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This is a story about a sexual FANTASY written for consenting adults. If 
you're not both of those, don't read it.  Characters in a FANTASY don't 
get sick or die unless I want them to. In real life, people who don't 
use condoms and other safe-sex techniques do get sick and die. You don't 
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Body Guards II: Stolen Secrets - Chapter 5 (MHH, oral, anal)
(C)Copyright 2005 - Shakes Peer2B
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The cargo box of the van was crowded with Talibah laid out on a 
stretcher, two of the Gemini people working on her, and the three of us: 
Sun, Jun, and I seated on small bench along the side.  To make matters 
worse, the driver was intent on getting as far from Salzburg as possible 
before anyone discovered the bodies in the fortress museum.

Once we hit the Autobahn, things settled down some, and the driver 
moderated his speed to avoid attracting attention.

Someone, apparently familiar with the girl's needs, had brought a bag 
full of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.  We devoured them, washing 
them down with several quarts of cold milk. My immediate needs taken 
care of, I began to consider the full import of my new relationship with 
Sun and Jun.

Would they even WANT a third person in their connection? What about 
privacy? As long as they were around, I wouldn't even be able to take a 
dump without them knowing! Christ! What the hell kind of mess had I 
gotten myself into?

About that time, I remembered that we were still connected, and 
sheepishly turned to the girls as I felt their amusement.

'How is this going to work?' I 'asked' them.

The flood of emotion, uncertainty, welcome, and yes, love, that greeted 
that thought was punctuated by the conscious thoughts answering my question.

'This is new to us, too, Darren.' Sun answered, 'We have been connected 
this way from birth, so the concept of privacy hasn't existed between 
us.  We have no secrets from each other because we have lived our lives 
as one.'

'There is much for all of us to learn,' Jun replied, 'and I understand 
your trepidation, but to be honest, we think it is exciting to have you 
"in here" with us. Not only has this new bond just saved our lives, but 
you bring fresh thoughts and abilities to the team, and you will be 
surprised at how easy it is to know and trust one another when you can 
have no secrets."

"Wow!" I said aloud, while thinking, 'So you can see my whole sordid 
past?  There may be some things in there I need to explain...'

'Actually,' they replied as one, 'we can't "read" your memory, only your 
active thoughts and emotions come through. Of course, as soon as you had 
the thought about things you might need to explain, they flashed across 
your consciousness, and we see no need for explanation of youthful 
exuberance.'

This medium was incredibly rich! Not only could we almost instantly 
carry on a conversation like that, but the ebb and flow of emotion and 
'side' thoughts added dimensions that one could never get from words and 
body language.  It was true that Sun and Jun were excited at the 
prospect of having a new mind in their meld, and their excitement was 
infectious.  Far from being put off by the excesses of my misspent youth 
that had flashed across my consciousness, they were titillated by them, 
never having had the opportunity to have such adventures when they were 
young.

To my surprise, these young ladies, who seemed so dispassionate on the 
outside, seethed with emotion as potent as that felt by any of us. 
Their training and conditioning, however, had blocked those emotions, 
for the most part, from their features and their speech.  It was only 
rarely that they could bring themselves to display any feeling.  Far 
from being put off by the fact that I now knew this about them, they 
seemed relieved to have someone with whom they could share.

One other thing that occurred to me - none of us would ever be able to 
lie to the others.

'So where do we go from here?' I thought to my new mind-mates.

'To a hotel, for sex and a good night's sleep!' they both replied, and 
when I picked up the kinds of sex they had in mind, my cock was 
instantly rigid!

A moan from the stretcher brought my attention to Talibah.

"Where am I?" she asked fuzzily.

"You're in a van, on the way to Frankfurt and a plane to California," 
answered one of her attendants.

"You can shoot me full of all the drugs you want," she mumbled, "but I'm 
not giving up any of the others."

"The drugs are pain killers and antibiotics, ma'am," the medic replied, 
"and I don't give a shit about these 'others', nor do my employers.  You 
did us a service and it's only right that we see to it that you get the 
best medical care we can give you."

"You're not CIA?" she stared bleary-eyed around the van, her eyes 
finally bringing my face into focus. "Darren? Is that you?"

I knelt beside her on the floor of the van and took her hand.

"Yeah, it's me." I smiled down at her.

"Are you going to California with me?" she asked.

"I have to go somewhere else with Sun and Jun for a couple of days," I 
replied, "but I'll be there soon."

"Is that a promise?" She managed a weak smile.

"It is," I replied solemnly.

"Then I'll be waiting for you," she said.

"Good," I told her, "We have a lot of things to discuss, and, perhaps, 
some catching up to do."

She gave me another smile, looking pallid, weak, and happy.

The medic pushed at me, saying, "That's enough, Mr. Winchell. She needs 
to rest. God only knows why she hasn't bled to death. There's much less 
blood than I would expect from a wound of this kind, but it's still a 
major trauma and rest will help her body heal itself. Eventually we'll 
have to go in and get that bullet out, but I'm not equipped for that here."

I probed into the wound with my chi and found that the bleeding had 
almost stopped.

When, with Sun and Jun's guidance, I had removed the bullet from 
Talibah's wound, I had absentmindedly dropped it into my pocket.  I 
fished it out and handed it to the medic.

"Here's the bullet. You don't need to go looking for it." I said.

"How the hell did you get that?" he asked in consternation.

Sun came to my rescue when I fumbled for an answer.  "I know it's 
difficult to believe, but it just fell out on its own when Darren turned 
her over."

The guy looked skeptically at her, but she was one of his bosses and he 
wasn't about to argue with her.

"I'd better get her x-rayed, anyway, just in case there are still 
fragments in there," he said grudgingly.

"You do that," Jun told him, while the three of us shared a moment of 
silent laughter.

We stopped in at a University clinic in Erlangen, just north of 
Nurnberg, to get Talibah x-rayed. Money changed hands, and the 
consternation of the clinic staffers over the bullet wound evaporated. 
No lead fragments were found, and one of the clinic doctors insisted on 
bathing the wound with a sterile solution, then suturing the opening to 
prevent further contamination.  Mercifully, Talibah remained asleep, 
thanks to the drugs given her by the medics.

 From Erlangen, we headed west and north.  The long, uninterrupted 
stretch of Autobahn would have been boring under any other 
circumstances, except for the fact that Sun, Jun, and I were engrossed 
in exploring each other without saying a word.

I found that while the thoughts of the girls were always present, I 
could tune them out like background noise if I needed to concentrate on 
something.  I also learned the mental equivalent of tapping someone on 
the shoulder to get their attention.

My mind-mates had developed an informal etiquette over time, and it 
didn't take me long to see the sense in it.  We found many reasons to 
enjoy each other's 'company' and no one could prevent the others from 
'listening in' on their thoughts, but we never interrupted another's 
private musings except for emergencies.

I learned from them that while they could feel and control their own 
energies, and, if need be, detect the presence and location of an 
opponent's chi, they found my ability to 'see' the energies around me 
fascinating and unique.  My 'vision' apparently provided much more 
information about what was going on around us than their 'touch' analogy.

At times, I found it hard to concentrate, as the sexual tension among us 
was at a fever pitch.  The hormones that helped give them some of their 
superior strength and stamina raged within their systems in the wake of 
the recent battle, and they needed an outlet soon.  It was exciting and 
a little frightening to get a preview of the things they wanted to do 
with me when we finally got some privacy.  At the same time, I 
experienced their sexual tension almost as if it were my own, and it 
magnified my 'horniness' to a ten on the Erection scale!

Finally, the van left the Autobahn and wound its way through city 
streets, stopping, eventually, to let us out.

The room had already been taken in the name of Gemini Security, and I 
found that my small bag had been moved there from the hotel in Salzburg.

No sooner had the door closed behind us than Sun and Jun jumped me. 
Knowing that they were going to do so, however, allowed me to hold them 
off long enough to croak, "Shower!"

They grinned, mentally and physically, and clothes, weapons and 
harnesses littered the floor in a path from the room entry to the 
bathroom.  With the water heated to just the right temperature, we began 
the erotic process of bathing three horny, mind-connected people. The 
girls soaped me front and rear at the same time, making sure all 
critical parts got thoroughly clean, inside and out.  They took turns 
orally teasing my nipples, and I had a double-handful of cock as I 
stroked their petrified shafts.

Finally, Sun could take no more, and leaped upon my slippery torso, 
wrapping her legs around my waist.  As if it had eyes of its own, my 
cock found her dripping orifice, and Sun simply dropped upon it, 
impaling her small body on my engorged spear!

Jun, meanwhile, held onto my shoulders and pulled herself up my backside 
until her rod was nestled between my nether cheeks. I bent my knees, and 
Jun hooked her heels over my thighs to help support herself.  Since I 
was the only one with a free hand, I reached behind me and positioned 
her glans at the opening to my rectum.

What a tableau, and what a kaleidoscope of feelings!  Here I stood, 
supporting all three of us under the cascade of water from the shower, 
one lovely mind-mate riding my shaft like a jockey on a horse, while her 
sister held on like an ape in a tree as she plundered my fundament!  And 
the sensations! It was almost as though I had three cocks, two pussies 
and three asses, most of which were deliciously connected to others of 
'my' parts, and generating an overload of frictitious pleasure wherever 
they touched!

Our physical sensations and emotions created a feedback loop that 
threatened to overload our brains, and we were rapidly working ourselves 
to an explosion of cataclysmic proportions when something triggered an 
alarm in my chi.

Talk about coitus interruptus! Damn! Sun and Jun recognized the meaning 
of the gathering of several bodies outside our door, as 'seen' through 
our combined energy before I did, even though it was my mind that 'saw' 
them.

I was left under the shower while my reflexes fought with my sex drive 
and the girls, not bothering with clothes, sped from the bathroom, 
collecting discarded weapons as they went.  It was I, however, who 
thought of killing the lights.  Since all three of us had access to my 
'vision', darkness would work to our advantage.

I left the shower running, collected my Beretta and my sheathed Ka-bar 
(the switchblade I had taken off the thugs in Ipswich was still sticking 
out of Ghalib's chest, as far as I knew) , and stuffed my wet body into 
the closet near the entryway, leaving the closet door partly open.

Whoever they were, they had gotten a card-key coded for the room, so I 
was betting on CIA, but it didn't matter much as they slipped quietly 
into the darkened room, two going for the bathroom and the other three 
headed for the sleeping area. One remained on watch in the hallway.

I could 'see' Sun and Jun poised to strike, and figured that, unless the 
Chinese had more than the two super assasins that the girls had killed 
this afternoon, they would have no trouble with the three that were 
headed their way. I waited for their signal, which came silently through 
our private line, then quietly closed the door to the hall and slipped 
the security latch into place.  The two in the bathroom were 
concentrating on the still-running shower and heard nothing as I knocked 
out first one, then the other.

Sun and Jun already had the other three under control, so I turned off 
the shower, slipped the latch and quietly opened the door to the 
hallway.  The other guy was standing with his back to the door. He froze 
when he felt the cold, slightly damp, muzzle of my Beretta against his neck.

"Back up, slowly." I said quietly.

Once I had him in the room, I quickly disarmed him and took his 
communication gear.  Sun and Jun had already dressed and were binding 
the other five, so I left number six to them while I got some clothes on.

'We need to get out of here,' I thought at them, 'unless we want to be 
interrupted like this all night.'

They were busy collecting the contents of our captives' pockets, as well 
as communication devices, weapons, etc. They also snapped several 
pictures of each of the agents with a digital camera.

'They are, as you suspected, CIA.' came Jun's response.

'Let's hope the others are far enough away to give us a little time.' 
Said Sun, packing up our gear, and sweeping everything for bugs, for 
good measure.

'We'll take the conscious one for questioning before we let him go.' Sun 
replied.

We made good our escape before any more CIA showed up, taking number six 
with us.  He only tried to struggle once.  A quick punch to the kidneys, 
not too hard, showed him the folly of his ways.

In an alley a couple of blocks away, Sun swept us for bugs once more, 
finding one device on the agent.  She planted the tell-tale on a passing 
garbage truck and we made our way on foot about three blocks in the same 
direction that the garbage truck was travelling.  When the CIA found the 
truck, they would assume we had gone a different way, and not pay too 
much attention to the area along its path.

I got a room in a seedy hotel, dropped my bag on the bed then went out, 
asking the night clerk, in German, where a man might find some action 
this time of night.  The clerk was only too happy, for a few extra 
Euros, to direct me to a couple of places nearby.

I went into one of them and sipped a beer until Sun and Jun, dressed as 
tarts, showed up with a bleary eyed number six.  They had given him a 
shot to soften him up and make him look intoxicated as they waited for 
me. We went through the motions of a business transaction, and the other 
patrons watched jealously as I departed with the two lovely ladies and 
their drunken friend.

The night clerk gave me a knowing wink as we loudly 'helped' the drunken 
American up the stairs, laughing and making dirty jokes in German.  I 
could see him stroking himself under the counter thinking of the 
four-way sex we would have with the guy before we took his money and 
anything else of value.

I don't know what Sun and Jun gave the agent, but he had no inhibitions 
about answering their questions.

"Why is the CIA after us?" Jun asked.

"You killed two of our agents in Salzburg," he answered.

"Do you know what they were doing in Salzburg?" Sun pressed.

"Different team," he answered, swaying a little in his chair as he shook 
his head, "Different assignment."

"So, you have no idea what they were doing there?"

"We knew they had an Al-Qaeda guy on the string, so we figured it was 
something to do with that, 'specially since the Al-Qaeda guy was killed, 
too."

Jun took over the questioning. "And what about the other two bodies?"

"Unidentified," he answered. "Witnesses made them as Chinese."

"And you have no idea why they were there?"

Six shook his head again. "Might have been tourists, for all we know, 
though why someone would take their heads, I don't know."

"Well, let me fill in the blanks for you." I squatted in front of him to 
look him in the eye. "They were sent to kill these two ladies who are 
American Citizens.  Your guys set it up through their Al-Qaeda contact."

"No way!" Six shook his head violently. "Those were loyal agents!"

"No," I continued, "they were obedient agents who followed the orders 
that came to them from a couple of Congressmen the Chinese had in their 
pocket. That's what got them killed."

He started to protest again, but something stopped him. "Goddamn 
commies! I told 'em at the agency that all that money they were 
contributing to our politicians would cause trouble, but would they do 
anything? Nooooo!"

"We've got a deal for you," I told him, "You get the Company to back off 
and stop coming after us, and we won't spread the pictures we took of 
you and your buddies all over the internet, identifying you as agents."

"Hell," he said, "You don't need the threats.  I'll tell 'em it's a dead 
end and they'll believe me."

"What's your name, Marine?" I asked, noting the 'Semper Fi' tattoo just 
showing beneath his rolled-up sleeve.

He looked at me with a bit more clarity before answering. "McKenzie. 
Frank McKenzie. Gunnery Sergeant, retired."

"How did you get mixed up with the Company, Frank?" I asked.

"I was Recon, and damned good at it." He replied, "Some of the spooks in 
Desert Storm co-opted me for some special assignments and liked what 
they saw. The rest, as they say, is history."

I nodded. Some of those same guys had tried to recruit me after Desert 
Storm, but I didn't like taking orders from politicians then, any more 
than now, so I politely declined and separated when my time was up. 
Honorable discharge, with only about a third of the medals and 
commendations I was due listed on my discharge papers, for reasons of 
National Security.

Sun stuck a business card in his pocket. "In a week, if your agency 
still has questions, they can reach us here.  If you decide you don't 
like taking orders from this government, and need a safe place to land, 
you can find us there too."

He eyed her and Jun before replying, "You know the Company isn't going 
to let me just walk away."

"Our employer has a little influence with the US Government," Sun told 
him, "and after this, I suspect we'll have considerable leverage, as 
well, given that it was US Congressmen that helped the Chinese in this 
affair."

"Hell," McKenzie shrugged, "they'll just send somebody to make you and 
your evidence disappear. How do I know you can even protect yourselves, 
much less me?"

The three of us shared a glance and Jun replied for all of us. "Tonight 
there were three of us, six of you, and we were in the shower when you 
got there. There are two more like us back in California. You figure it 
out."

Sun gave him another shot to put him out for an hour or so, and once 
more we were on the street, laughing gaily, and counting paper Euros as 
we waved goodnight to the night clerk.  He would, we hoped, assume that 
we had already taken everything the guy had and leave him to sleep it off.

It was another hour before we found another place where the girls could 
get to the room unseen by anyone in the lobby.

By now, the sexual tension had reached a boiling point, but our weapons 
stayed close to hand as we hurriedly stripped.

'That's some early warning system you've got there, Darren!' Jun 'said', 
as she began using her sharp white teeth to devastating effect on my 
nipples.

'We would never have heard those men with the shower running,'  Sun 
injected as she swallowed my raging erection.

'That makes twice today that you've saved our lives,' I hadn't realized 
thoughts could harmonize, but theirs seemed to as they replied, 'and we 
want to give you a special treat as our way of saying thank you!'

Of course, as soon as the thought entered their heads, so did the 
visualization of what they had in mind.  It seemed that none of us would 
ever be able to surprise the others, but I wasn't complaining.  My 
response was to throw Jun face down on the bed.

I could not believe the lust that consumed this seemingly passionless 
beauty as she anticipated what was to come!  Her pussy was soft, warm, 
and sopping wet as I entered, and, to my surprise, drew a moan of 
pleasure from its owner as I stretched her.  My own moan echoed hers as 
I felt my(her) body impaled by that steel-hard shaft, but this was just 
the preliminary.  A few strokes, and I was well covered with lubricating 
fluids.

I didn't have to ask if Jun was ready. I(she) was pushing out in eager 
anticipation of my penetration.  Her little pink rosebud flowered open 
to accept me, and we groaned together at the shared sensation of sliding 
into her buttery, quivering innards, as well as that of being penetrated 
so deeply.

I cannot adequately describe the maelstrom of love, passion, lust, and 
physical sensation that our three way mental and physical coupling 
generated.  I rolled us on our sides, and Sun joined us, head to crotch 
with her sister.  The physical sensation of having two of 'my' cocks 
sucked, while feeling them sliding down two of 'my' throats amplified by 
my cock ravaging 'my' tiny ass was multiplied tenfold by the emotions 
emanating from my tiny, lusty lovers.

It could not last, of course.  The pressure was simply too great, the 
passion overwhelming.  In seconds, my rod exploded deep in Jun's butt 
and set off a chain reaction, as 'I' came two more times, swallowing two 
hot loads as a third burned into 'my' colon!  I had thought, somehow, 
that Sun and Jun would be accustomed to this, having had only each other 
for lovers for much of their lives.  Apparently, though, my presence in 
their mental and physical bond was as new and exciting for them as 
theirs for me.

Knowing their habits, I started to disengage from Jun, but she reached 
back and held me in place.  When I realized what they were up to, I 
waited with anticipation and more than a little nervousness.

Sun did an acrobatic flip, landing behind me with her head in the same 
direction as mine and almost as deftly inserted herself into my 
backside. While she waited for me to adjust, I reached around and played 
with her sister's teen-sized breasts with one hand while the other 
stroked her erection.

This lasted only moments, however.  As Sun began thrusting into me, Jun 
slid off my cock and turned to face me.  Her mouth captured mine and she 
swallowed my moans as her long slender cock slipped into the same 
orifice that Sun's already occupied. I was stretched wider than ever 
before, but the experience was just too wild to pass up, and I managed 
to accept both members inside me.

I was little more than a willing receptacle for the girls' lust as, 
together, they plundered my ass.  Inside that storm of lust and love, 
however, was exactly where I wanted to be, and would undoubtedly want to 
be again. There are no words in the English language that can come close 
to describing the churning cauldron of physical, emotional, and mental 
pleasures that swirled around the three of us!

At first, my lovely mind-mates took turns plunging into me, their hard, 
slender cocks flashing inward, then passing the other's inward stroke as 
they withdrew.  As the fever took us, however, their movements 
synchronized, and as if between them they shared one long, thick dick, 
they plowed together into my welcoming colon. We still lay on our sides, 
and the ankle of my upper leg rested on Jun's shoulder while the other 
stretched out between them. Jun's tongue ravaged my mouth as forcefully 
as their two cocks ravaged my ass, and I did the only thing I could.  I 
opened myself to them, willing them to use me as they would.

Use me, they did! Their passion plundered my mind while their cocks did 
things to my insides that I never thought possible.  Every stroke 
brought new experiences, and every incremental change in my lust fanned 
the flames of theirs to greater heights.  Once again our mutual lust 
exploded in a cataclysm to eclipse the greatest supernova!  My cock 
coated Jun and I with my discharge while the two of them filled my 
fundament to overflowing. It was over, but it would not stop! Spasm 
after spasm engulfed us until there was nothing left to expel, and still 
our bodies tried.

Finally, depleted physically and mentally, we fell into a deep sleep 
filled with strange dreams - dreams that held vivid images of things I 
had never even imagined before, much less seen.

Several hours later, I awoke to the sensation of something sliding out 
of me. Jun kissed me lightly, tenderly as she and Sun withdrew their 
wilted members.

"Wake up, Darren," she whispered. "It is the first day of the rest our 
life, and there is much to be done."

A shower, breakfast, and a quick trip to the bank.  Our weapons went 
into three separate safety deposit boxes.  I would not need them for my 
part of the next adventure, and Sun and Jun would be able to re-supply 
themselves when we got to our destination.

We arrived separately at the airport.  Sun and I had tickets on the same 
flight.  She, as a Chinese business-woman, smartly attired in a 
conservative suit, complete with glasses, naturally booked her ticket in 
business class.  I've never been one for frills, and since I was going 
as myself, my seat was in coach.

Jun bought a later ticket on another airline. The girls believed that 
arriving separately would help fool anyone who might be watching for 
them.  They also wanted to conduct an experiment.

Sun explained this to me from her seat about twenty rows forward of 
mine.  In the past, their connection had always weakened if they 
separated by more than a hundred miles or so, growing more tenuous the 
further apart they were.  As had been the case with Mei and Wei, at 
great distances all it did for them was let them know if the other was 
in danger or in pain.  They felt, though, that with me in the equation, 
the connection was somehow stronger, and wanted to test that theory.

Indeed, as Sun and I flew eastward, we were able to follow Jun's 
activities as she communicated with their base in California while 
waiting for her flight.  As we flew over India, we learned, through Jun, 
that Talibah had arrived safely and was being cared for by Steve 
Hastings doctors.

As our plane descended into Hong Kong, we were with Jun as she boarded 
her flight in Frankfurt, the 'signal' only slightly degraded from when 
we had physically been together.

As I boarded my continuing flight to Beijing, my mind was with Sun on 
her motorbike, headed North through Kowloon and the New Territories, and 
with Jun, who slept peacefully in her seat aboard a flight bound for 
Shanghai.

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