatmeal
tankini top and dangerously brief shorts, completed with cross trainers and
tennis socks. Together with her cinnamon complexion and abundant curves, she'd
be a pleasant distraction in the gym.
Akiko checked herself in a mirror before beginning her reconnaissance. If she'd
stayed with her grandparents back in Shibuya, she might've ended up with a
different lot in life - an Idol singer was what she'd wanted to be as a little
girl. As it was, she was raised in Oakland and went to UCLA. She'd been
Recruited before she could finish her masters and join her brother's nanotech
startup.
As she came out of her reverie, she gazed down at her only concession to kawaii
- a Badtz Maru wristwatch. Oh, well, she thought. If I were a singer back home,
they'd have put me out to pasture by now. Besides, there are enough Namie
Amuro's in the world. How many girls who look like I do can sink three point
jumpers or handle an AK?
Smiling, she remembered her work. Time to start casing the joint.
Striding purposefully through the locker room doors, she headed for the weight
room. Several heads turned her way as she moved to the weight benches. As she
made a show of working out (the Nephthys training regimen kept her in top form,
as did her affection for basketball), she made mental notes of the incongruities
of the gym. Where did that door go? Who was that person in the lab coat? When
will that guy stop looking at my ass, already?
After a "vigorous" weightlifting session, she headed for the pool. She unfolded
a deck chair, placed it strategically in the back corner, then pretended to
chill. She was particularly curious about an unobtrusive door on the opposite
side of the pool, flanked by two Baywatch-looking goons.
That's my next move, she thought, as she squinted in the fake sunlight and fixed
one lovely almond eye on the door. While she considered her plan for
infiltrating the secret antechambers of the Evil Lair, she closed her eyes for
just a minute...
..Then felt an icy sting. She jerked up from the deck chair, the bare skin of
her back and arms audibly coming unstuck from the rubber slats. She looked down
at her abdomen to discover a strange, metallic insect with its stinger in her
stomach. She inhaled sharply as the weird, metallic blue dragonfly pulsed the
last of its venom into her, millimeters to the left of her navel.
Shit! What kind of bug is that? She struggled to sit up straight as the first
waves of drowsiness flooded through her. The glittering insect unceremoniously
pulled its stinger out of her, which she felt with a sickening twinge. Then it
buzzed off, leaving her feeling equal parts profoundly nauseous and heavily
medicated.
Her heartbeat began to throb into her awareness, the tiny wound on her tummy
burning icy cold. A sickening rush crested through her chest. She shuddered
uncontrollably as her gag reflex flared up menacingly. She was gonna spew.
But abruptly, the vertigo was gone. She took a long, slow breath and rubbed her
temples. A warning flag that had gone up in the back of her mind several seconds
ago was vying for her attention. Frantically, the thought rattled around in the
back of her brain, finally relenting to the...
..One thought that remained - she needed to pass through the open door over
there. Hadn't it just been closed, with a ridiculously buff guard on either
side? She squinted at it. There was a faint blueness visible at the other end of
a dark hallway. Nope, she was sure she needed to go in there. She lurched the
rest of the way off the deck chair and stumbled drunkenly towards it.
Once she made it into the hallway, the door shut behind her with dramatic
finality. Acting on some base reflex, she continued to shamble down the dark
hallway. She had no idea why she was foolishly rushing into danger without her
sidearm or a backup call to base. Since the visit from her little blue friend,
she was obviously in over her head. The rules were very specific about
operatives in the field under the influence of unknown substances. Nonetheless,
she pressed on.
Eventually, she found herself in a small room, which exuded a fluorescent blue
glow. She paused, regarding the color and wondering about her attraction to it.
Ah yes, she remembered, as a swarm of glittering blue dragonflies buzzed around
her.
She grimaced as most of them stung her in precise locations all over her body.
She flailed around in a vain attempt to fend off the assault - her shoulder, her
hip, her neck, her calf. Too many to count. As the potent venom coursed through
her bloodstream, she fought to stay on her feet.
She couldn't.
"Masumi. Akiko. Female. Age: Twenty-Five. Blood Type: A Neg," a voice read
somewhere. Akiko shook her head, and to her dismay, a dull, throbbing pain
answered back. "She's waking up!" the voice warned.
"Konbanwa, Akiko-chan" a new voice greeted her, inches from her right ear. "So
glad Nephthys' local representative could be here." Whoever it was, he was a
smug asshole. Talking to her like she was a little girl.
With great difficulty, she raised herself up on one elbow, ignoring the icy bug
bite at the joint. "Who the fuck are you, dude? I'm just trying to work out, and
your pest problem is seriously out of control! she growled, trying her best to
keep her cover. "You're gonna need pliers to get my lawyer's foot out of your
ass!"
"Akiko-chan," the voice tssked. Akiko still couldn't make out anyone around her
in the blue haze. "You're one of Nephthys' loose cannons, come to expose us
cockroaches to the light of day, yes?"
"I don't know what the fuck you're talking about," Akiko warned, "but if you
don't get me out of here right now..." She was desperately looking around for an
egress.
"Please try to relax for a moment," the voice requested, as hot blue light
flooded up her spine.
When she could open her eyes again, she lifted her head and looked down at
herself. She was strapped to a gurney, naked as the day she was born, held down
by various nasty black restraints. The dull, painful blue light shown down on
her. Exhausted, her head slumped back onto the comfy pillow underneath. Things
weren't looking good for getting home by nine.
"Akiko, dear, so glad you could join us," someone purred. If she'd been able to
think straight, she would have realized it was the same fuckhead from earlier.
As it was, it could've been Tom Jones, for all she knew.
"Are you awake now?" the voice beseeched.
She considered, for a moment, all the venomous retorts she could fling toward
it, before she heard herself simply affirm, "Yes."
"Wonderful," came the reply. "You'll find yourself quite unable to resist my
voice."
"Allright," was all she could muster. Great. The you-are-getting-very-sleepy
routine. Points off for originality.
"Akiko. You're becoming very aroused, just now," was the next observation from
Mr. Bodyless Voice. And damned if he wasn't right! From somewhere deep in her
misplaced body, Akiko grew warm and wet.
"Allright..."
She could swear she heard laughter coming from somewhere. Assholes. Then:
"Akiko. You're burning with arousal. You want to orgasm more than anything. But
the only way that will happen is if..." The voice trailed off. The light around
her surged painfully.
What? If what?? She was going to go insane if she didn't know how she could cum!
Already, her bronzed hips were writhing against the restraints, spasms moving
through her tummy to the tips of her 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 was it! Yes! Akiko shuddered in the clarity of her realization. I have to
make him cum all over me! How delicious.
She rose from the gurney, the restraints mysteriously gone, and took a few
hesitant steps forward. To the most wonderful man she'd ever seen.
In front of her stood a really tall guy, bathed in the blue light. Very
Alpha-Male - the type Akiko usually avoided like the plague. Right now, smiling
lasciviously, she deemed him flava of the month. He wasn't wearing a stitch, and
he was rock hard!
Before she could remember that she should be reaching for her Magnum and
plugging the whole room full of bullet holes, she resolutely knelt, grabbed this
strange man's cock, and began slurping on it with gusto.
"Mmmmmmm!" she encouraged, getting into the spirit of her new mission. She
batted her long eyelashes at him.
Then she felt herself being gently pushed away. "There, there now, Akiko. First
you must prepare yourself," Puzzled, she looked up to see him offering her an
econo-sized bottle of lubricant. With his other hand, he brushed the side of her
right breast.
Instantly, she understood. She squirted a generous amount of lube into her hands
and worked it onto her sizable globes, watching Blue Guy with a lopsided smile.
When she was satisfied that her fantastic tits were perfectly glistening, she
edged forward and beckoned him in.
He obliged.
A cold wave of pleasure washed through her as she cupped her breasts around his
cock, wonderfully highlighted in blue. Akiko began to writhe up and down as she
worked her nipples between her fingers.
"Uuuummmmmmmbbbbbbggggggggg," she keened, as they began to find a rhythm.
"It's going... to. Take more. Than. That," the voice directed. Wasting no time,
she bent her head down sharply and teased the tip of his bobbing shaft with her
lips and tongue, her left hand moving up to cover any ground that her slick tits
were neglecting. This Cro-Mag better finish soon, she thought desperately to
herself.
In between lapping her tongue over the head of his cock, she implored, "Come on!
Unload on me! C'mon! C'mon!" It quickly evolved from a forceful request into a
pleading, whiney mantra.
Fantastically, she realized that she had a hand free. Shifting her weight around
on her stiff knees, she slipped a finger into her slit as she started to
frenetically jack off Mr. Blue Man and simultaneously suck him, her reddened
chest heaving and glistening. As she probed her clit, the desire became
unbearable.
"Hhhhhmmmmmm?" she begged around his cock, as she vigorously jerked him off.
She'd wanted a workout, and she was certainly getting one. Trouble was, how much
longer could she survive without cumming?
Luckily, just then Mr. Blue Man hissed and slipped his cock out of her mouth as
it began to spasm. As her eyes screwed shut in anticipation, he shot off, a
skein of white hot semen unraveling across her lips, down her neck, and all over
her décolletage. She half-expected it to sizzle on contact with her feverish
tits, but she was more concerned with the contractions of her pussy, as...
..her pelvis jerked upward with the first spasms of her well-deserved orgasm.
Peculiar shrieks echoed off the walls of the small blue room. As the room went
fuzzy, she realized they were coming from her.
Akiko sprawled onto the floor in a sticky heap, writhing, and slowly blacked out
in front of the tall man. He looked like he could use a smoke...
"When you see her," Agent Pink teased wickedly, "you won't recognize her..."
He and a slight, elderly Finnish man were waiting in a tasteful, wood-paneled
observation room, facing what looked like the door to a bank vault.
"I'm not sure I like this," the old man opined quietly.
Instantly, Agent Pink grew clammy and intimidated. "Whatever do you mean?" he
backpedaled nervously.
"Just send her in."
Agent Pink buzzed the attendant on the other side of the ridiculously over
fortified door. "Janeen? Please send in Ms. Masumi." A light went on as a series
of handles spun themselves loose. With a final, theatrical hiss, the door
clanked open slowly to the right. A startling, voluptuous Japanese woman in an
electric blue Race Queen outfit and matching heels shuffled out, seemingly
unaware of the two men seated before her. She stopped just short of bumping into
the table between them.
"Akiko. This gentleman will be your master for awhile," Agent Pink sing-songed,
waving a hand toward the old man. Akiko seemed to come to life, regarding the
man impassively for a few seconds. Then her face lit up into a most charming
smile and she slid into his lap. "Hello, Master," she sighed, as she lay her
head on his shoulder.
"Well?" Agent Pink seemed about to explode with satisfaction. "Isn't she
tremendous?"
The old man looked at the giggling, impossibly beautiful woman on his knee for a
moment. "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 six 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 under his shirt collar.
"Yes," he answered, with an entirely different tenor, that of an underling
cringing for demotion, or worse.
"This won't do. Please get up, my dear," he harrumphed to Akiko, who burbled
"Yes sir!" 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!" Akiko 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 immense relief at narrowly avoiding a nameless punishment he could only
guess at, he buzzed the door attendant again. "Janeen! Please come and prepare
Ms. Masumi for another session in the Blue Room."
FIN
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