Psylons 4: Feeding the hunger.
Chastity woke in an unfamiliar room. The smells were different.
In our last episode, chaos erupted in the Psylon’s secret base, and the agents had to be sedated and sent to separate cities. Today we find out the fate of one of those.
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.
Gone were the musky scents that had been prevalent in the Psylon compound the past weeks. The constant copulation had kept the cleaning staff running, when they weren’t taking part in the orgy that had raged through the complex, changing sheets, cleaning up…spills, and spraying air fresheners. Still, the musky scents of sex had permeated the complex over the past week.
Here, the air was clean and fresh smelling.
Chastity reached out with her psychic power before ever opening her eyes, touching two male minds in close proximity — two men she’d never met before.
She lay on a bed completely naked, her head comfortably placed on a pillow. The sheets were clean and crisp, and the blanket covering her was warm. But this wasn’t her bed.
Was she a prisoner? Her last waking memory was helping sedate the other Psylons before accepting a shot in the arm from her friend and colleague, Lance Morris. The hunger of needing sex had been driving her crazy, and her dreams had been dark and erotic.
The hunger still lingered, though not as persistent. Desire drove her to open her eyes and confront whatever situation presented itself.
She shook off the lingering lethargy and sat up. “Where am I?”
“Good morning, Chastity,” a handsome man in a lab coat answered. “Or I should say good afternoon. I’m Paul Fredericks, a friend of Lance Morris. You’re in a secure apartment, far away from the other Psylons. And you’re safe. How are you feeling?”
He walked over and sat on the edge of the bed.
The drugs in her system were still playing hardball with her head, but she wasn’t about to tell him that until she was sure of her situation. “You’re CIA?”
“I work with the agency, but I’m not necessarily employed by them,” he answered. “I’m a friend of Lance Morris and he called in a favor.”
“I’m CIA,” the other man said. “Slade Steele, at your service, ma’am.” The agent’s eyes roamed up her sheet-clad body.
Chastity dipped into his mind and read his thoughts. Best assignment ever.
The agent was mid-thirties, handsome and fit looking, with ebony hair and dark, dreamy eyes. Hunger gnawed at the back of her mind. Not hunger for food, though she could certainly use that as well, but hunger for sex, and either of these men would do.
“How are you feeling?” Paul Fredericks asked once again, sitting on the bed next to her and taking her hand to check her pulse at the wrist. “Truly, you can trust us.”
It didn’t help that she couldn’t read Paul’s mind. A powerful mind could block her, and that was what appeared to be happening here.
“Hungry,” she answered. Would he understand?
After a nod from Paul, Slade left the room. You will need to get your strength back. You’ve been asleep the better part of two days. “We’ll deal with one hunger at a time unless you’d prefer to handle them both at the same time.”
He did understand.
She reached over to palm his crotch.
His cock hardened under her manipulations. “What do you need?” he asked. “I’m here to serve you.”
Even though she couldn’t read his mind, she could feel his emotions. He was telling the truth. She squeezed his cock. “I need this.”
The hunger roared to life, and she was unable to restrain it any longer. Need — overwhelming desire — took over. She unzipped his fly and his cock popped out of his pants.
Paul unsnapped his pants and made to take them off.
“No!” She didn’t have time. “Just let me…”
She dove at his lap, taking his erection deep into her mouth.
“If that’s what you need,” he said.
She didn’t understand why. The hunger drove her. This cock would be so much more satisfying shoved between her thighs, filling her channel. It was a nice cock. Thick and long, tasting of cinnamon and manly musk.
She sucked and licked, and the man groaned above her.
“I’m close,” he said after long minutes, and she redoubled her efforts. She needed him to cum. Desired it on a level she’d never felt before.
Paul didn’t even try to hold back. He let the orgasm rush through him. This wasn’t about him receiving pleasure, though he didn’t find the situation unpleasant in the least. His balls tightened as his head swirled. “I’m coming,” he warned, but she’d probably know.
“Psylons need the orgasms of others to feed the sexual hunger they develop,” Lance had told him. “Their own releases don’t help in that respect, and the orgasms of other Psylons only offer a limited easement that actually worsens the effect over time because it creates a mental feedback loop between them.”
That was why they’d had to separate all the Psylons, shipping them sleeping to different locations across the country.
As Paul ejaculated inside her mouth, she drank down every spurt. His orgasm would feed both her hungers, but she’d still be far from sated in either respect. At least according to the data he’d received from his old friend.
God, Lance, what have you created?
Chastity pushed up, catching an errant dribble of his semen with her tongue as it leaked from the side of her mouth. “God, I needed that.”
She is so beautiful. “Get yourself situated in bed. Slade will be bringing some food for you, then we’ll deal with the rest.”
The rest! How would she take the news?
Chastity’s stomach rumbled. Now that the hunger had somewhat abated, she was hungry…for food.
Slade entered with a tray filled with breakfast foods. A steaming cup of coffee, just the way she liked it, eggs, granola, fruit, plus a selection of pastries that steamed like they were right out of the oven. The aromas wafted through the room. While Paul fluffed up her pillows and helped her into a sitting position in the bed, Slade settled the tray in her lap.
I could get used to this. She dug into the food as Paul brought her up to speed on what was happening.
“Every Psylon has been farmed out to a different city, with a volunteer handler or two, just like you have us for right now.”
“For right now?” So, this wasn’t a permanent situation? Darn.
“The CIA had to move fast. They found agents willing to satisfy the sexual needs of the Psylon, or in some cases, elicited the aid of prostitutes. But right now, the other Psylons are being brought out of their sleep in the best situations possible under the circumstances.”
“So, are we sidelined?” She’d been looking forward to getting into the field and doing some spy work with her new psychic powers. That had been the real purpose of the experiment — spies with psychic powers.
“Not at all,” Slade said. “In fact, after you’ve had your hungers taken care of, you’re to pack an overnight bag. We’ve got a mission.”
“A mission?” Thrill tingled in her gut. She began to stuff her face. She barely tasted the food. An honest to God mission!
After she’d finished eating, Paul took the tray and placed it on the dresser. “Anything else you require?” He nodded at Slade.
Slade’s cheeks reddened, but he presented a smile that wasn’t forced.
Her stomach now full, the gnawing hunger for sex rose within her. She threw back her covers. “Strip and get over here. I need you both.”
Slade pulled his polo shirt up to reveal nicely toned abdominals. He unbuckled his belt and let his jeans drop as he toed off his shoes. A nice bulge graced his boxer shorts. As he slid them down, his cock popped out, long, thick, and hard.
She shot a quick glance at Paul, who had his lab coat and shirt off, and was working on his pants. So much sexy skin and musculature, and all of it hers.
Slade reached her first, and she took his cock in her hand, gripping and sliding her hand up and down his shaft. “Oh, yeah…”
His thoughts echoed in her mind without even her probing for them. She’s so hot.
I’ll show you hot! Rising to her knees, she drew the tip of his cock into her mouth, running her tongue around it.
Paul climbed onto the bed behind her. “Back here?” he asked.
She released Slade’s cock long enough to say, “Yes, please.”
Pauls’ fingers slid along her vaginal lips until the pad of his middle finger found her clitoris. A quiver of passion rippled through her as he manipulated the aching bud. The man knew his stuff.
Paul had a natural mind shield, and she couldn’t hear his thoughts, but in that instant, it didn’t matter. It was like he was reading her mind.
Slade cupped her breasts in his hands and tweaked the pebbled nipples, sending more ripples through her core.
“Mmm mmm.” She redoubled her efforts with her tongue, then drew him in deep.
“Oh, God, that’s good.” His groan rippled through his mind. If only it were…
She pulled back from his mind, working to mute his thoughts. She’d touched something hurtful. Something raw. Who are you missing?
She’d have to think about that later, because at that moment, Paul pushed two fingers into her damp channel, probing, caressing, finding all the good spots as he explored.
Chastity’s mind reeled. So much input. So much emotion.
“I’m…I’m…” Slade’s cock grew larger in her mouth. His ball sac tightened. “Coming.”
Hot, slick, and salty, he pumped his seed into her mouth.
Tremendous satisfaction rippled through her, as Chastity swallowed load after load. The hunger pulled back. Still present, but not as intense.
“Do you still need me?” Paul asked.
Chastity swallowed the last of Slade’s jism and released his cock. “Hell yes! Shove that thing in me.”
Paul’s fingers were soon replaced by his cock, sliding into her channel, filling her completely. So hard, so big.
His hands on her hips, he pistoned into her — banging hard, his balls slapping against her clit every time he pushed into her.
From deep within her core, an orgasmic force began to build. Waves of passion swept through her, knotting her insides. She tightened around Paul’s cock and had the pleasure of hearing him groan.
“You’re killing me, girl,” but there was passionate joy in his tone.
“Give it to me, Paul. Give it all to me.”
“Argggghh!” He pushed deep and ejaculated. Warm, wet, wonderfulness pulsed inside her.
It was the tipping point — the last straw. Her orgasm erupted in her core and rippled through her body with the force of a tsunami.
“Oh! My! God!” she cried out.
Paul was puffing for breath behind her. His semi-hard cock glided from her as she slid to the bed.
It took her a moment to compose herself. By then, the two men were dressing. There would be no cuddling — no afterglow — but Chastity hadn’t expected it. She didn’t need it. She was a CIA agent, and this was part of her job. Because of the Psylon experiment, she needed the sex on a regular basis, and these men had been provided to accommodate her needs.
And the men were doing their job. Slick, professional, unattached.
She worried about Slade, though. She carefully slid into his mind, just touching his current feelings. No guilt. No regrets. A cool professional. He’d had sex before as part of his job, and he viewed this mission in that same light. He viewed sex and seduction as tools of the spy trade. Still, there was something…someone…
But she didn’t probe deeper. He’d tell her, or he wouldn’t. She’d see if there would be a proper time to bring the subject up.
“So, we have a mission?” she asked.
Slade smiled. “A target to monitor in San Diego. You’ll need to get close to him. Pack a pretty dress and whatever else you need. We’ll fly out tomorrow morning.”
Paul sat on the bed beside her. He checked her pulse and temperature. “Are you feeling up to a mission?”
“Oh yeah.” She was born for this life, and she wanted to start as soon as possible.
“I’ll stay the night, in case she needs anything,” Slade said. “Then we can leave from here in the morning.”
Paul dressed and left.
Chastity found all her things moved in from the compound. She got dressed and checked out the rest of her apartment. It was modest, but nice.
They watched a movie, then Slade took her out to eat at a nearby restaurant. He was fun, charming, and smart. “We need to get to know each other if we’re going to be working together.”
They went to a club afterwards and drank, talked, and even danced a bit. It was fun. Chastity resisted the urge dip back into his mind.
When they returned to the apartment for the night, she reminded him. “You know I can read your mind, right?”
He nodded. “And I understand you can talk to me mind to mind as well.”
Can you hear this? she sent to him.
“Loud and clear.”
“And if you need to communicate with me, just think at me really hard,” she said.
Like this? His voice echoed in her mind.
“Perfect. Now that I’m attuned to you, we should be able to communicate over distance.”
“Well, we should probably get some sleep,” he said. “Wheels up at six tomorrow morning. I can take the couch out here.”
Chastity tilted her head toward the bedroom doorway. “Or you could sleep with me. It’s a big bed.”
He smiled. “Well, I guess that would be more convenient…in case you needed anything during the night.”
I hope you enjoyed this, the fourth part of my Psylons adventure. Chastity and Slade return in the next episode, available now:
And you can find out more about Slade Steele’s adventure in my post Suburban Spies:
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