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This was written as a request for more information to another story
that I had posted in ASS.  If you have read any of my stroies which
deal with Del Steele, you may like this as well.










Everyone knows that the United States of America has several groups
which, for all intents and purposes, don’t exist.  Those that are
well known operate under a cloud of mystery which was created not by
some suit in an office building, but by the citizens of the U.S. and
the world at large.  Yet there are, and always will be, a few groups
which not even the President knows about.  The Hunters are but one
such group, and I am their commander.

Hunters, by definition, are agents who are concerned with information
gathering.  They are not spies in the sense that we trained someone to
infiltrate a place and extract either information or a person.  These
humans were hatched with all the necessary knowledge for whatever task
we chose to program them for.  And the word hatched is not misused;
they were all grown in some large tube in a base which, by
coincidence, does not exist.

About three months ago, the entire program was dismantled officially.
If you happen to know G-speak, the official language of the
professional liars who are collectively known as government officials,
you know what “officially” means.  On paper, all traces of the
Hunters was destroyed and everyone associated with the program was
sanctioned.  In reality…

So… what exactly does a hunter do?  Well… that depends on what type
of hunter the human happens to be.  Some are little more than
cybernetic-enhanced humans.  They are meant primarily to bolster the
ranks of the military.  Others are biologics:  pure humans with
slightly enhanced muscles and mental capacity.  Then there are the
Wyldlings.

Wyldlings owe their existence to Dr. Howard Terry.  He’s a genius in
every sense of the word in the field of genetic manipulation.  He’s
also the world’s biggest sex fiend.  I’ve seen his collection of
porn films: video tapes and DVD disks.  You name it, he has it.  And
the Wyldlings have benefited from his genius and sexual attitude.

All of the Wyldlings are shape shifters of some sort.  Take Jenny
Donaldson for example.  She was one of Terry’s first successes and is
capable of changing the shape of her body.  In essence.. she can look
like some bloated whale of a woman to a model with more curves than a
horny teenage male would know what to do with if he had three hundred
eternities to work with.  And, as a special bonus, she actually
ejaculates.  That I know from personal experience.  I was the first
person to have sex with her, and it was very erotic.  She used her
ability to manipulate the structure of her cunt.  It went from tight
and muscular to a soft, comfortable feel similar to a warm bath.  And
that rippling trick managed to yank three loads from me before I had
the chance to recover from the first two.  I remember thinking she
would make a great porn star… which is where I placed her.  She’s
currently working on her thirteenth movie.  I still envy the men and
women who get to slide their bodies over hers… whatever shape it
happens to take.

J.D. was the second success.  He can alter the color of his skin.
It’s a small ability, but coupled with his knowledge of close to
twenty different languages and mastery of disguises it makes him the
perfect insertion agent.  Terry played havoc with his staying power;
there are times when J.D. will literally stay hard all night long
without knowing orgasm.  Other times, he’ll blow a load at the
thought of the possibility of getting laid and be finished for the
rest of the day.  J.D. managed to get some control over Terry’s
tinkering, and linked it to several of his identities.

Then there is his greatest, and last, line of Wyldlings: the Garou and
their Kin.  Apparently a throwback to his days of playing role playing
games, Terry decided to create werewolves, werecats, werebears and
werereptiles.  Most of this line died during gestation.  Yet some
survived.  I don’t know where most of them are, but I have kept in
touch with three.  Melissa Dinkle is a werepanther.  Gino “The
Cobra” Corelli is a werecobra.  Then there’s Delvar Steele.  He’s
the werewolf.  Not “a” werewolf… “the” werewolf.

Melissa was coded to be a lesbian.  She’s currently the lover of a
top Senate member with ties to several individuals the Hunters are
keeping an eye on..  I’ve seen her with several women who thought
they knew how to please a sex partner, but none of them can match her.
I’ve seen Melissa turn a woman into a quivering mass of flesh.  And
she knows how to use a strap on dildo like men know, or at least claim
to know, how to swing dick.  I remember seeing her bang my secretary
on my desk one afternoon when I was supposed to be in a meeting.  Now
I had been between Agnes’ leg many times and fancied that I knew how
to pleas her.  Apparently I didn’t know everything;  there no way I
can eat pussy with the total wanton lust that Melissa displayed.  She
fucked her tongue into Agnes like a pro, and I was grateful that my
room was sound proof… and wired for just such an occasion.  Watching
them gave me a boner which lasted the rest of the day… literally.
And then there was the way Melissa fucked Agnes with that black dildo.
Even though I had the sound turned off I could clearly hear the sound
of slapping, sweat soaked flesh.  I watched their faces:  Agnes was
lost to the sensations while Melissa was equally lost in the act of
giving maximum pleasure.  I called Agnes into my office and gave her
three days off;  from the look on her face she would need a week.

Gino is now don of the Mafia, which the US government still claims to
have totally eliminated.  He’s a sweet guy so long as one does not
try to fuck him over.  His cock is close to twelve inches long when
fully erect, and it flares out like a cobra’s hood.  
>From what I’ve been able to gather, he’s great in bed.  I wouldn’t
>know, but I know three 
of the women who have slept with him.  It comes as no shock that they
all love anal sex;  Terry’s coding left Gino with a craving for back
door action.  I just wish I could see one of Gino’s conquests take
twelve inches of Italian cock up the ass.

Now as far as Delvar Steele goes, he doesn’t exist and was never
created.  IF you were to ask me what I know about Delvar Steele I
would tell you that he’s a character my son created for his role
playing games.  In reality, he runs a splinter group of Hunters
dedicated to the security of the United States from internal
disturbances.  Or, in simple terms, he runs a merc unit used to
sanction anyone we want.  Anyone… even the President.  Terry would
never say what his “gift” to Delvar was, but I have a feeling that
Terry decided to create the ultimate controlled pervert.  Aside from
dead females, animals, gay sex and bondage where he’s the one being
tied and whipped, Delvar has been there and done that.  We are still
trying to figure out how intensive his network is.  I know he’s got
every Hunter under his command, but how I know that is based more on
instinct than intelligence.  I also know that Delvar is the only one
to have rewritten some of Terry’s coding, a task Terry and I are
still trying to figure out.  Delvar, or Del as he likes to be called,
is partial to heavier women.  Not the fat things which waddle down the
city streets, but rather those females most men would consider fucking
they were totally smashed or the woman lost a few pounds.  And they
all fall into the time honored category of cute, which means that if
you get two men together and have them critique her, the argument
could last until both me died of old age.

Delvar also has the ability to get a woman to trust him.  Sounds like
a crock of shit, but it has it’s good points.  For instance:  every
woman he has slept with is still a close friend, a mystery I would
love to learn the secret of.  I have never witness him in action…
field or bed… but I happened to have bumped into someone who’s
married to a young lady he did sleep with.  The guy’s got a lot of
money, and works hard.  Which would normally mean he doesn’t spend a
great deal of time with his wife.  Thanks to Del, he doesn’t have to
worry about her taking a lover on the side and the scandal that comes
with him;  she’s been faithful.  And, to hear him tell the tale, a
tiger in the sack.  He was used to women who threw him the pussy like
one throws a dog a bone.  This woman was totally different.  I can’t
get the picture out of my head of him smiling as he remembered the
night that they tossed each other’s salad.

So just who are the other Hunters?  Do I happen to know any of them?
All I can say is this:  if you happen to be in bed with someone who
knows way too much about sex, moves very quietly, and knows exactly
which buttons to push to make you do anything from dance the polka
while getting butt fucked to kill your grandmother… you may.  Who
knows… someone out there may have married one.  Maybe I married one.
Maybe… I am one.


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