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Body Guards II: Stolen Secrets - Chapter 12 (MH, HfH, HMH, oral, anal, toys)
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Jun and I, at my place, were basking in the afterglow of a vast, 
cataclysmic orgasm that, once again, propagated sympathetic orgasms to 
the other G-girls.  Wei, who was on duty at Hastings' company, and Mei, 
who was on call at his house, chided us mildly for distracting them from 
their duties.

Stephanie, for a change, seemed to have slept right through the whole 
thing. The more I thought about it, the stranger her mental absence from 
our coupling seemed.  She really was an avid voyeur, especially when Jun 
and I made love and it seemed odd that she had not come along for this 
ride with us.  I lightly touched her mind, being cautioned by the others 
not to wake her, that she was probably just sleeping deeply.  To my 
surprise, though she remained asleep, Steph seemed no longer to be in 
the Hastings house, or even on its grounds!

My alarm transmitted itself quickly to the others, and Mei went to 
Stephanie's room to check on her, only to find that she was not in her bed!

As Jun and I hurriedly dressed, and Sun disentangled herself from her 
boss and his wife, Mei checked the video tapes from the security 
console, only to find a crucial fifteen minute period erased from them. 
  We tried 'shouting' at Stephanie's mind to wake her up, with no 
result.  SOMETHING was keeping her asleep - drugs, coma, none of the 
possibilities boded well for Stephanie.

Now REALLY alarmed, Jun and I raced toward the Hastings estate.  Our 
position changed relative to Stephanie as we barreled down the freeway, 
and I realized that Stephanie was moving northward, probably up I101. 
The fact that my own change in position helped clarify hers gave Jun the 
idea to use the three different positions of ourselves, Mei, and Wei to 
help pinpoint Stephanie's location by triangulation.  Of course, without 
a mental map on which to overlay the information, all we could really 
get was a mental estimate of distance and direction, but when she 
stopped briefly, it seemed to be at or near the San Francisco airport.

Drugged and kidnapped. How had we let this happen? An undertone of guilt 
tinged the businesslike manner in which our training kept us moving, and 
I realized that all of us felt we had let Steph down, none moreso than Wei.

By the time we arrived at the Hastings estate, two choppers were warming 
up with Sun and Mei at the controls.  Wei, though torn apart by the fact 
that her daughter was missing, presumably kidnapped, nonetheless 
followed her programming and remained behind to handle security at the 
estate and at the company, just in case this was a diversion for another 
attack on the premises.

Jun and I separated, Jun going in the helicopter with Sun, and I with 
Mei.  We each took a different route up the peninsula, Confirming, by 
our separation as we flew northward, that Stephanie was at the airport. 
Anticipating the need, Jun called ahead and had the ground crews flight 
check two of the Hastings' Lear jets.

Sure enough, as our helicopters touched down, a charter plane took off, 
and from the way Steph's chi moved, she had to be on board.  Sun and Mei 
bullied the flight controllers into giving us emergency takeoff 
clearance, and in minutes we were hot on the trail of the charter craft, 
tracking by radar and by Steph's chi from a distance that was unlikely 
to cause the other pilot alarm, while the girls fended off attempts from 
the controllers to get information about our flight plan.

As we cleared Bay Area airspace and headed Southeast, Wei informed us 
that she had determined from human witnesses and other information who 
the likely culprit was.

'It was Frank, Darren.' Wei's thought carried only information where I 
might have expected bitter accusation.

'Shit!' I thought back. 'How could he have fooled us so completely?'

'I don't think he did.' Mei joined in. 'None of us have seen much of him 
since Talibah moved off the estate, and it's likely that someone got to 
him while we weren't looking.'

'Maybe you're right,' I replied, 'but I'm going to damn sure find out 
when I catch up to him!'

'First see that my daughter is returned safely, Darren.' Wei's thought 
this time was weighted with both motherly concern and a strong sense of 
duty. 'Then you can go after Frank.'

'Of course, Wei.' I replied, chastised.

On a whim, I dialed Frank's cell phone. To my surprise, he answered.

"What's going on, Jarhead?" I asked casually.

"Can't talk, squid." He replied tensely. "Hoped it would take you longer 
to figure it out. Sorry, but they've got Talibah."

The line went dead as Frank broke the connection from the other end.  I 
should have known a former CIA agent would realize that a call like that 
in the middle of the night was out of character, but he gave me SOME 
information, anyway. Wei, having 'eavesdropped' on the conversation, was 
already dispatching people to the McKenzie residence to see if they 
could verify his story.  Meanwhile, she had begun the process of tapping 
into the cellular service computers to locate Frank's phone.  He had to 
have known we would do that, so I had to believe he answered so we'd 
know his phone was on.  I hoped I was right.

A couple of hours later, the charter touched down at a private strip in 
Texas, about midway between Austin and Dallas.  A brief 'discussion' 
brought us to the conclusion that we needed to try to stay as close to 
Stephanie as possible, so Jun and I donned parachutes and dove into the 
night sky while Sun and Mei went in search of a place to land.

Jun and I waited until the last second to pop our chutes, then steered 
them behind the low hills near the airstrip where the plane carrying 
Steph had landed.  On a whim, I gave her another 'shout' as we stowed 
our canopies and set out across country, maintaining enough distance 
between us to ensure a reasonable fix on Stephanie's position.  To our 
immense relief, I got a muddled 'Darren?' back.

'Stephanie!' I thought at her. 'Are you all right?'

'I can't move, Darren!' She seemed more alert, but still groggy. 'What's 
happening? It's dark where I am!'

'You've been kidnapped Steph, but Jun and I are nearby, and Sun and Mei 
aren't far behind.' I told her.

'Can you sense anything about what's happening around you, Stephanie?' 
Jun's training was stronger than mine and she hadn't forgotten our purpose.

'I'm moving...' Stephanie replied, and I sensed her own training at the 
hands of the girls kicking in. 'I hear an engine, like an airplane 
propeller, and feel some vibration. Now we've stopped, and I hear 
something. It sounds like a big door closing.  You know one of those 
humongous rolling doors.  From the echoes, I'm guessing that we're 
inside whatever the door closes.'

'Probably a hangar.' Jun speculated. 'You must be still on the plane and 
it's just taxied into a hangar. Yes, I can see a hangar with the doors 
closing.'

I saw it too and Jun and I made our way down the hill, keeping invisible 
but using the available cover to minimize the chance that anyone would 
note the effects of our passing on the surrounding vegetation.  Jun kept 
Stephanie occupied giving us a running commentary on what was happening 
around her.

'I hear voices!' She informed us. 'Now I'm being picked up. I can see 
light through my eyelids. I'm playing dead like you taught me, Aunt Mei. 
  They seem to think I'm still unconscious. I'm being carried down some 
steps and I sense seven people nearby, four more not too far away, and 
three, no five, that are probably outside the building.'

Steph allowed her eyes to open to slits and we looked through them with 
her. We had to calm her quickly when she recognized Frank among her 
captors - apparently the only one who wasn't armed. Steph passed through 
a doorway and her signal got suddenly weaker, but we could still 'speak' 
with her.

The G-girls said this was how it used to be when great distance 
separated them from their sisters. Jun and I had planned to wait for Mei 
and Sun, who had just landed at a small commercial airport about ten 
miles away, before going in, but the threat of losing contact with 
Stephanie made us decide to take a chance.

We stayed invisible and alert for any sign of sensors or video 
surveillance, but detected none. A pedestrian door stood open next to 
the closed aircraft door of the hangar, and we slipped in undetected. 
 From what we had seen through Steph's eyes, she had been taken through 
a small door at one side of the cavernous hangar, and we made straight 
for it.  There were armed guards in the hangar but they seemed unaware 
of our presence.

Pausing at the open doorway, we glanced inside only to find a bare, 
empty room with a couple of chairs and an open doorway beyond. 
Something was odd about the room, but we pushed that aside as we made 
our way toward the other door.  The room was free of electronics and 
seemed not to offer a threat.

I was in the lead, about halfway across the room, when I felt something 
give under my foot, and my chi felt mechanical things moving in the 
floor and walls.  My mind was already screaming 'TRAP' when heavy panels 
slammed down over both doors and our connection to the other G-girls and 
Stephanie was instantly cut off.

'Faraday cage...' I had just time enough to realize as a loud hissing 
came from the walls.

'Gas!' Jun thought.

Thanks to the G-girls training, I sucked enough relatively clean air in 
my lungs to keep me alive before the gas permeated the air in the room, 
then, with Jun, slumped to the floor feigning unconsciousness.  Jun and 
I lay there, calming our metabolisms and preserving the oxygen stored in 
our lungs for upwards of three minutes before vents opened in the sides 
of the room and the gas exhausted with a rush of clean air.

I tested the air and suffered no ill effects, so we concentrated on 
breathing like unconscious people while armed men collected us and bound 
us with hand and ankle cuffs to the steel chairs we had seen in the 
room.  I was tempted to try to take these guys on, but Jun 'talked' me 
out of it, suggesting that we learn what we could before we made our 
move.  That would give Sun and Mei time to get here and be available if 
we needed them.

Thinking about it, I realized that she was right.  Whoever laid this 
trap knew at least some of our capabilities.  They had used no 
electronic devices that we had already proven capable of defeating, 
resorting, instead, to harder-to-detect mechanical traps.  Furthermore, 
the use of a Faraday cage to block our communication with the others 
spoke of at least a suspicion of our mental connection.

We had to assume that these people knew everything Frank McKenzie knew 
or guessed about our abilities, and while that was more than most, there 
might be some things he hadn't been able to deduce from observing our 
practices with Master Sung.

Thinking of Master Sung's lessons, however, Jun and I remembered one of 
his favorite mantras at about the same time: "All things have energy..."

Without consciously deciding, Jun began exploring the mechanisms of the 
cuffs binding us to the chairs while I probed the floor, walls, and 
ceiling to see if I could ferret out some clues about how to defeat the 
room's traps and get us out of here.

The metallized walls and floor, whose sheen had been what I found odd on 
entering, made it a bit difficult to get to the mechanisms behind that 
shield, but careful searching revealed some small chinks in that armor. 
  I found, for instance, that I could send a small portion of my chi 
along the electrical wiring from the outlets in the room.  As I was 
exploring the electrical network, I chanced upon a faint thread of 
Stephanie's chi.  Following that through the wiring was tricky, but 
eventually I found a set of wires that seemed to be in or near the same 
room where Steph, in some anguish, was reporting our loss to Sun, Mei 
and Wei.  With some effort, I managed to project enough of my chi to 
re-establish a tenuous connection.

'Steph!' I 'shouted' to get her attention. 'Stephanie!'

'Darren?!' Stephanie's 'voice' was very faint, but clear. 'Where are 
you? Is Aunt Jun okay?'

'We're both all right.' I told her. 'You remember that small room they 
carried you through when you first left the hangar? That was a trap set 
up especially for us. It's shielded against our mental communication so 
I'm having to do this through the electrical wiring, and I don't know 
how long I can maintain the connection, so pay attention. I can't 'see' 
the mechanism of the doors because of the shielding, so I need you to 
see if you can manipulate the mechanism from the outside.'

'I can't, Darren!' She cried. 'Don't you remember? You're the one with 
the 'vision' that we all borrowed.  Luckily, my own connection with the 
others didn't break when I lost connection with you, but all that other 
stuff came from you!'

'Damn!' I had gotten so accustomed to all of us being able to do the 
same things that I had forgotten that the others used my ability to 
'see' with my chi to accomplish a lot of what they did. 'All right.  Be 
sure to let Sun and Mei know about that room. Jun and I will find a way 
to get out of it. Let me know when they get here, and we'll use you to 
coordinate with them, if we can.'

'Okay, Darren.'

I kept a thread of my chi extended to Steph, but it was hard work 
communicating that way, so I left it dormant and started exploring the 
doors to our prison.  I could detect hints of the mechanism through the 
minute cracks around the edges, but it wasn't until the inner door 
opened that I managed to see that it was operated by a system of counter 
weights. While the door was raised, I quickly 'wedged' a bit of my chi 
into the mechanism, which, when the door closed again, preserved the 
tiniest sliver of a chink in the armor of the room.  Not much, but it 
would allow me operate the counterweights from inside and open the door 
at any time.

"That gas should have worn off by now." A familiar voice said. "Why 
aren't they awake?"

"They are." That was Frank. "They're just faking it, aren't you Darren?"

I saw no reason to continue the charade so I raised my head and 
answered, "Well, well! Dreams DO come true! How nice to see you again, 
Mr. EX-Vice President! I was afraid, after our meeting in the White 
House, that you wouldn't accept my invitation!"

"I don't know what you're so happy about, boy!" The ex-VP said. "I've 
got you by the shorthairs, and if you ever want to see Hastings' 
daughter alive again, you and this little Chinese bimbo will do exactly 
as I say! Where are the other three?"

One of the things I was so happy about was that I had just felt the 
catches on my cuffs release, and I knew that Jun, having mentally picked 
the locks, could be free in an instant, too, but there was one thing we 
needed to do before we could take on these guys.

"Where is Stephanie?" I asked, putting more anxiety in my voice than I 
felt. "You're not getting anything from either of us until I know she's 
okay!"

"Oh, she's okay, for now." He smiled evilly. "But if you don't 
cooperate, I'll turn these boys loose and let them have some fun with 
her before I cut her tongue out and ship her off to a Mexican whorehouse."

"You'll understand if I don't quite believe you." I replied. I believed 
he would do what he said, all right, but my role required that I insist 
on seeing Stephanie, and that was okay for the plan that was beginning 
to form in my mind.  I hoped Mei and Sun had made good time from the 
airport where they landed. "I'll just need to see her for myself to 
verify that she's all right."

"Tell him she's all right, McKenzie." He turned to the former CIA agent.

"He's got no reason to believe me, either." Frank said. "If you want 
anything from these two, I suggest you bring the girl here so they can 
see that she's all right."

The former VP nodded at one of the armed thugs near the door, and I 
noticed, before his body obscured what he was doing, that he opened a 
hidden panel beside the door.  My chi followed his movements as he 
operated the mechanism that would raise the heavy door, then slipped out.

I got a bit better handle on how the door operated, and thought I had it 
under control by the time the guy returned with Steph in tow, her hands 
cuffed behind her.

'You okay, Steph?' I asked mentally to get a better answer than I would 
when I asked verbally, for the benefit of the watchers.

'I'm okay, but this creep copped a feel on the way here.' she returned.

'Where are Sun and Mei?' Jun was all business, and her demeanor reminded 
Steph and I that we still had work to do.

'They are outside the Hangar.' Steph answered. 'But I told them not to 
come in the way you did, so they're looking for another way in. It's 
harder when they can't be invisible, but they haven't forgotten their 
old skills.'

'We want to try to find out if anyone else is involved in this before we 
act.' Jun told her. 'I have unlocked your cuffs, but wait for our signal 
before you do anything.'

'Okay.'

All this took place as Stephanie allowed herself to be, seemingly 
reluctantly, brought to stand in front of us.

"Are you all right, Stephanie?" I asked in words what was expected of me.

"This ASSHOLE..." Standing there in her Kim Possible PJs, she stomped on 
the guard's instep for emphasis, then kicked him in the shin.  Her bare 
feet made these futile gestures, but they were just for show, anyway. 
"Felt me up on the way here! I think you should kick his ass!"

"I'll do that as soon as I'm done here, Steph." I promised, and meant it.

"So what's this all about, Shithead?" I asked, turning back to the 
former VP.

"You cost me everything, boy," the ex-Veep replied, "now it's time for a 
little payback on you and that Hastings ass that helped you!"

"Uh, excuse me, sir." Frank butted in, "I've done everything you asked 
of me, now will you keep your end of the deal?"

The former Veep told one of the other guards, "Yeah, give him back his 
girlfriend and let 'em go, and if either of 'em turns around before 
they're out of sight, shoot 'em."

The guy followed Frank from the room. I don't know if he did it 
intentionally, but Frank had managed to reduce the odds against us for a 
few minutes.

"Bullshit!" I told the ex-VP, continuing where Frank interrupted, "You 
might want revenge, but you wouldn't go to all this trouble unless you 
could profit from it.  What is it that you want?"

"You don't get it, do you?" The balding, former corporate exec hissed, 
leaning over me. "You do-gooder types can never see beyond the ends of 
your noses! You can't see the big picture!"

"Well why don't you fill it in for me?" I sneered.

It got me backhanded, but, as I hoped, it set his ego off.

"Darren!" Stephanie cried, struggling against her captor.

'It's okay, baby.' I thought at her, 'Just wait. In a minute he's going 
to tell me what I want to know.'

She struggled a bit more, for show, but subsided when no further blows 
were forthcoming.

"You want the big picture?" The Veep spat. "How's this for the big 
picture? In a few short decades, this damn planet will be completely out 
of oil, and the next world war will be fought over the dregs!  You 
stupid, short-sighted DEMOCRATS" he spat the word like it tasted bad, 
"don't see that or just don't care.  First, millions will be killed in 
the fighting. Then hundreds of thousands will lose their jobs, the 
global economy will collapse, and we'll be in the worst depression the 
world has ever seen! THAT's what we were trying to prevent!"

"By starting early?" I asked mildly.  "What you were trying to do was 
make as much profit for you and your buddies, and the President and HIS 
buddies as you possibly could so YOU and your families wouldn't be so 
hard hit by the coming turmoil. You don't give a rat's ass what happens 
to the rest of the world, as long as you can sit there fat, dumb and 
happy, watching it on your wall-size high definition TV."

"So what?" He raged. "Why shouldn't we make a little profit out of it? 
We're the ones with the vision to see it coming! Why shouldn't we make 
sure we don't get caught up in it?"

"Yeah, I can see you and that little pipsqueak who pretended to be 
President laughing it up while the world goes to hell in a handbasket!" 
I pretended my own rage to feed his. "If you two believed all that 
religious claptrap you fed the public, you'd be shaking in your boots 
right now!"

A strange smile settled over the portly politician's face. "Oh you 
actually think that little bastard had any part in this?  He was a 
popular little puppet, I'll give him that, but he didn't have any more 
of a clue than you do! It was me and the DCOS - the Deputy Chief of 
Staff - that cooked this plan up. We pulled all the strings! That idiot 
couldn't think his way out of a paper bag, but he was very likeable, and 
willing to do whatever we told him to do, just so he could be king for a 
day."

"So where's your partner in crime?" I asked. "Why isn't he here to gloat 
with you?"

"He'll be along in a minute." The Veep replied. "Meanwhile, I want you 
to tell me two things:  Where are the other three Chinese girls that act 
as security for Hastings, and how did you get the information you used 
against us?"

"Two of the others will be along shortly to help us kick your collective 
asses." I shrugged, not really giving anything away, since they would 
have guessed we hadn't come alone. "Before I tell you anything else, 
though, Mr. Big Picture, I have a question for you: While you're on this 
holy quest to save the world from the coming disaster, why haven't you 
been using the technological might of this great nation, and some of 
that money you've been making to develop alternative energy sources?"

"That's none of your damn business!" He replied, turning red.

Just then, the door opened and another familiar person stepped in - the 
former Deputy Chief of Staff.

"Well, well!" I said jovially. "Looks like we've got a quorum! Shall we 
call the meeting to order?"

"Have they told you anything?" The DCOS asked. On seeing the former VP's 
head shake, he continued. "Didn't think they would.  Get her clothes off!"

He turned as he spoke, to the guy guarding Stephanie, so he didn't see 
me hook the open end of my wrist cuffs through the former VP's throat 
and rip out his windpipe, carotids, and a couple of pounds of fat.

"A few months ago," I told him as he collapsed, "I gave you a new lease 
on life. Your lease is now expired."

Jun took the nearest guard, and, just as the DCOS turned to see what was 
going on, Steph dropped to her knees and punched her guard in the nuts, 
then calmly took his weapon and shot him in the head. Anyone watching 
would have thought she was a cold-blooded monster child, standing over 
the guy in her PJs, ready to shoot again if needed.  Only Jun and I knew 
how much that cost her.  She was strong, though, and I knew she would 
hold up until we were safely away.

I wanted to take a little longer at it, but as Wei had pointed out, our 
first priority was Steph's safety, so I snapped the DCOS' neck then 
turned my attention to the door. Jun handed me the sidearm she had taken 
off the fallen guard on her side as we charged the opening door, turning 
invisible as we went.  There was a guard in each direction as I dove 
through the door followed closely by Jun.

I snapped two shots at the guy on my end, catching him in the head and 
neck where his body armor couldn't protect him. Jun got her guy with a 
short burst from the automatic weapon she had taken from the guard 
inside. Steph, not as busy as Jun and I, resumed her customary role as 
liaison and caught Sun, Mei and Wei up on our location and situation. I 
heard automatic weapon fire from outside as Stephanie guided us mentally 
to an exit she had seen as the guard brought her to our prison.  I left 
Steph there in Jun's care as I went back in to help clean out this rat's 
nest.

Sun, accompanied by Frank, joined me and we swept the place room by 
room, building by building. Soon there were no living occupants of the 
facility.  One guy managed to get away in a Humvee, barelling down the 
road in the direction of Crawford.  We didn't much care.  The 
ringleaders were dead, and no one was going to be calling the cops in to 
ask why.  If there were other members of this little conspiracy, it 
wouldn't hurt for them to know that they had failed disastrously - again.

We took the hard drives from each of the computers we found, and boxed 
up some paper files that looked interesting, then piled into the pickup 
that Sun and Mei had borrowed at the small airport where they landed, 
leaving the Lear jets for collateral.

We gave the pickup's owner a couple of hundred to cover wear and tear 
and gas, then headed back to California.  It wasn't until we were 
airborne that we finally got to catch up with each other.  Frank and 
Talibah were with Mei and I, while Stephanie boarded the other jet with 
Sun and JUn.

I wasted no time on pleasantries, and I knew Frank wouldn't expect them.

"All right, Frank," I said, "let's have it."

"They got Talibah shortly after she moved in with me." He didn't mince 
words either. "Told me that if I wanted her back, I would have to help 
them out. I figured you guys would be able to handle them, so I gave 
them stuff they should have been able to figure out for themselves. 
They already knew about you guys disappearing and being able to defeat 
sensors and video surveillance, so I didn't figure I was giving them 
anything when I told 'em about that stuff."

"And Stephanie?" I prompted.

"Like I said, I figured you guys could take them, so I didn't think 
she'd be in much danger." He shrugged, deadpan, but from his chi I could 
feel his guilt and embarrassment.

The conference between Steph, the G-girls, and I took only a fraction of 
a second, but there was no question about the outcome.

"You're alive right now, Frank," I told him, "because you left us clues, 
and helped out after you got Talibah away. You're now unemployed because 
you didn't have enough faith in us to come to us when they first took 
Talibah. We can't afford to have that kind of vulnerability on the team."

I held his gaze, but I think it was a better outcome than he expected, 
and he didn't protest.

"I wouldn't have blamed you if you decided to launch me out of the plane 
without a parachute." He said. "I screwed up, and I guess I'm lucky you 
guys don't have uncontrollable tempers. Thanks, squid."

Talibah's background too, had led her to expect the worst and she smiled 
gratefully at me.  Rather than sit there trying to think of something to 
say when there really was nothing else to say, I joined Mei in the 
cockpit and 'listened' in as Jun walked Stephanie through the trauma of 
having killed her first man.

It was, to my way of thinking, a surprisingly easy transition, but the 
the girls had done a thorough job of preparing her for the possibility 
that she might someday have to kill someone.  The earlier experience of 
having watched as the girls and her father killed the guy who tried to 
kidnap her in the park also helped, since she had already integrated 
that.  It didn't hurt that she could see and feel that each of us 
believed wholeheartedly what Jun was telling her, and that it wasn't 
just said to calm her down.

By the time we got back to SFO and helicoptered back to Hastings' estate 
(we left Frank and Talibah to take a taxi), Sun, Jun, and Mei were 
feeling the strain of excess hormones, and Steph and I went along for 
the ride.

A quick report to Hastings and hugs and kisses between Steph and her 
father and his wife, and we retired, with apologies, to the room the 
G-girls shared when they weren't in someone else's bed.

Mei joined Jun and I on one bed while Sun took little Stephanie to the 
other. Clothing and weapons littered every horizontal surface as we 
dispensed with any pretense at seduction.

'Poor' little Stephanie, lying on her back, swallowed Sun's rod like a 
pro, while her aunt's tongue got busy stirring up her honeypot.  I 
watched this from between Jun's thighs as we deep-throated each other 
and Mei lubed my backside.  It felt like coming home as Mei slid deeply 
into me, and I buried my nose in Jun's pubic hair while two fingers from 
each hand probed her eager orifices.  Jun moaned around my cock as the 
first of many orgasms took her.

I swallowed that load without thought, and knew there would be others. 
The night was long and the forecast was for clouds of passion with 
occasional showers of cum!  I don't know if I can even remember all the 
combinations we tried in our lust for each other, but flashes stand out 
in my memory: Stephanie face down on the bed, cumming and wailing like a 
banshee as Mei pumped her ass for all she was worth, and Sun and Jun, 
together, screwed the daylights out of me:  Kissing Jun over Steph's 
shoulder as the young lady bit my neck, cumming again, sandwiched 
between us while Mei screwed Jun's pussy from behind and Sun plumbed my 
depths.  Making sweet love to Jun, her legs hooked on my shoulders and 
our tongues intertwined while we mentally 'watched' Sun and Mei 
double-ending Stephanie.

Jun and I were still at it, enjoying a langorous missionary fuck, when 
Stephanie, having emptied her other two aunts, strapped on a dildo and 
climbed on my back, slipping the plastic phallus deeply into my colon, 
then resting there as Jun and I worked slowly toward our climax.  This 
one, with much of our hormone driven lust abated, was deep, slow, and 
sweet, and Steph, mostly just using her dildo as extra stimulation for 
me, nonetheless shuddered through her own climax with us.

'Thank you all!' Steph thought at us dreamily. 'I know it's your job to 
protect me, but I know that you love me, too, and a girl can't get much 
luckier than that!'

None of us had to tell Stephanie how guilty we felt for having created 
the situation that led to her kidnapping, and for allowing it to happen. 
  She knew.  I guess this was her way of forgiving us.

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