Marc 15: Enter the Psylons
Sexy super agents with psychic powers.
Some backstory (as told to me by Chastity and Paul on the car ride from the airport to the secret compound):
Right after 9/11, the U. S. Government had an excess of funds for military research. Pretty much anything the intelligence community wanted, they got. One nameless top agent at the CIA decided it was time to pull the old psychic research project out of mothballs.
One hundred young people, fifty men and fifty women, between the ages of eighteen and twenty-one were selected for the Psylon Project, and sent to a top-secret training and research facility. All had rated high on tests of intuition, ESP, empathy, and mental stability.
A regimen of training, drug therapies and testing opened up the minds of these incredible young people to powers never seen before. Scientists conjectured that the powers lay dormant in most humans but were a part of the mind rarely accessed because of the brain’s structure.
The test subjects’ regimen also included physical fitness, weapons, and military intelligence training. These super agents were called Psylons.
But something went wrong.
The drugs that opened their minds also enhanced the libidos of these young people, particularly affecting the amygdala and lateral orbitofrontal cortex.
A hunger — a craving for sex — developed in each of them over time that was much greater than the standard sex drive of a young adult. A pull to engage in intercourse that could not be denied, getting stronger until the hunger was satisfied, with dire side effects if denied for even a short period of time. Dizziness, confusion, loss of motor skills, and increasing pain were the symptoms of hunger overdose. And sex was the only cure.
The research facility turned into an orgy of sexual activity. Dr. Lance Morris, the project’s director, tried everything he could to suppress the hunger.
It was discovered that proximity had a direct effect on the Psylons. Because of their psychic connections, desire in one, created a feedback loop that would affect any other Psylon around them, and could easily spread throughout the complex. And the sex they were having with each other, while immediately satisfying, only cause the hunger to grow back faster.
Drugs, therapy, suppression…nothing worked. The intensity of sexual activity in the compound, and the constant feedback loop it created within each of the Psylons brought the project to crisis level. In the end, the solution was to isolate the Psylons from each other as much as possible.
They were scattered across the country, each to their own city with specialized CIA handlers.
Paul became one of Chastity’s handlers and helped mold the program moving forward.
Points Club was originally set up by the CIA to help the Psylons get the sex they need on a regular basis — finding the right people and the right situations for Psylons to sate their constant hunger, while also benefiting the non-Psylon members of the club.
The CIA was having trouble hiding the funds needed for prostitutes, and as the club soon became self-funding, the senators on the intelligence committee hid their connections and faded into the background, except for those who secretly became club members.
You can follow the continuing adventures of the Psylons in Tantalizing Tales, where I post a weekly update ever Thursday. Start your journey here:
After arriving at the secret base, Chastity, Paul, and I met with Lance Morris. The base was a beehive of activity.
“I thought the program was shut down,” I asked.
“It was,” Lance said. “But the Psylons have been proving effective in the field, and Langley wanted more. We’ve had some…losses.”
“How many have we lost?” Chastity asked.
Lance’s brow furrowed. “Thirty-seven of the original one-hundred Psylons. Some were casualties of their missions, but most were taken by the hunger before we could get the Points Club project running. So, we’ve restarted the program, this time with just twenty subjects. We’re taking things much slower and testing more at every level, trying to produce an agent with psychic powers but without the hunger.”
“Any success,” Paul asked.
Lance shrugged. “It’s too early to tell, but there is one thing I’d like to test, as long as Chastity is up for a challenge.
Chastity smiled. “You know I’m always up for just about anything.”
What was Chastity’s challenge? Click ahead to the next post to find out.
Stay sexy,
Marc
