Logical

	“We should really investigate these sudden disappearances.
	“I know, sir. . . they are girls and women who have not been reported missing . . .  
	“But our sources have stated repeatedly that there is something wrong with the company they’re used to dealing with . . . that the women on the offices behave peculiarly . . .
	 What? Oh, no, sir, they don’t come on to the male source, if that’s what you mean. He just says that they don’t come on to him, there are no longer any jokes, times of day. . . none of the usual chit-chat he used to get from the company receptionists when he visited on his regular route . . .
	“No, sir. We’re looking at two other companies associated with that one and our sources say one of those companies has some . . .  more and more every visit . . . people who are acting the same way as the first one reported.
	“Very well, sir. I’ll put some of my best onto it. Thanks, sir, for this go-ahead. I think we can have you an initial report in a few weeks.
	“Have I female operatives I can use? Well, now . . . sir, I don’t think that’s the best idea. I was thinking of men, young agents, good looking men . . .
	“No sir, I do not think I’ll lose ‘em, sir. This has been women disappearing, no reports anywhere of men . . . .
	 Well, if you put it like that . . . yes, sir. I’ll put either one on, then . .  
	“Both? Very well, sir, I’ll proceed. Thanks again, sir.”
	Whew he said to himself That was a tough sell, but then . . . just one source’s information. Well, Marys Stevens and Jake Forman should work well together . . . or on this case, anyway.
	“Margie, get me Forman and Stevens, will you? They’re not? Well, soon as they’re in, send ’em along, okay? 
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	“Shay, Maris, where’d ya ever ge’ tha’ name, ennyway?” slurred Jake to his pretty fellow operative.
	“Jake, you’re as drunk as I’ve ever seen you. What’s the matter?”
	“So . . . o . . . rr-ee! ’cuse me. Urp. The boss’s called us onto a rotten invest-gay-shun, thass why. Mar’, thass not the quession. Quession is why’s your name Maris, no’ Mary? Shpelled tha’ way, i’n it?”
	“Never mind my name, Jake. It’ll be no use on any case. Now, let’s get you sober. Can’t let anyone in the outfit see you like this. Take this.” She shoved a small yellow pill across the bar table to him. He recognized it as one of the unit’s “sober” pills.
	 Okay.” He swallowed the pill with a hefty slug of whiskey. His eyes crossed, his face flushed dull red, yet after a moment he sat up straight and shook his head once.
	“All right?  asked the concerned Marys.
	 Okay, thanks. It smacks  you right between the thoughts, huh? So, let’s see what we can think of to get ourselves in better odor with our boss.”
	“Not here, Jake. First, home and check for . . . hell, the usual, you know.”
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	 Well,” Marys said, feeling slightly swacked from Jake’s reaction to the pill, “there was the ‘usual,” if you call an urgent summons from the office ‘usual.’”
	“Yeah. Not to both of us? Okay, gal. Let’s get on down there, shall we.”
	“Better go in separate cars, right? — I don’t think anyone at the office knows yet that you live with me, do they?”
	“Crikey, I hope not. Yeah, you’re right. Why the hell would I have picked you up, you ugly thing?”
	“Is that any way to talk to a lady, Jake?”
	“No, and I wouldn’t . . . not to a lady.”
	 Fuck you, let’s get going.”
	“I can’t do both, no time!” But with that grinning complaint he was moving rapidly to the door, his pistol held in the upside down quick-draw holster under his right armpit. Marys was armed otherwise.
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	 “We think we’ve got a real lead into this . . . ‘trade,’ let’s call it. The source is reliable, has been for some time, we rate it ‘B,’ as good as we get outside . . . the office. I want just one of you inside, though. The other will lay back and be available at the usual tick to aid and assist. I’m thinking that a cool way would be for J to be a buyer — we know they sell the product...”
	“Jesus, boss, ‘sell the product!’ These are human beings you’re discussing....”
	“I know, I know. Sorry, fell into the jargon, ’cause I’m tryin’ to think like them. See, if M goes in, could be M’s the product right away. Huh? No time to investigate, no ability to snoop around, whereas a ‘buyer’ — Jay’ll have damn’ good cover — may be able to find out more without becoming ‘product.’”
	 Thanks.” Jake grinned, Marys moaned.
	“Think you can do it, J?”“
	”Yeah, but . . . .”
	“‘Yeah, but . . .’ what?
	“Women like the product, too . . . some women.”
	“I’m convinced by the source that this is a male market entirely — certainly according to our reliable . . . .”
	“H-m,” Marys interrupted, thoughtfully. “The source is male?”
	“Not going to say, ’cause I don’t know. It’s passed to me from upstairs.”
	“Ohmigod,” muttered Jake, he and Marys exchanging meaningful glances. 
	“Yeah, upstairs has been wrong — twice in my time here.” The boss had been with the unit for over seventeen years.
	“How many’d we lose that second time, boss?” asked Jake, with a grimace.
	 Just one . . . the person ‘upstairs’ at the time. Hell, you knew that, Jake.”
	“Yup. Should, seein’ as t’was my uncle. And I still think he was right that time, though.”
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	“I’m here if you give the word, Jake. Gimme kiss, lover.”
	They kissed, both trying to keep it casual, and Jake walked to his car. Marys had a strange feeling that she’d never see him again, but she shrugged that off as being the same feeling she’d had on every ‘job’ they’d done together.
	Now she set herself to be his long-distance “tail,” a job made simpler since the last time she’d done this with a new gadget the unit had field tested and now provided to all two person teams as a matter of course.
Marys wished she was not thinking Everything seems so matter of fact, so run of the mill, and it’s not a bit, it’s  damn’ dangerous.
	She activated the new gadget and started her car. She used one of the new hybrids which Jake hated. He did not like their lack of pep, he said, but Marys knew that this one would make 60 from a standing start in 7.2 seconds, faster than an ordinary hybrid. She and the mechanic in the unit’s unremarkable garage had worked and worked on the electronics and the small motor. There was a special gear added, and that helped.
	Well, enough ruminating, Jake was almost to his destination. He was supposed to make a  “meet” with the outside rep of this company and get further directions from him, if he passed muster. That was a highly unusual manner of doing business for a reputable company, and Marys had high hopes for the illegitimacy of this company, particularly since the source had practically proved that they were selling people — women — as chattel. How they could do this remained to be seen and she hoped Jake could be lucky and find out without having to call back-up, namely, her.
	Not that she minded, she was a highly trained and long experienced operative, committed to the business of the unit and in love with Jake to boot. She would not let him be hurt if she could help it — provided the mission allowed for survival at all. She meant to die with Jake if nothing else would serve.
	A sudden but subdued buzz at her wrist indicated that someone wanted to contact her. Marys swore under her breath, for it was very unusual and not good craft to contact a follower on a mission this critical. She flexed her wrist ever so slightly, acknowledging the contact, but she made no return signal. That should have indicated to the person trying to contact her that such contact was not a good idea.
	Five minutes later, Jake already inside the rendezvous  with the man he was to meet, the wrist stung her lightly again. She made no muscular reply, but had she been face to face with the unknown caller she would have drawn on her considerable list of scathing phrases from which to excoriate the caller.
	Then, as her pulse subsided to its near normal 68 again, her wrist almost stung, the signal buzzed so hard. This time it was a recognizable signal, that for “Help, agent in trouble.” Jake?
	No, there was Jake walking out to his car, looking perfectly normal. Guess he passed the test, whatever it was. Who the hell is signaling for help?
	Of course, Jake was wearing no signal devices of any kind other than the back-up emergency signal that would summon Marys when he needed her. She saw hin turn his head toward her, but his gaze did not linger, if he even saw her. Any contact between them just now and the real “meet” would be compromised, so his glance was probably a normal agent’s check of the surroundings. 
	The car she was watching took off like a streak, but the carefully installed device kept her GPS informed where and how distant it was from her own less rapidly moving vehicle. Marys thought for a second  It’s not like Jake to drive that way but the thought evaporated as she realised that he was headed for the major parkway out of town. 
	Must be a short time to this meet — good craft crossed her mind and she speeded enough to merge smoothly with oncoming traffic on the high speed, six lane road. She carefully passed Jake’s car and then, acting as though she might have missed a turn, slowed to allow him to pass her. The normal surveillance dodge wasn’t needed, she realised, what with the locator in his car, so she contented herself for the moment by staying roughly in the flow, as Jake was doing.
	Suddenly she lost him! She was just alongside the long seventh lane lead to an exit ramp and knew very well that there was not another exit for a good ten miles. Jake must have turned quickly and used his brakes — traffic was running about 70-75 — but she had no indication of where or how distant he was. 
	The goddamned GPS must have quit. How could it? Gotta do something. She was handily and luckily in the right lane, so she slammed on her turn indicator and her brakes and pulled in toward the off ramp  lane, perhaps twenty car lengths from the last bit of lead off. 
	That was some cowboy move, girl! was her immediate thought. Where the hell is Jake?
	Her rapid decision was based on knowing how Jake could drive, and as she slammed into a lower gear, she heard in her mind the curses of the passing drivers. Perhaps fifty seconds after her sudden swerve she was moving, picking up some speed, down the exit ramp.
	Oh, hell! Which way? Town to the right, gas stations, fast food left. Did Jake need to use... O! how dumb. Jake’s sudden disappearance was a very old signal they’d only used once, and Marys mentally kicked herself for forgetting. But the loss of the locator should have told me... 
	It was useless to blame herself, but she did, while she turned toward the town, trying to remember its name. Jake had known the indicator was in the car, and his turning it off — how’d he do that at the speed he was making? crossed her mind — told her that he was accompanied by someone!
	Marys drove carefully into the town, fearful of a sudden siren and flashing lights behind her. She stayed at the local speed limit, far less than the thruway had allowed, and suddenly got the signal again, off to her right, about three blocks away. That was suspicious, for the turning off of the signal was supposed to mean  Stay Clear.” 
	She drove at slightly above the posted speed past the street where the indicator located the other car and tried to spot it with her peripheral vision without showing that she knew its location with movement of her head. It was there, all right, not properly parked but at a crazy angle pointing into the sidewalk. Marys’ heart thumped painfully as she thought quickly of what her proper procedure was.
	Her available armament was not meant for long distances, but could be so utilized if necessary.
	What to do? What to do?
	She parked at a store front and locked the car with the special coding that allowed her to open its doors selectively and start the car from a distance. The electric motor would need no warm-up. Anyone else without her special code would be very unhappy with the results of touching the car. Careful jimmying would result in a low power explosion that would wreck the car’s usefulness completely, but would not necessarily hurt a cautious burglar. 
	She sauntered unhurriedly down the street and came up to the other car, looking at it curiously, as would any passerby.
	“Very good craft, Miss Stevens,” said a pleasant voice in her ear, and she felt the jab of a needle. Never had she known such a sudden reaction, her body starting to crumple as her mind registered the words. There was no thought, blankness reigned . . . for  how long she did not know.
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	Jake had already succumbed to the numbness and the injection. 
	Some time later he thought he awoke and was sitting in a comfortable chair facing what he thought was a woman. He was a little puzzled that his eyes could not quite make out her features, but he discovered that he did not really care. What was much more important was the voice, and the feeling, a very good, nice feeling all over his body. His mind told him something was different, but at the moment he could not tell how whatever it was, was . . . different. Why were the thoughts saying it belonged to a man named Jake?. 
	The mind heard the voice, speaking calmly, coming to the ears like a balm, all other thoughts were banished as she listened.
	“Jackie,” she knew her name and she loved it. A stray memory said she’d been named Jacqueline, but had preferred the shorter version. Somehow it seemed more “her.” She looked down at herself, a quick glance, but enough . . . she remembered dressing just as sexily at school and then at college — the way her full breasts had pressed against her dress — Jackie’d never worn a bra — as she walked out to her  . . . memory failed her. Her mind snapped back to the voice’s quiet statements.
	“Now, Jackie, pay attention! As  I was saying before you went into that brown study ... ha, ha...brown study for a girl named Jackie Brown, right? 
	Jackie laughed along with the cheerful chuckle of the voice.
	“Your body has been toned a little bit, Jackie, so that your nice full breasts show off better with your smaller waist and slightly wider hips. You have no testicles . . . a girl with testicles . . . be a bit odd, eh, Jackie? . . . you wouldn’t need ’em as a girl anyway. You have a long clitoris . . . as you become sexually aroused, Jackie, or at command — my command, understand, Jackie, it will erect.”
	“Yes, I understand.”
	“Very well. You like boys or girls, Jackie, as mistress commands, understand? 
	“Yes.”
	“You have a very good friend awaiting you, Jackie, her name is Marys, and she is another of Mistress’ girls, not quite like you, Jackie, but just as I wish her to be. Marys can go among others, but you will prefer to stay here with mistress, much better than going out. Understand, Jackie?”
	“Yes, mistress.”
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	 That was an interesting description of what you saw.” The interrogator, not her boss, was looking pensive.
	“Now. . . .  
	“Tell us exactly what you two found out, Marys.” The interrogator’s voice was low but Marys could hear the strength behind the polite phrase. Her mind registered the “boss” sitting off to one side. The interrogator was from “upstairs,” he’d explained earlier in the debriefing.
	 Well, we actually found out,” she said, mimicking the woman’s tone, “that the operation is nothing more than a bordello for males and females, the regular police can close it easily with the evidence we brought with us.”
	“Perhaps so. But Marys, what I want to know is, what happened to Jake, how’d you get separated? We lost all track of him!”
	“You . . . lost track of him? We two were in touch almost all the time, Boss.”
	“Yes, we got garbled signals from your locators when we checked them out, but they did not tell us where Jake was, Marys.”
	“Ma’am, ask Jake . . . I don’t know what could have happened to the locators. That’s how I found Jake, after he turned off the freeway. It was working then, just fine.”
	The interrogator’s voice changed from the quiet tones of the debriefing to a more commanding one.
	“Did you not know? Jake’s got himself into what might be called an odd situation.”
	 What. . . what’s happened to Jake, boss?” she appealed to the silent figure in the other armchair. There was a slight touch of panic in Marys’s voice, but she fought to maintain control. The boss did not reply.
	 Well . . . to tell you the truth, Marys . . . “ the interrogator said diminuendo, “ . . . the same thing that has happened to you.” Her voice barked, “Disrobe!”
	Marys found herself stripping off what clothing she wore  — to her very slight astonishment she was only wearing shorts, no panties, no bra, just a halter — and standing rigid awaiting further commands.
	“Kneel, Marys.”
	She found herself on her knees, awaiting the next command. She stared at her interrogator with lustful eyes, her tongue wetting her lips as she looked at the most adorable woman she’d seen lately. She probably tastes yummy, she thought.
	“Marys, my dear, you and your friend — the name was not propitious, so we’ve changed it — Jackie as she is now, although she is not totally female — seem quite able to tell your tale convincingly, should the need arise. But Jackie won’t be asked. Nor will you, I don’t believe, except here as a check on your story. 
	“You’re both ‘lost’ as far as your organization  is concerned, a really tragic end to a wonderful relationship. That isn’t your ‘boss’ sitting there, Marys, that’s another of my tools. But you have a new and better one. Jackie is a tool. As you are. Now.” 
	The voice remained low and confidential, and to Marys’s ears very soothing, telling her of things that, deep down, she knew well. There was no question in her mind that the “boss” was part of this joyous occasion, as her mind considered it. She squirmed the least bit, rubbing her thighs together to enhance the feeling that made the wetness start to leak from her labia.
	“I think that now you should pleasure yourself, Marys. We won’t wait for Jackie to show up, she is still a bit unsteady from her loss. Marys, you will think of Jackie — lie back and pleasure yourself!”
	Marys’s hand slipped down her bare belly to her crotch, there to touch and tease her already stiffening clitoris and massage her labia softly to accentuate the wave of pleasure which came over her.
	“Marys? You can reach yourself so well. Doesn’t that feel wonderful, Marys dear?” the voice had changed from alto to a contralto, but Marys did not see who was addressing her now. Her eyes closed. She was dreaming of Jackie massaging her, then of Jackie’s face pressed to her labia, tongue lapping deep within her vulva and tickling the sides of her vagina. A vagrant thought made her mind jump — “Jackie” looked like Jake! — but the thought passed quickly, Jake didn’t have a sister.
	“Would you like to wake, Marys?” asked the insinuating voice. 
	“No-o, no, I want to dream, so-o comfortable,  feel good like this.”
	“You may make yourself feel good all you like, Marys, but you cannot climax ’til Jackie comes to tend to you. We’ll watch then, it will be so pleasant for you, Marys.” 
	The voice took on a slight tinge of excitement and Marys began to want Jackie’s presence so that she could be brought to climax.
	“Yes, yes, I will like that, Jackie is so wonderful, so go-od.”
	“Indeed she is, Marys. Think of her as you wait. Continue.”
	Marys was so slick now that her fingers made a squelchy sound as she rubbed herself. Her body began gyrating as the feelings inside her intensified and she felt more and more that some tremendous benefit could be hers if she only obeyed. The idea of rising to her knees and falling into the wonderful lap just to the left  of her panting mouth came to her as she stroked in a slowly increasing rythym.
	Much as she might want to rise and kiss on that wonderful opening, she felt too good as she was, slowly coming to a cusp. She somehow was certain that, despite what the voice had said, she could reach it if she was sufficiently subtle. Forcing herself to slow the rapid strumming on her clit, fighting the almost unconquerable urge to resume that strumming, she carefully moved her fingers slowly along her labia, enjoying the feel of how slick they were and the rising scent of her own excitement. 
	“You like the way you smell now, don’t you, Marys? Taste yourself, then you may taste me, dear.”
	Marys slipped her fingers deep inside herself and then withdrew then, coated with her juices. She raised her hand to her mouth and licked each finger slowly, loving the taste more and more as she progressed. As she finished, the remembered command to taste the other almost automatically raised her to her knees between the other’s thighs. She wanted to kiss the woman’s cunt at once, but the voice stopped her first tentative move.
	“Kiss my inner thighs first, Marys. You’ll like that taste, too, my dear.” 
	Oh, indeed she did, It was like ambrosia. Almost better than tasting herself. The smooth skin seemed almost too precious to kiss, so she carefully brushed her lips across little patches of skin, then blew softly to dry each patch.
	“Uh, Marys.... I’ve never . . . had . . . that done . . . quite like that before. Oh god! I’m cumming and you haven’t . . . even . . . touched my . . . labia yet. Oh, guh, uh, ah, ah, ah, uh!”
	The thighs clamped on Marys’s ears, squeezing as the woman came and came. Marys, herself on the very brink of climax, held back only by the earlier command, was herself breathing hard as she felt the pulse pounding in her ears. The thighs relaxed and Marys sat back on her heels, her own quim leaking juices onto the floor . . . no, there was a rug.
	“Ah, Marys, ah. You are good! Never . . . No one has ever . . . ah, god, I’ll keep you forever, and you’ll love me like that, Marys.”
	Marys discovered that the prospect made her very happy.
	She and her captor ... mistress? . . . owner? sat for a few seconds in contemplation of their wonderful sexual futures. There was a tap on what sounded to Marys’s ears like a door frame and Mistress  (Marys had decided that was who the voice belonged to) said,
	“Enter, Jackie. I want you and Marys to meet.”
	Marys looked up to see a tall woman, blonde, blue eyed, a powerful looking woman, yet one with whom Marys felt a great bond. Jackie had a nice smile with which Marys instantly fell in love..
	“Marys, rise and greet Jackie, a friend. Jackie, this is Marys.”
	“I’m happy to meet you, Marys.”
	“I’m very happy to know you, Jackie.”
	They exchanged companionable glances, Jackie’s eyes tracking down Marys’s body to view the drying cum on her inner thighs and back up to her face to see the look of joy which Marys now wore almost continually. 
	“You have a lovely body, Marys,” intoned Jackie.
	“Oh,” interjected Mistress, “You should undress, Jackie, let Marys see your splendid body. Marys, there is a nice surprise for you after Jackie is naked.”
	The last word started Marys’s body feeling horny once again, and she realised that despite her nearness to that desired peak, she had not climaxed. Memories surfaced, of Jackie brining her to climax — false, recently induced, but Marys thought them real. Her quim began moistening as she watched Jackie undress.
	Jackie had been wearing a dress and now, having shucked that and her rather large shoes, was clad only in a camisole and panties. She had large, very rounded breasts which, although somewhere in her mind Marys retained the knowledge that they were silicone based, began to get Marys excited at the thought of fondling and kissing them and the lovely nipples which stood out from them, all in perfect harmony with her inmost, formerly repressed, desires.
	Jackie’s waist, although not narrow, was in perfect accord with her large breasts and wider hips, and Marys felt herself salivate as she contemplated their splendor. 
	Now Jackie, having waited at Mistress’ command while Marys had a good chance to look her over, completed the process, first removing the camisole with a twitch which further heated Marys’s libido — Mistress was of course watching closely to see Marys’s reactions — and then very slowly, half turned from Marys’s view, slid the panties down over her hips and, still very slowly, raised one leg and the other to finish.
	“Still, Marys,” cautioned Mistress.
	“Turn around slowly, Jackie.”
	Jackie complied, and Marys saw her hip bone and upper thigh, then a blob, a . . .  thing, and then. . . Marys drew in her breath as the object of so many induced daydreams came fully into her view.
	“Ah, ah,” she gasped
	“Yes, Marys, you may.”
	Marys slowly sank once again to her knees, her mouth drooling as she saw the beautiful thing expand and throb more as Jackie appreciated her position and what it meant.
	Jackie faced her fully and Marys, as in a dream, moved herself forward in convulsive movements of her knees along the soft rug, until her mouth was poised at the very tip of Jackie’s protruding “clit,” as she thought of it.. Her unconsciously raised hands, palms forward, touched Jackie’s belly and she almost swooned with the very real sexual thrill it gave her. The tip of the “clit” was red, the shaft thick, but Marys desperately wanted it, all of it, inside her mouth and throat.
	First, though, she must do for Jackie what she had done for Mistress. With consummate skill she began kissing and blowing on Jackie’s thighs, just under her bouncing thing, where balls would have been if Jackie had been a man, As it was, the skin was so soft and tender that Jackie was having a very difficult time trying to stand up while the sexual assault continued. Marys wondered why she had never known before what the feel of a fleshy rod bumping into her temple did for her arousal. She could feel herself flooding with juices as she kissed and breathed on the softness.
	Vaguely she heard the voice speaking to someone else.
	“You understand, now, that trained agents make the best possible slaves, they are so amenable to indoctrination.”