Psylons 3: A problem of his own creation.

Psychically enhanced super-spies or multi-million-dollar disaster?

In our last episode, Nick and Joanne foiled a plot to steal a top-secret electronic device. Today we learn more about how the Psylons came to be.

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.

In a top-secret CIA research center hidden somewhere in the Appalachian Mountains, two lovers lay entwined on a soft bed under scrutiny of five movie cameras recording in high definition. No, they weren’t making a porno. They were doing research.

Legitimate research.

Still, the intensity of their lovemaking surprised Lance Morris. He’d fucked Chastity before, but it had never been like this. It was as if they were operating on the same brain wave frequency.

And maybe they were.

The whole theory behind this mind enhancement project was to open the human mind enough to stimulate latent mental powers. One hundred young men and women had volunteered for the program. Drawn from all walks of life, they were intelligent, fit, and good looking. A regiment of training, mind expanding drugs, and electronic stimulation had shown impressive early results. So much so, Lance had started the process on himself a few days after the others.

That might have been a mistake.

Psylons they were calling them. Some of the volunteers could now communicate over vast distances, mind to mind, without even talking out loud. Others exhibited telekinesis, mind reading abilities, and the power to influence other minds. The CIA had plans for them in their covert missions.

But a side effect had cropped up in the experiment. The hypothalamus of the subjects’ brains had become overly stimulated causing an increase in libido. The Psylons lived in a state of constant arousal. For the past week, the facility had been a nest of lust and copulation. Still, even with frequent couplings, the young people under Lance’s care couldn’t seem to satisfy their carnal desires.

Lance felt those same desires coursing through him as now, though not as intensely as the others. Still, he’d be only about a week behind them. Would he even be able to function then?

There had to be a way to counteract the effect, but frankly, he’d been spending most of his productive time fucking lately just to handle the hunger for sexual activity that constantly built up inside.

Chastity Lane, a beautiful blonde Psylon, had appeared in Lance’s lab with a question only minutes ago. She hadn’t even asked it before she’d jumped him. “Fuck me first,” she’d said, “then I’ll ask.”

His cock had engorged while taking off his lab coat and pants. He wore only the barest of apparel nowadays, needing to shed his clothing often to copulate. Many of the Psylons, Chastity included, rarely wore anything at all anymore.

Naked now, he slid his hands up under her perfect breasts to support them as his lips traveled between the taut nipples, sucking, nipping, and enjoying.

“Oh, yes!” she cried, then took his cock in her hand, sliding her warm fingers up and down his pulsing shaft.

They’d tumbled onto the bed he’d moved into his lab for just this purpose. He kept enough mental awareness to telekinetically flip the switch to start the cameras recording. Every aspect of light, heat, and resonance would be recorded. Maybe the tapes would tell him something.

Rolling Chastity under him, he slid his fingers into her slick vagina, thumbing her clitoris as she writhed under him. “Are you sure you don’t want to ask me that question now, before you forget?”

Was this really research…business? Certainly not business as usual, but it would be something to analyze…if he could find the time between trysts.

“I needed to know…something…” Her breath came out in tiny gasps under his manipulations. “The lock code.”

Lance positioned himself between her legs. His cock pulsed so hard with desire, there was no time for further foreplay.

In weeks past, he could have gotten a better sense of what she wanted by just reading her thoughts, but the recent chaos in the compound had left everyone’s minds jumbled, and harder to read. Sex thoughts had cluttered everyone’s public mind.

“Which lock code?” he asked. Chastity was a trusted coworker and had often worked as his lab assistant. She had the authority to access many of the locked rooms in the complex.

He dragged the head of his cock along her slick folds, then plunged it deep inside her.

Her cry of ecstasy filled the air. “Yes!”

Pumping his hips, Lance drove his cock deeper into her with each thrust. The feeling was so intense. Each day he’d been on the treatments had heightened his senses. His mind opened, with so much more room for sensual input. Erotic ripples quaked through him as his orgasm threatened. “Which lock code?” he asked again, hoping the distraction of the conversation would pull him back from the edge.

His balls tightened and his head whirled. He bit his lower lip hard, and the pain pulled him back from the edge of orgasm once again.

“Peter!” she screamed. “Oh god! Peter’s cell.”

Peter was one of their test subjects. He’d volunteered to be locked away from the others, unable to copulate, so they could test the results. He’d started masturbating immediately, and when Lance had last checked on him, he’d still been at it.

“He’s…oh, oh, oh…aheeeeeee!” Chastity’s body shook as the orgasm sent her over the edge.

Immediately Lance felt his hunger lessen. He buried his cock deep and let lose a stream of jism, pumping again and again into her. He pulled out and continued to ejaculate, shooting ribbons of hot cum onto Chastity’s stomach and crotch as his head swirled in orgasmic pleasure. He’d never experienced anything so intense.

At last, he stopped and collapsed exhausted onto her. “He’s what?” he managed to say between puffs of breath.

Chastity drew in a deep breath and sighed. “God, I needed that!” The quaking in her lithe body beneath him subsided, and she struggled to catch her breath. “Peter doesn’t seem to be doing well. I’m worried.”

All Lance wanted to do in that moment was sleep, but he rolled off her and staggered to his feet. At least his mind would remain clear for about a half hour before the hunger would begin to build again. “We need to go check on him.” If Chastity was worried, there had to be something wrong. She’d developed a special mental bond with him during his isolation, checking on him often.

He pulled on his pants, forcing is cock inside even as it threatened to become erect once again. Why do I bother?

At this point it was hard to determine if this Psylon experiment had been a success or an unmitigated, multi-million dollar disaster. And there was too much fucking going on in the complex to build any kind of scientific profile. Even the non-treated staff found themselves continually pulled into orgies of epic proportions, not that any of them were complaining. They’d all known what they’d signed on for.

Lance offered Chastity a hand up. “Do you have the strength to join me?”

She nodded and grasped his hand. He offered her his lab coat, but she just shook her head. “Clothing just isn’t worth the trouble.”

They made their way to Peter’s cell. The room was comfortably furnished and had an en suite bathroom. Meals were delivered through a slot beside the door. Peter had volunteered to be secluded from the other Psylons in hopes of breaking the cycle of copulation that had run rampant throughout the complex the past few days. Still, camera footage showed him masturbating almost constantly when awake.

Lance entered the security code and pulled open the door.

Peter had been sex-starved for three days now and Lance was in as much danger as Chastity. When given no other choice, Psylons had opted for same-sex couplings over celibacy, even when they were strictly heterosexual.

A musky odor filled the room. The sheets were damp with seminal fluid. Peter lay on his side, his back to the door. Sleeping? God knew, the Psylons hadn’t gotten much sleep lately.

“Peter?” Lance reached for Peter’s shoulder and rolled the man flat on his back.

Peter flopped over. His eyes were wide open, but he wasn’t breathing. Lance checked for a pulse and found none.

Chastity’s eyes went wide. “I didn’t think this would be fatal.”

Neither did Lance. He hit the intercom. “I want all Psylons sedated ASAP.” He turned to Chastity. “That means you too.”

She nodded. “What about you?”

He was a week behind everyone else. “I’ll be fine, for now.” And he needed to be awake to figure this out.

An hour later, the remaining Psylons were sedated and sleeping. Looking back on the crisis of the past few days, it had crept up on them slowly. Lance hadn’t seen it because he’d been in the middle of it. Like the eye of a hurricane, but nowhere near as calm.

They’d known the treatment would enhance the Psylon’s libidos, but they hadn’t foreseen the extent of the problem.

Lance stood in his laboratory, his cock still hard as a rock, his desire not ebbing in the least. Why?

Then it struck him. Proximity! It made sense. Psylons picked up and broadcast brain waves. Having them all in close proximity might have been causing a recursive loop, amplifying the libido enhancing effects. Even with them all asleep, he could still feel the draw. The hunger. More than likely they were all experiencing erotic dreams.

He needed to test his theory. To do that, he needed some distance.

Picking up his office phone, he connected with the front desk. “Have Patty bring my car around front.” Hopefully, a quiet drive in the woodlands would calm him.

Patty Jones, a petite, buxom, redhead, was one of the assistants in the facility, and she often drove for him. He climbed into the back seat of the black, Chevy Equinox to avoid molesting her on the drive. It’s where his mind went, and it scared the hell out of him.

Dense forest lined the drive, and the further out from the facility they drove, the calmer he became. His erection wilted, and he felt normal for the first time in three days. “Thank you,” he said. “I think this is working.”

“Are we going to be able to help them, Lance?” Patty asked.

“We’ll need to separate them. Separate cities. Hell, separate parts of the country.” But it should work. Then they could start the training that would make the Psylons the most efficient secret agents in the world.

He sat in the vehicle for an hour in silence, enjoying clarity of thought and calm for the first time in weeks. He knew the moment he returned to base, the hunger would return. The Psylons, while sedated, were still there.

It had taken over the compound so slowly, creeping up on all of them. Could he cure the problem, or at the least, change the process to avoid this complication in the next group. Would there be a next group? Certain people in Washington were not going to like this development.

Finally, he sighed. “Take me back.” He had plans and phone calls to make.

As they approached the compound the sexual feelings returned. By the time they were parked outside, he was hard as a rock again. His proximity to the other Psylons was feeding his hunger once again.

More than likely, the hunger would still happen for them all, but without the close proximity, it would occur at a much slower pace.

Patty parked and got out and opened his door. She gazed down at his obvious discomfort. “Let me help you with that.”

He hesitated. It wasn’t part of her job.

“Really,” she said. “I want to help.”

With the Psylons all sedated, he would have had to find some form of relief.

He nodded and she unzipped his pants, freeing his cock.

Wrapping her cool fingers around his shaft, she slid them up and down. Then she applied her full red lips to his cock. Her tongue expertly lashed the head.

He’d never felt anything like it. She wasn’t even enhanced, yet she gave head like a pro.

“This really wasn’t in your job description,” he said as he orgasmed, sending stream after stream of hot jism into her mouth.

To her credit, she took it all without spilling a drop, then swallowed. Smiling up at him, she said, “I believe it’s covered under any and all tasks needed by Dr. Morris in the completion of his tasks.”

Surprisingly, he felt her pleasure centers stimulated by the act, and his hunger once again abated. Was it pleasure in the brain of the sexual partner that sated the hunger?

“I think you’ve earned yourself a promotion to being my lab assistant, if you want, with a substantial raise in pay.” He couldn’t use Chastity anymore. She’d have to be sent far away from him with all the other Psylons.

She smiled. “I think I could handle that position…or any other position you’d like to suggest.”

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