Psylons 21: Good Cop/Bad Cop.

What the hell happened to May?

In our last episode May was captured and couldn’t feel Nick’s mind in hers. Today Nick goes looking for her.

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The moment May entered the warehouse, Nick felt their psychic connection drop. What the hell?

And he still couldn’t sense anyone inside the building. Were his powers failing?

He crept toward the door, which May left slightly ajar when she entered. “Move!” he heard a man say in the room beyond.

Feet shuffled on the wooden flooring. Around him, outside the building, he could sense other minds, but inside the building he could sense nothing, even though he could clearly hear people. Something was definitely not right here.

He eased the door open wide enough to slip inside. It was like falling into a dark hole. He couldn’t sense anything with his mind. Sight, sound, and other normal senses worked fine, but his psychic powers simply were not available to him.

A body lay in a pool of blood on the floor in the entry chamber. This had to be Chang, May’s contact. He was supposed to supply them with weapons and the location of Mary Ann Weatherly. I guess that’s not going to happen.

But, searching the body, he did find a Chinese-made QSZ-193 semi-automatic pistol with a couple of rounds. It was certainly better than nothing.

Listening for any signs of movement, he crept out of the room, and down a hallway. The chamber at the end of the corridor was dark. The hallway had three doorways off it, two left and one right, all with closed doors.

Even without his psychic powers, he was a highly trained CIA agent, but he’d let his skills atrophy since becoming a Psylon. It would be easy enough to go back outside and regain his psychic abilities, but May was in here and he needed to locate her. I can do this.

Other agents did stuff like this every day. He used to do this all the time before receiving his psychic gifts.

Listening at one of the doorways he noted a soft groan. He eased the doorknob open and, gun first, slid into the dimly lit chamber.

A woman lay, sleeping or unconscious, on a couch on the other side of the room. She was dressed only in bra and panties. There was no one else here.

He knelt to check on the woman. She was beautiful, with sleek musculature and long black hair.

Her eyes opened. A dreamy smile spread across her face. Then, with an explosion of movement, her hands punched out. A fist connected with his jaw, and a hard slap to his wrist sent the handgun skidding across the floor.

Her lean, muscular legs kicked upward, then encircled his neck, pulling her crotch into Nicks face.

The aroma of aroused woman filled his senses as his head reeled from her punch. Then she summersaulted over and threw him across the room.

He hit the wall with an intensity that left him gasping for breath.

The woman bounded to her feet and scooped up the handgun. Pointing it at him, her smile broadened. “Welcome to Shanghai, Nick Salvatore.”

Nick raised his hands.

She clicked an earpiece secluded in the lush coils of her hair. “Asset secured.”

May didn’t put up a struggle. She allowed the three men to usher her deeper into the warehouse complex. They took her through a maze of offices and a large storage space filled with crates and boxes. In the corner of that space was a cement block room with a steel door that had a window. A desk sat outside the doorway in the main room with an overweight man lounging back in his chair with his feet up.

The men spoke Mandarin, but May understood easily.

“Another one?” the fat man queried as they led May past him toward the door. “And this one’s as pretty as the other.”

“Hands off the women, Wong,” one of the other men said, “or there’ll be hell to pay.”

They shoved her into the cell and slammed the door behind her.

The cell contained one of those toilet/sink combos, a couple of chairs that had been bolted to the concrete floor, and a bunk bed.

A woman laying on the bottom bunk set down a magazine and stood up. “Welcome to hell, May.”

May instantly recognized her old friend. “Mary Ann Weatherly.”

Mary shrugged. “I’d Instagram this touching reunion, but they took my phone.”

The next day, as Nick paced the room, he pondered his situation. Some device in this building muted his psychic powers. Still, the hunger gnawed at him. This was every Psylon’s worst nightmare. Trapped with no sex in sight. He was horny as hell but knew masturbation wouldn’t help. In fact, it would only make things worse. He needed an orgasm from his sexual partner, and if he didn’t get one within the next few days…he’d be dead.

Wong opened the door and stepped into the room. “Did you miss me, Nick?” The big Asian had been questioning Nick constantly over the past day, badgering him, belittling him, and at times even punching him. “Are you ready to tell me everything you know about the American Psylon program.”

“As I told you before, I don’t know anything about it. Does it look like I have psychic powers?” He certainly didn’t have while he was in this building.

“Ha,” the big man laughed. “It only took one captured Russian spy and a small data breach in their computers to allow us to create this blocking technology. Unfortunately, that spy died before he could divulge the process that gave him psychic powers. The poor fool masturbated himself to death. Surely you don’t want to end up like that, do you?”

It appeared that Nick had been their target all along. They knew who he was. They knew what he was. Wong even admitted Mary Ann Weatherly had been kidnapped to lure a Psylon to Shanghai.

“Come on, Nick,” Wong said conversationally. “The Americans and the Russians both have their psychic programs. We just need to catch up. You guys are like nukes. The world needs balance. Do it for peace. Don’t make me beat it out of you.”

The door opened and Chu Hua, the woman he’d found in this room yesterday, entered. She wore a sleek, silk dress, with a sexy slit up the side that sent Nick’s libido into overdrive. She shot a glance at Wong. “Leave us.”

The two of them had been playing good cop/bad cop with Nick, and while he did enjoy Chu’s good cop better, she also appeared to be the more intelligent and thus the more dangerous of the two.

Wong left, closing and locking the door behind him.

“How long do you have left, Nick?” Chu asked. “We know that without sex, you’ll die. How long before that happens?”

He gritted his teeth. “Not soon enough.”

She chuckled. “Oh, come on now, Nick. You don’t want to die. And we don’t want you to die.”

She released a fastener at her shoulder and her dress slithered down her body to pool around her feet. Underneath, she wore a lacy black bra and panty set that only accentuated her incredible figure. “I’m here to give you what you need. Surely, you can give me something back in return.”

She did have exactly what he needed and his hunger cried out to be sated on her lush body. “I don’t use people,” Nick said.

She came in close. Her scent, jasmine and sage, filled his senses. “I give you this freely. I don’t want you to die.”

He swept her into his arms. One taste…he needed at least that.

His lips crushed hers as passions flared between them.

Her supple body melted into his hardening frame. Her kiss was demanding, filled with desire.

As they kissed, she undid the buttons of his shirt and ran her hands over his chest and abs.

He palmed one petite breast, running his thumb across the pebbled nipple that pushed against the thin material of her bra.

She broke the kiss. “Yes, take me, please.” She unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly, letting his pants drop as she caressed the bulge in his boxer briefs. “If I’d known you were this big, I’d have thrown Wong out hours ago.”

“I’m still not giving you any information,” he warned.

She squeezed his pulsing cock. “Then give me this instead.”

His cock expanded so that the head pushed out of the top of his briefs.

She crouched down in front of him, kissing the cockhead as she pealed his underwear down his legs.

His need was so great, precum seeped from the slit and she lapped it up. “See, you need me.”

“Yes.” In that moment, he truly did. He wriggled out of the rest of his clothing as she coiled her fingers around his shaft, jacking it gently as she once again French kissed his cockhead. It felt divine.

With a sucking pop, she released his cock. “Come on, Nick. Give me something…anything.”

She was cagy, this one. He had to be cagier. “I’ll end up giving you a face full of cum if you aren’t careful.”

She chuckled. “And would that be so bad.”

It would be, if she didn’t come before him, but he wasn’t about to reveal that piece of information.

He pulled her to her feet, stripped off the rest of her clothing, and led her to the couch, then pushed her down onto it. “My turn.”

He went to his knees in front of her, spreading her legs and running his tongue along her slick folds. He didn’t have his powers to enhance her pleasure center, so he’d need to rely on skill to bring her off.

I’ve gotten lazy. It wasn’t only his spy skills that had atrophied. It was time to step up his game.

He sucked on her engorged clit as he slid two fingers into her, prodding and caressing, judging her reactions as he worked.

“Oh!” Her gasp was the indication he needed that he was doing things right, so he intensified his manipulations.

“Oh, oh, oh!” Her body quivered in release.

Nick’s hunger fed on the waves of passion that radiated from her. He sighed as he pulled back. One orgasm was good. Two would be even better, but if he couldn’t get her there again before he came, at least he had another couple of days to figure out how to escape.

He laid her down lengthwise on the couch and pulled a condom from a cache he’d discovered in a drawer. Obviously, this wasn’t the first time sex had been used here as an interrogation technique.

“I’m not surprised you searched the room,” she said.

“I didn’t think a condom would be required on this mission,” he answered. “But safety first.” He opened the foil packet and slid the latex sheath down his shaft, then knelt between her legs. His cock pulsed with need. Could he hold out long enough to bring her to orgasm once again?

He pushed into her, gliding to the hilt. She was so wet…so ready. As he pistoned, he cupped her breasts and rolled the tightened nipples between thumb and forefinger.

She gasped, then cried out. “Oh god!”

Yes. She was close.

But so was he. He ground his teeth as he pounded into her. His balls tightened. On the edge of orgasm, he continued to piston.

The ripples of her release reached his hunger just as his resistance faltered and he flooded the condom with stream after stream of jism.

Panting, he collapsed on her.

“Ready to talk now?” she asked.

“No,” he answered sucking for air.

“Good,” she whispered under her breath, then louder, obviously for some hidden microphone, she added, “Then I shall continue to interrogate you until you capitulate.”

Nick decided he’d be good with that…at least until he found a way to escape.

Will they escape the clutches of the MSS? Find out next week in Psylons 22: A Prison Cell for Two, Please.

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