Psylons 2: Mission Insatiable
Nick and Joanne entered the casino dressed to kill although they hoped it wouldn’t come to that.
In our last episode Joanne met Nick, who was to be her partner for this, their upcoming mission.
Psylons — Sexy super-spies with Psychic powers. Created in a secret government lab, the Psylons fight international criminals and their ever present hunger for sex. Follow their adventures here on Tantalizing Tales, with a new episode every Thursday.
Nick had trouble keeping his eyes off the sleek LBD Joanne was wearing. So sexy it had triggered his hunger reaction even though they’d had sex earlier that day.
The hunger was a side effect of his treatment that kicked a Psylon’s libido into high gear. His cock hardened, forcing him to do a discrete adjustment.
“That good, huh?” Joanne smirked.
It didn’t surprise him she’d noticed. She was one of the CIA’s best agents. She noticed everything. “Yeah, you look that good.” There was no reason to lie. Maybe when this mission was over, he could invent an excuse to stick around for a bit and get to know her better.
His gaze was pulled from Joanne to the stunning woman who strode toward them. There was determination in her stride, but delight sparkled in her eyes.
Here she comes, he sent in a mental message to Joanne.
The Countess Anastasia Petrov was everything her dossier had hinted at, though the picture included hadn’t done the woman justice. Young, beautiful, sexy, and dangerous.
Nick touched her mind carefully, looking for any sign she had protections in place for his psychic abilities.
She looked him up and down, a devilish smile spreading across her full lips. “You’ve been sent by the agency for me?” she asked, her Russian accent clear but not heavy.
Nick and Joanne both nodded. They had been sent by an agency, but not the agency that usually sent the countess her playthings.
“Excellent,” the Countess proclaimed. “I don’t believe I’ve had you two before.”
“We’re new, but we’ve been briefed,” Joanne interjected.
A spike of pleasure ran through the countess’ mind. For some reason she liked that Joanne had answered and not Nick.
Still, nothing reflected in her face. “This way,” she said imperiously, spinning on her heel and strutting toward the private elevator specifically set aside for her alone in the casino.
The lift took them directly to the penthouse apartment she frequented when she visited the United States. Immediately upon entering, she took control.
She pointed to Nick, her gaze traveling up and down his body. “You will strip naked, now.”
Nick started to undress as she spun on Joanne. “You? Not yet.”
The countess always ordered a male and a female plaything from an exclusive agency that provided such services. The CIA had simply intercepted her request in time to plant Nick and Joanne in the casino.
Earlier in the day, the countess had stole a top-secret device, by Russian agents, and it was Joanne and Nick’s mission to retrieve it from her before it could leave the country.
Once naked, Nick stood at attention awaiting her instructions. Interrogation of her previous playthings had revealed that the countess never used safe words and that any deviation from her commands was met with brutal retribution. Often, she would return her merchandise in damaged condition. The CIA was hopeful that Nick, with his new powers, could mitigate any such circumstances this time and still fulfill their mission.
The countess confronted Nick once he was naked. She took his erect cock in her hand and stroked him.
Nick scanned her mind looking for any indications he should do something. She was easy to read. Her mind was wide open without any blocks. This one will be fun to watch, he picked up from her surface thoughts.
He dug deeper, looking for the location of the stolen device.
From a side table, the countess selected a dog collar with a leash attached and buckled it around Nick’s neck. “Now, you will be a good boy, won’t you?”
She expected a reply, so he gave her one. “Yes, ma’am.”
“Then, down on all fours. Now!” She handed the other end of the leash to Joanne. “Take him for a walk into the next room, my dear.”
Joanne, as per the assignment, did as she was told. Follow the countess’ orders until you can’t, the mission brief has read. That left them some wiggle room.
From his vantage point, Nick could see up Joanne’s short dress. The skimpy, black lace panties she wore and the way her hips swayed as she walked sent a jolt of desire coursing through his loins. Yeah, he would definitely have to come up with an excuse to stick around a while after their mission.
The room they entered was designed to look like a medieval dungeon, complete with faux stone on the walls. The chains hanging from the ceiling and the selection of torture devices lining the wall gave him a moment’s pause.
“Surely they told you what to expect,” the countess said, giving his ass a slap.
At one end of the chamber, a grand throne sat with an elegantly embroidered seat cushion. The countess strode by him and ascended the dais and sat. Her eyes blazed with intent. She looked regal and in command. “Chain him to that,” she said, pointing.
Nick hadn’t dipped his toes into the BSDM scene, and this device took him by surprise. An X of varnished wood planks held manacles for hands and feet. A hole drilled through the juncture of the planks was obviously meant for his cock to be stuck through. A locking device secured his cock and balls in place, sticking out the other side.
Joanne secured his hands and feet with the shackles, then locked in his package with the specially designed shackle.
She sent him a thought message. God, Nick, are you okay with this?
I’ll live, he sent back. At least he hoped he would.
“Now.” The countess’s gaze traveled to Joanne. “You will strip seductively for him. Take your time. Touch him. Jack him. Play with him.”
Her gaze then snapped to Nick. “But beware, pet. Do not cum. Do you hear me. You are not to cum!”
There was an element of derision for the male gender seated firmly in her mind. Oh yeah, this would be torture.
Joanne was sexy as hell. His hunger was already pushing him into sexual overdrive.
Joanne looked dubious.
Do as she says, he sent to her. I’ll hold out as long as I can.
Joanne reached back and slid the zipper down the back of her dress, then let the thin material drop to puddle at her feet. The sexy, black lace underwear set she wore had Nick’s cock pulsing hard. She was so damn sexy.
“Do you like this?” she asked.
Nick could only nod, clenching his teeth against the orgasm that already threatened.
Joanne strode up to him, wrapping her hand around his cock. But she didn’t actually grasp him. Keeping her hand slightly open, she rubbed up and down his shaft. Yes, she occasionally grazed his flesh, but it wasn’t as bad as if she’d been grasping and squeezing. Good girl.
The countess stood and approached them. “Let me help you with the rest, my lovely one.”
She unfastened Joanne’s bra, freeing those wondrous breasts, then brought her hands around to fondle Joanna’s mound through her panties as the countess tweaked her nipples.
Joanne winced in obvious pain at the pressure exerted on her sensitive buds.
“Did you know that pain and pleasure travel along the same nerves in the body?” the countess purred. “Give in to the ecstasy of the pain and you will experience pleasure beyond anything you’ve ever felt.”
That was easy to for her to say when she was the one applying the pain.
Joanne centered herself as she’d been taught during her CIA training, enduring the pain until the countess eased up. The woman came around in front and slid her hand down the front of Joanne’s panties. Because of all the arousal, she was slick with passion, and the countess easily slid a finger into her.
“Yes, you are so ready.”
The countess then took Nicks cock in her other hand. “And now we are all connected. It’s like he’s inside you.” She pulled out then shoved two fingers inside Joanne. “It’s like he’s fucking you right now.”
And she couldn’t help but feel that way. She thought hard at Nick. Are you helping her?
She wants to believe she brought you to orgasm. I’m just helping things along.
Joanne began to quiver on the edge of orgasmic release.
The countess began to jack Nick viciously. “Remember, you are not to cum. You are not to cum, little plaything.”
“But you,” the countess’ gaze swept back to Joanne. “You should come now.”
Nick sent something coursing through Joanne’s system and her core exploded. He was inside her mind, playing with her pleasure center. She came, soaking her panties and the countess’ hand.
Her legs gave out and she sank to the floor. The countess withdrew her hand and let her fall. “Did you like that, little pet?”
You did well. That was just what she wanted.
Well, okay, she had enjoyed it, but it had probably been more Nick’s mind manipulations than the countess’ caresses.
The mind connection dropped. Nick gritted his teeth hard as the countess renewed her efforts jacking his cock. He struggled in the shackles.
“Argggh!” he cried out. “I can’t…”
He came, shooting long streams of jism, some of which hit Joanne, but more striking the countess, glistening and dripping from her thigh.
“Oh, you bad boy!” the countess screamed — her tone terrifying. “You naughty, bad boy!” She snatched a bullwhip from the display on the wall. “Now, you’ll have to be punished.”
Joanne wondered what she should do. She couldn’t let the countess seriously wound Nick.
Go. I’ll be alright, he sent. Now’s your chance to retrieve the item. I’ve probed her mind. It’s in the nightstand by her bed. Go. She will never miss you. I’ll make sure of that.
Slowly, Joanne crept from the chamber, as the whip began to crack behind her. Nick cried out with each slap of the device. God, the poor man.
She made her way across the living area into the countess’ bedroom. Locating the small electronic device right where Nick had said it would be. It looked something like a USB jump drive, but with a connector type she couldn’t identify. She tucked the device into the only garment she was still wearing, the side of her damp panties, then headed back to see what she could do to help Nick.
Halfway through the living area, the whip cracks stopped resounding. She entered the torture chamber to find the countess lying unconscious on the floor behind Nick.
“She wore herself out, with a little help from me.” Nick grinned. “Now, get me out of this contraption.”
His back showed red welts. “You poor man.”
“It could have been worse. I could somewhat control the strength of her strikes.” He slumped when she released the shackles on his hands then stiffened. “My cock. Release my cock, please.”
She hurried around to the front to release the restraining ring. “Sorry. I should have done that first.”
“All’s well that ends well,” he said, grabbing up his clothing. “Let’s get out of here.”
Back at Joanne’s cabin, she applied salve to his back wounds, gently rubbing it in.
He let out a sigh of relief. “I like your hands on me.”
“What do you think will happen to the countess?” Not that she really cared.
“She fooled around and lost their carefully stolen object. The Russians aren’t known for their leniency. But she is a legitimate countess, with diplomatic immunity. She may elect to stay here and try to avoid any consequences.” He rolled over displaying an impressive set of abdominals. “But my guess is that they will eventually find her and punish her.”
“Serves her right,” Joanne said. “Are you going to put on your shirt, or take off your pants?”
She knew which option she preferred.
“I probably should report back to the Psylon compound.” His phone buzzed and he checked the screen. “Well, look at that. There’s a problem back at headquarters and they’re telling me to stay away for a few days.”
“Oh darn,” Joanne said in mock sorrow. “Whatever will you do with all that time?”
He unbuckled his belt. “I’ve got a few ideas.”
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