Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. ________________________________ This is a story about a sexual FANTASY written for consenting adults. If you're not both of those, don't read it. Characters in a FANTASY don't get sick or die unless I want them to. In real life, people who don't use condoms and other safe-sex techniques do get sick and die. You don't live in a FANTASY so be safe. The fictional characters in my stories are trained and experienced in acts of FANTASY - don't try to do what they do - someone could get hurt. If you think you know somebody who resembles any of the characters here, congratulations, but you're wrong - any similarity between the characters in this story and any real person is purely coincidental, since all of these characters are figments of my dirty little imagination. This is my story, not yours. Don't sell it or put it on a pay site. You can keep it and/or give it away with all of this information intact, but if you make money off of it without my permission, you're breaking the law and pissing me off. _________________________________ Body Guards II: Stolen Secrets - Chapter 2 (C)Copyright 2005 - Shakes Peer2B shakes_peer2b@NONOsbcglobal.net (remove 'NONO' from the above address to contact me) http://storiesonline.net/library/author.php?name=Shakes_Peer2B /files/Authors/Shakes_Peer2B/ ________ Once again I found myself on the open water in a small, non-descript fishing boat. Having sealed the deal with Sun and Jun, we set out in the boat that was to take my former employer's man back across the English channel. The freight agent we left locked up in a storage facility with food and water for a couple of weeks. We would see that he was released when this was over. Blondie was tied up in the hold of the fishing boat. A mile or so down the River Orwell we had paused beside a sleek, high prowed craft that looked like some rich guy's oceangoing pleasure boat. Not quite a yacht, but slightly larger than the fishing boat. At least, that's what she looked like if you didn't notice the forest of antennas and the dome that almost certainly protected some pretty sophisticated hardware. Certainly, all ocean going vessels carry a certain number of radios, GPS sytems and navigation aids, and some even carried collision avoidance radar. The gadgets I could see on this boat put her electronics miles ahead of any other craft of similar size with which I was familiar, including some of the boats used by the US Navy to deliver infiltration or assault missions to enemy shores. Her lines, at first glance, seemed fairly commonplace, but near the waterline they changed subtly, as if there was a different hull shape underwater than that suggested by what was visible above the surface. I discovered one of her unique qualities when Jun and Sun, having released and stowed the lines securing her to the dock, leaped back aboard the old fishing vessel carrying a device that looked like nothing so much as a controller for RC model cars. To my astonishment, as Sun took the wheel of the fishing boat and advanced the throttle, pushing her back out into the river, the other craft followed along as if on a leash. We made our way slowly down the estuary, obeying all Marine speed limits and traffic rules, until we were clear of the last markers. As Sun opened the throttles and headed eastward into the Channel before turning south toward Normandy, Jun told me about their special needs. (Shameless plug: If you've read my first Bodyguards story, you know what those needs are. If you haven't, you should.) I really don't know how to describe my emotions as Jun deftly removed my clothing in the dingy cabin, while her sister stayed at the helm above. My heart was beating like it does before a firefight, and there was a similar level of excitement, but it was of a much different flavor. "Let me return the favor..." Jun muttered as she knelt before me, slipping my rising erection lovingly between her lips. For a long time, accompanied only by the sounds of waves slapping the hull, the creaking and groaning of the old boat, and the surprisingly steady thrum of her engines, Jun demonstrated the proper way to make love to a cock. Okay, that's a matter of opinion, so now you know mine. Just the sight of those cupid's bow lips engulfing the purple cap of my phallus sent blood surging into the shaft, bringing it to instant erection! For long moments, lips, tongue, and teeth played havoc with the sensitive glans, torturing my pee hole, and tormenting the sensitive rim! I could feel my pole pulsing involuntarily, more rigid than it had been in years! Then, to my utter amazement, just when I thought I would go crazy from her ministrations, Jun lifted her body to a different angle, and plunged her face all the way down my shaft to my pubic hair! I was so engrossed in the sight and sensation of my huge cock disappearing into her miniature China Doll features, that I hardly noticed the slender finger that wormed its way up my ass! Up, up, all the way to my glans she rose again, apparently not at all distressed by having that enormous pole sliding from her throat! As she rose, her finger slid from inside me, to rest at the entrance as she took a few moments to pay homage, once again to my plum. Down, down, deep into her tiny throat she took me, once again! This time, I noticed a bit more the finger that joined the first, plunging into me in time with her swallowing of my dick. Jun screwed me fore and aft for the longest time! Her mouth and throat plundered my cock while more and more fingers burrowed into my behind. Suddenly, I felt a bigger stretch, and my sphincter spasmed in pain as it closed once again, this time on Jun's pale, slender wrist! Holy crap! Here I was in the middle of the English Channel, my cock buried in the face of a beautiful, diminutive superwoman, and her entire hand was ploughing into my fundament! I almost lost it right there, but Jun's other hand did something to the little strip of flesh beneath my balls, and the urge to cum receded, if only slightly! I felt probing, more stretching deep inside, and an ache that soon receded as my dark haired lover continued her ministrations to my cock. Suddenly, she rose completely off my shaft, allowing it to slap wetly against my belly. "Look!" She commanded. I bent forward at the waist, feeling something shifting within me as I did. To my astonishment, Jun's entire forearm disappeared between my legs. "I think you're ready for me now." Jun rasped, slowly drawing her hand out. Her other hand urged me onto the bunk on my back. I heard water running and soon, she reappeared in my field of vision, drying her hand and arm on a towel. Grasping my ankles, the lovely Chinese bodyguard stared into my eyes as her long, slender cock eased into my slowly reclosing rectum. I moaned in pleasure as that warm, softly covered hardness invaded my most private orifice! Jun stifled my moans with a passionate kiss. "Can I fuck you, Darren?" Jun asked softly. "I mean really fuck you?" The only response I could make was to moan loudly as I screwed my impaled rectum all the way to the base of her rigid pole. Could she fuck me? God I hoped so! Taking my action for the affirmative it was, Jun's shaft began pistoning rapidly in and out - stabbing and retreating, searing my insides with the speed of its passage! Once again Jun captured my lips, smothering my moans with torrid kisses, her tongue invading my mouth as fiercely as her cock invaded my rectum! I fondled her small, perfect breasts as she plundered my fundament, squeezing and yanking at her pink, eraser-sized nipples! The friction of Jun's belly, slipping and sliding across my pre-cum leaking dick, was almost as erotic as the pounding of my asshole! In a very short time, I neared my peak, only to find my diminutive lover there waiting for me! With three forceful thrusts that I feared would crack my pelvis, Jun unleashed a torrent of cum inside me! The swelling of her cock and the heat that flooded my colon finished my off, and my own shaft fountained between us, coating our bellies in slimy white fluid! In seconds, as I lay gasping for breath, that monstrous presence in my guts was gone. A few more seconds, and Jun was dressed and ready to go. "Get dressed, Darren." She said, stroking my cheek. "We have much to do." "But I thought Sun..." I was under the impression that they both needed relief, but apparently not THAT badly. "Another time." Jun replied, "We must plan for arrival and your meeting with Ahmed's contact." A few minutes later, as I left the cabin, headed for the bridge, I noticed the power boat still tagging along, about a mile behind. "The contact is female," Sun began without preamble as I entered the wheelhouse. "This may work in our favor, or against us. My guess is that if she knows Ahmed, she won't have very strong feelings for him, so if you can avoid getting on her bad side about religion or her cause, she just might be willing to work with you." "If she doesn't stand to get into too much trouble with her cell." I said. "Just stick to the story and see what happens." Jun stated, all business now. "We'll be nearby in case of trouble. "Hey, I'm just trying to complete my mission." I said blandly, practicing my part. "I've never failed yet, and I don't intend to start now." "Good." That was Sun. "We'll be able to hear what goes on, and will try to watch, as well. If you think it's going bad, just say 'Lovely weather for this time of year' and we'll be there." "Okay." I said, "Now you two better get going. You'll need time to find your way from the yacht harbor to the fishing harbor." "Are you going to have any trouble with Ahmed?" Jun asked. I knew she wasn't worried about whether I could protect myself from him or not. "I'll do what needs to be done." I said firmly. Jun kissed me and Sun embraced me, whispering, "Don't forget, Darren. You and I have a date, so don't get yourself killed!" "Wouldn't miss it for the world!" I said, tightening my hug. We slung fenders over the port side, and with the remote, they brought their boat alongside. I did my best to steer straight and true, and to maintain a steady speed. I've already described the difficulty of transferring from boat to boat on the open ocean, especially in the dark, but they had a few things working in their favor: First, it was a calm night, so the chop was minimal. Second, we were sheltered to some extent from the winds of the North Atlantic by the bulk of England. Third, both boats were running with the swell and staying more or less in sync with each other as they crossed the waves. All that said, however, I wouldn't have wanted to attempt the leap from the old fishing boat to the deck of their 'pleasure' craft! The two of them made it look easy. Jun held their boat steady with the remote while Sun jumped lightly from the rail of 'my' boat to land in a crouch on the open rear deck of theirs. Stepping to the controls, she disengaged the remote and took over manually, holding steady as a rock while her sister slung the remote over her shoulder by its strap and made the leap. I shook my head in wonder, returning Jun's wave as the sleek craft accelerated, skimming across the waves much more easily than a hull like that should have been capable of. She must have been doing better than forty knots by the time she disappeared over the horizon. A few hours later, the old fishing boat, with me at the wheel, chugged into the harbor at Dieppe. I found the dockside space Ahmed had so helpfully told me about and brought the boat alongside. I had the bow line secured and was just dressing up the loose end of the stern line when the dark-eyed young lady stepped aboard. Her body was between the dock and weapon she held in her right hand, so no one could see it but me. I finished up what I was doing as she came in close and said quietly, "Who are you and where is Ahmed?" I ignored her, going forward to check on the bow line again, then returning to the pilot house to make sure everything was shut down. She had no choice but to follow. As we entered the pilot house, she tried to get my attention by poking the gun into my ribs. That's what I had been hoping for. Before she had a chance to react, my hand closed tightly on the slide and hammer of the weapon, including the knuckles of her hand, immobilizing the hand and the gun's action. She cried out as her bones grated together and struggled to snatch her hand away. I held her captive long enough to tell her, "I am the courier charged with delivering the package you seek. Ahmed is below. I will take you to him." Her eyes went wide when I told her who I was, and I knew she hadn't expected me to make it this far. I released her hand and twisted the little automatic, leaving her no choice but to let go or have her trigger finger broken. I tossed her gun into the harbor as we descended the ladder to the deck, letting her see me do it. She might see it as an opportunity, or, if she was smart, a warning - that I didn't need a weapon to control her. She apparently saw it as a warning. The hold of a fishing boat of this sort is normally filled with ice and fish on returning to port. Tonight it held only Ahmed, still showing the grisly effects of my questioning, and the smelly reminder of its previous occupants. "What have you done to him?!" the young lady cried, making as if to run to the bound form. My left hand in her hair pulled her up short, and my right hand took the knife away as it flashed toward my stomach. She tried a kick that met the bottom of my shoe, then, in frustration, launched into a frenzy of punching and kicking. Enough is enough! I used my grip on her hair to turn her away from me and bend her head back, exposing her throat to the blade of the knife as I held it firmly against the tender flesh. This dramatic pose might be intimidating, but if I really wanted to cut her throat, I would bend her head forward so the jugular wouldn't be protected by the tendons and the trachea. The drama served my purpose. She stopped struggling immediately. "What are you going to do?" she asked breathlessly. "I am going to complete my mission." I stated flatly. Then, I stooped, keeping my grip on her hair, and made her watch as I swiftly drew the knife across Ahmed's throat, opening his trachea and severing his jugular. Without a word, I showed her my gloved hand as it dropped her knife, still bearing her fingerprints, to the deck beside her expiring comrade. I don't like unnecessary killing, but I couldn't afford to leave Ahmed alive on my back trail, and I couldn't spare the attention to take him with me, so I used his death to intimidate his comrade, and to give her a reason to worry about going to the authorities. "So, Talibah, 'seeker after knowledge'," I asked, using the name Ahmed had given me, "have you learned anything?" Her dark eyes were fearful but defiant, though I did not think she would miss Ahmed much as she nodded. "You did not have to do that! I would have told you what you wanted to know!" "Maybe, maybe not." I replied. "You WILL tell me what I want to know, but not here. I have never failed to complete a comission, and I'm not going to allow Ahmed, or anyone else to sully my reputation by keeping me from finishing this one. We have a date in Nurnberg, and you have a call to make, so let's go." My grip on her upper arm let her know what her chances of escape were. I didn't see Sun and Jun as we made our way from the dock area, but I was confident they would be around. Talibah took a cell phone from the pocket of her jacket. I warned her, in Farsi, about the consequences of trying to alert the person on the other end. There were, of course, any number of undetectable signals that could have been used to deliver such a warning, but most of them would have to have been prearranged. I did not think such arrangements would have been made in this case, since she was only to have picked up her comrade. Her voice was a little tense, but she told the person on the other end that she was with Ahmed, and he had the disc. I took the 'handy' from her and checked the number, confirming that it was the one Ahmed had given me. Talibah said nothing as I slipped her phone into my pocket. Her car was a beat-up old Citroen, but it started as soon as she turned the key, and accelerated powerfully as we headed eastward. We crossed into Germany near Saarbrucken, then took the A6 almost all the way to Nurnberg. As Talibah turned north on A73, I told her to keep going, rather than taking the exit at Nurnberg. She gave me startled look, but did as I said. We passed through Furth and Erlangen, and when we got to Bamberg I directed her to one of the public parking garages near the center of the city. We found a small but clean hotel near the Rathaus (City Hall) that had been built in the middle of the river centuries ago to preserve the peace between disagreeing factions on either side of the river. I booked a room for two and when we got to the room, I told Talibah to strip. "So you are going to rape the information you need out of me?" She said derisively as she began removing her garments. "First I'm going to take a shower and I want you where I can see you while I do." I told her, starting on my own clothes. "Of course, if you're shy, you can always get in the shower with your clothes on, but sleeping in wet clothes could be a little uncomfortable, especially since you'd have to sleep on the floor. I don't want the bed wet because of your modesty." In the light of the room, Talibah was actually a striking beauty, and those eyes flashed with fire as she stripped, revealing a surprisingly sexy figure! It would be a pity if I had to kill this one. In the shower, she refused my offer to wash her back, so I finished washing myself quickly, keeping one eye on her at all times. Talibah did the same, and warily we got ourselves clean. Once we had dried off, I went through Talibah's clothing, finding yet another knife, as she sat in one of the small room's chairs. I then folded her things neatly - Navy training, don't you know - and lifted the mattress of the bed on which I intended to sleep, placing her clothes flat on the slats underneath. It wouldn't keep her around if she was really dedicated, but I thought she would be wary about doing anything that might attract the attention of the police, especially since, by now, her knife would have been found next to Ahmed's body. Certainly, running around a hotel nude or covered only in a towel would attract a certain amount of attention. I pointed to the other bed and drew back the covers on mine, letting her watch me slip my Beretta and the switchblade I picked up in Ipswich under the pillow. I'm a light sleeper, and my bed was between hers and the door, so I was fairly confident she wouldn't slip out during the night. I waited for Talibah to get into bed then turned out the lights using the switch next to my bed. In the dark, before her eyes had a chance to adjust, I slipped the weapons from under my pillow, tucking them in beside me as I got under the duvet. Old habits die hard. When you're in tense situations for long periods of time, you learn to sleep whenever you get the chance, but you also learn to be aware of your surroundings, even as you sleep. It was a little after 2 am when I was awakened by the rustling of the duvet on the next bed. I waited, keeping my breathing deep and steady. I was on my side facing the door with my back to the other bed and it wasn't long before I felt the pillow shift a bit. I concentrated on breathing and let Talibah search the area under the pillow. Not finding what she sought, she came around to my side, and through half-closed lids, I watched in the moonlight filtering through the window as she sought, once again, to appropriate my weapons. "You're quite beautiful in the moonlight," I said softly, startling her, "but you won't find what you're looking for under the pillow." Taking the bait, she sensuously slipped under the covers with me, whispering sexily, "And will I find it here?" Talibah's hand sought and found my slowly hardening cock as her soft, warm body cuddled next to mine. I palmed the knife, moving it back under the pillow as I shifted to make room for her. The Beretta stayed where it was. "I was cold, sleeping alone in the other bed." The black eyed beauty whispered, biting my nipple. "I need warming." My left hand found its way between her thighs, which opened to accept it, and found her sex moist and ready. "Tell me, Talibah," I asked, nibbling at her earlobe, "what does Al Qaeda want with the disc I carry?" To my surprise, she started laughing! All pretense at seduction went out the window as the dusky skinned lady laughed long and hard! At some point, though, the uncontrollable laughter changed to gut wrenching sobbing and tears flowed freely from those lovely dark eyes. I held her for whatever good it might do, my mind puzzling over this strange behavior. If this was ploy, it was rather an unconventional one. After a long time, during which she soaked the corner of my sheet with her tears, Talibah finally calmed enough to be coherent. "You really don't know?" she asked. "You think Al Qaeda wants that disc? Ah! Of course! Ahmed told you!" "I'm pretty sure Ahmed wasn't lying when he told me that." I replied. "No, he wasn't." Talibah sighed. "He still thinks we work for Al Qaeda." "I think you'd better explain." "A little over a year ago," she said, "our cell leader, Ghalib, was captured by agents of your CIA. A few weeks later, miraculously, he escaped. The only thing is, he wasn't the same. Since that time, our activities have been... different. The targets we are given do not seem to have a purpose in promoting Al Qaeda's goals." I could see what she was alluding to and didn't like the implications. "You think Ghalib is now working for the CIA?" I asked. "I am sure of it." She said bitterly. "Then why do you continue to work with him?" "For the same reason I worked with him before - so my mother will not starve to death." She replied. "Al Qaeda, or one of its other organizations, gives her a little money for food in exchange for me blowing up infidels. As long as Ghalib doesn't tell them to stop, my mother will continue to live. I don't care who gives him his orders. I only care about my poor mother!" I couldn't tell whether she was telling the truth, but I knew a couple of ladies who might be able to find out. "If your mother were safe," I said, "would you continue doing what you are doing?" She snorted. "When I was first recruited by Al Qaeda, I was determined to save all Muslims from the Western infidels, even if I had to blow myself up to do it! In the ruins of Afghanistan, it was easy to believe that this was the way to rid the world of the Christian menace! As time passed, and I saw more of the world and thought about what I saw, I began to realize how foolish this terrorism is. It creates more hatred and chaos while draining the money that countries like the US could be using for whatever foreign aid they might choose to give. Instead, now, they spend it on fighting Al Qaeda and other terrorist organizations! I do not know what the answer is. I want someone to help Muslims like my mother who have nothing but hard dirt to their names, but I no longer believe that we have the right to demand that help, or to kill people who have nothing to do with making those decisions. It is a path that can only lead to more death, until the whole world is sick of it!" "If I could see to it that your mother was safe and guarantee that, not only would she have enough to eat, but a safe place to sleep, clean water, and good clothes to wear," I asked, "would you be willing to help me take down Ghalib and his CIA handlers?" She looked at me in the dim light, as if trying to guage my sincerity. "You could do that?" "Not personally, but I know some people who might be able to pull it off." I replied honestly, "I need to get in touch with them to verify that they can do it, but I need your answer first. If you will not help, then there's no point in pursuing it." In fact, I was pretty sure those people were listening in... "I would need protection, too." Talibah replied. "If you can get my mother and me to the United States, in a safe location, I will gladly help you. Al Qaeda, at least, believes that what it is doing is right. The people giving Ghalib his orders use us for their own purposes. I will not betray other Al Qaeda members, though." I thought about that and replied, "I can live with that. Let's get some sleep. Hopefully, I'll be able to contact my people in the morning." I had thought Talibah would move back to the other bed now that her attempt at seduction had been sidetracked. Instead, she curled up in my arms and fell asleep. I, too slept and awoke feeling somewhat refreshed. I had gone a long time without sleep, and wanted to be sharp for my encounter with Ghalib. I left Talibah in the bed and went to perform my morning ablutions. I returned from the bathroom to find my Beretta aimed at me. I glanced at the young lady holding it and continued dressing. "Did you mean what you said?" she asked, keeping the gun on me. "Yes," I said, "I meant it." "When will you contact the people who can do this?" "As soon as you decide you can trust me." I said. Talibah gave me a penetrating look, then reversed the gun and handed it to me butt first. I took it, ejected the empty clip and seated a full one from my jacket pocket without saying anything to the girl. "You knew I would go for the gun." She said flatly. "I would have been disappointed in you if you hadn't." I replied. She gave me another penetrating stare. "So how do you contact these people?" I smiled, and to her puzzlement, said, "Lovely weather for this time of year, isn't it?" "It is, but are you going to answer my question?" Talibah asked. No sooner had she finished asking than a knock sounded on the door. When I opened it, Sun and Jun slipped inside, weapons drawn to cover Talibah. "She's not a threat, at present." I told them. "You only gave me one way to call you in, so that's what I did. I hope you've been listening to our conversation." "We have." Sun replied, causing her silenced automatic to disappear. "Mei is on her way to Afghanistan as we speak. Also, we checked. This Ghalib was indeed captured by the CIA and released after several weeks. Since then, they have been receiving regular reports from him, including his suspicions that little Talibah here knew his allegiance had changed." Jun turned to my captive, continuing her sister's speech as if she were the same person. "He was afraid you would go over his head and let his Al Qaeda bosses know about him." "He planned to turn you over to his CIA contacts along with the disc." Sun picked up the thread. "They didn't believe you had any information they needed, and the fact that the French Police are looking for you in conjunction with Ahmed's murder made them nervous. They planned to just kill you and dump your body somewhere." "How can you know this?" Talibah asked, extremely agitated. Jun smiled that special smile of hers and said, "We have our own resources, and the fact that our employer's company does work for the US Government gives us access to certain computers that make it easier to get to other computers. This information is solid and it makes us potential allies, since it means our employer's customer is trying to defraud him." "My mother?" Talibah seemed a little short of breath. "We need her name and where to find her," Sun replied, "and some way for her to know that you have sent us. Our... colleagues will get her to safety." "My mother's name is Ifra." Taliba replied quickly, as if afraid the offer would be withdrawn. "She will know I sent you if you remind her of the yellow flowers I used to bring her. They grew in the rocks, and like the people of Afghanistan, could survive in even the harshest of conditions."