Mission: In Her Skin - Part 1
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"You're quite something. I never tire of looking at your beautiful body."
I turned around quickly to see Jerry looking at me lustfully. I feel the swing of my now unrestrained breasts. He walked over and, before I could say anything, kissed me on the lips. I stood there paralyzed. I was kissing a man!
I fought back the revulsion and allowed myself to kiss back. Something inside me was getting turned on. My female body was reacting to this, and this only heightened my disgust even more. I knew he expected me to have sex with him.
Now I had done a lot in the course of my career, which I found distasteful in the name of 'Queen and Country.' Having sex with a man was where I drew the line.
I broke away from him. "Why don't you go and get out of that suit while I fix us some drinks?" I said, heading over to the small bar in the corner of the room.
I quickly grabbed my handbag on the way. Luckily, I had the foresight to stock it up with a few government-issued items before leaving the base. I grabbed two glasses and uncorked a bottle of wine. Then, out of his sight, I slipped some of the powder I had taken from the handbag into his glass and gave it a stir.
Turning back, I could see him now lying on the bed, completely naked and sporting a large erection. I could feel my level of arousal increasing and was finding it hard to hold it back. He patted the bed next to him. I walked over slowly and sat next to him, passing his glass as I did so.
To my relief, he gulped it down and tossed the glass aside. He grabbed me lustfully, and I felt his mouth clamp down on my breast as he started to suck. Shock raced through me as my nipples hardened. The drug should have worked already. Had I given him the right stuff? I felt a slight moan of pleasure escape my lips. I couldn't help it. Then...he slumped over unconscious.
I can't tell you the relief I had. The thought of what was about to happen. The fact that I would very likely have enjoyed it didn't bear thinking about.
I was suddenly very cold. I grabbed the first thing I could reach and pulled it on. it was Jerry's shirt. I wrapped up in it and hugged myself tight. I felt my breasts press against my arms. I was close to shock. I had kissed a man and came within moments of having sex with one. The thought shook me to my core. I sat there for several minutes until the shaking subsided.
I grabbed the first thing I could reach and pulled it on. It was Jerry's shirt. I wrapped up in it and hugged myself tight. I felt my breasts press against my arms. I was close to shock. I had kissed a man and came within moments of having sex with one.
Gathering my composure, I clumsily dressed in the clothes I had on before and grabbed Jerry's keys. It wouldn't matter if I took his car, for by the time he came around, he would have several of Her Majesty's Secret Agents surrounding him.
By the time I got back to base, my superior had a very concerned look on his face. "Just where the hell have you been?" He bellowed.
"Just a few complications, Sir," I casually replied. "Nothing to worry about. Now, if I could get back to my body, I would be perfectly willing to brief you."
He grumbled a bit, then sent me down to Doctor Johnston. If he noticed my makeup was smeared, he didn't mention it.
When I arrived, I noticed my own body still hooked up to the machine. The doctor's assistant laid me down and hooked me up. I breathed a sigh of relief. In a few minutes, I would be safe back in my own body. I saw the doctor start it up. Then, suddenly, a look of concern came over his face.
"There's something wrong," he shouted.
I saw my body convulse as electricity passed through it.
"For Christ's sake, man. Shut it down," the doctor cried at his assistant.
"It's too late, Sir. The transfer is going ahead."
Then everything faded to blackness.
When my senses returned, the first thing I noticed was the smell of makeup and perfume. The perfume was a different scent, though. I could see, but I couldn't move. I saw my hands folded together, holding a small black purse, resting on my lap. I could feel my hands clasped together, and I could feel them resting on my thighs, but I could not move them.
I felt a cool breeze against my legs and saw the hem of the skirt I was wearing flare up in the breeze. I could hear a man talking, his voice slowly speaking about another man who had died. Then I heard him use my name!
"So, you're finally awake?" The voice had no sound, yet it was clear as a bell. It was Lily speaking to me in our collective mind. We were still together, and she was in control!
"What happened?" I asked.
"You died; at least your body did. Terrible accident, an electrical short in the machine they used to invade my mind. It shot over 10,000 volts at nearly 500 amps through your brain and body. The casket is just for show. They could have buried what was left in a shoebox." Then she laughed. Not out loud, but I heard it just the same. Actually, it was worse. I could not only hear the laughter, but I could also feel the hatred she felt for me.
I could feel her mouth smile and her breathing changed as she laughed at my fate.
"Do they know I'm here?" I asked her. Maybe they could get another body and pull my mind out of her yet.
"No, and I have no intention of telling them. Now hush, don't you want to enjoy your own funeral? I am enjoying it immensely," she said in a smug manner.
There was no body language to convey the feelings and no inflection of speech to show emotion. The direct mental contact made all of that unnecessary. The raw emotions were much stronger when experienced this way. I knew exactly what she felt, and she knew what I felt.
"That's right, I can tell what you think and feel. I did from the start. When you were controlling my body, I felt how terrified you were that you might have to screw Jerry. Well, you managed to knock him out first. You still screwed him, though, didn't you?"
"I've been told he'll get sixty years in prison. For what, selling a few computers to a couple of third-world countries? You'd think he was both Kray brothers rolled into one, the way your group carried on." She was screaming at me, somehow.
She was very angry with me. I wondered what she could do about it, though. Hurting me meant hurting herself, I thought.
"I can make you sorry, Lawrence, without hurting myself. You'll see soon. By the way, if I don't want you to know what I'm thinking or feeling, you won't. I discovered that when you were in control. It's really my body after all." She stopped talking to me then.
The funeral service continued. My former supervisor made a short eulogy and shed a few tears. My ex-wife laid a rose on my casket, and several of my former mates from the service did as well. There was a five-gun salute, and then everyone stood and left.
Lily lingered and walked up to to the casket and let me read the gold plaque on the top. It had my name and rank in Her Majesty's Secret Service and a brief listing of my decorations.
"Not much to show for all you gave for your country, is it?" She said, the hatred she was projecting was overwhelming.
"I knew the risks when I accepted my commission. I died for what I believe in. If you tell them I am alive in your mind, they'll extract me, and I may die, but you'll have privacy at least," I reasoned with her. I had no desire to spend the next sixty to seventy years as a passenger in her body.
"I saw what they did to your body; no deal. Besides, the accident that fried your body also killed the scientist who was running the project and destroyed the device. Brave man, he died trying to save you. There is no going back, ever. Get used to this, Lawrence; you are going to be here for a very long time," she said and laughed again.
The next few days were mostly boring. She had to find a new job since we had locked up her boyfriend and employer. She had good skills, so she didn't have too hard a time finding one.
It was terribly boring just watching her fill out applications and wait for her interviews. She would read magazines that appealed to her. Fashion, hair, and cosmetics were the worst. Computer periodicals were nearly as bad, since she would read the articles I would have in about half the time I did. She must be some type of speed-reading freak. I asked her several times to at least tell me what the article said, and she would ignore me.
Finally, she found a job. When she got home from the last interview, she stripped off her clothes and showered. She shaved her legs and underarms and even around her bikini line. I could hear her giggling at my discomfort at having to watch. I knew she was dressing for a date. I didn't know who with, though. She had not received a call or invitation that I saw or heard.
Lily put on a garter belt with stockings and then panties. She took the time to explain.
"By putting the panties on last, I can slip them off without undressing if the mood hits me. You want to bet it will hit me, Lawrence, old boy?" Her laughter was grating and unmerciful.
"Lily, this is self-destructive behavior. You could find yourself with a serial killer or rapist. Just strolling around to pick up a guy to punish me—that's not healthy," I tried to tell her, but she wasn't listening.
Lily put on a black rubber dress so short and tight, it made breathing and walking difficult. She then put on a pair of ridiculously high heels. Then she applied her makeup in a more flamboyant manner than she had when job hunting.
She looked like she was begging to be taken and, in fact, she was. She went to five different clubs that night. She finally found the man she was looking for. His name was Nigel and she knew him from college. He invited her to dance as a slow tune was played.
"Lily, I haven't seen you in a couple of years. What have you been up to?" Nigel asked. His eyes were on her barely covered breasts, and his hands were on her hips. She squirmed with eagerness at his touch.
"Nigel, I want you to come back to my place and make love to me. On second thought, I want you to come back and have a lot of sex with me. Can you do that?" She asked, while breathing heavily in his ear.
"Uh, sure, why not? It's Friday night, isn't it?" Nigel agreed, lust filling his eyes as his hands drifted lower on Lily's backside.
Lily was enjoying this a great deal. She led Nigel to her car and we drove to her flat. We were barely inside the door when Nigel began taking her clothes off. I was disgusted with the whole thing, but there was nothing I could do except watch.
Lily helped him undress too, and soon they were kissing and rolling around on the floor like animals. Lily's body was responding to Nigel's fingers, tongue, and lips. I felt her get wet, and what had to be the beginnings of an orgasm began to grow. At that point, Lily pushed Nigel over on his back. She took his cock in her hand and began lightly stroking it. Nigel smiled at her and they kissed again. Then Lily moved her head to Nigel's stomach and kissed his navel. Her head moved further down his body until she was just about Nigel's manhood. Slowly, she lowered her head and opened her mouth.
"Okay, Lawrence, time for your initiation into the life of a real woman, enjoy," she said as her head lowered to his throbbing shaft.
It was some hours later. Nigel lay asleep in the bed next to us. I was recovering from a kind of mental shock. I could not believe what we had done over the last few hours. Lily hadn't gone for a simple wham, bam, thank you, Ma'am sex session. She had decided to take it a lot farther. After that sickening blowjob, she had let him take her. Allowing herself to be coaxed into those ever-increasing orgasms.
Oh, those wonderful orgasms.
Then we would rest for a small while before she used foreplay to bring forth the lust in him again. This went on over the hours again and again, finding new ways to do it, trying new positions.
Then, finally, when we finished and he was asleep, we lay back enjoying the wonderful afterglow. This sickened me; I could not believe that I had enjoyed it.
"That's the thing, isn't it?" Lily said with a laugh in our minds. "It would have been okay with you to have had sex with a man in the end, knowing that there was nothing you could do to stop it. But the fact that you enjoyed it. The fact that when he made love to us and brought forth the orgasms, you wanted more.
Well, that's your male ego cannot take. And that is what has brought forth the despair in you that I wanted."
"You're a bitch," I snarled.
"And you're a bastard for what you and your precious organisation did to me," She quickly retorted.
"My organisation may very well have saved countless lives by putting your boyfriend into prison where he belonged. He was selling computer secrets to countries trying to create nuclear weapons. You were too infatuated with his 'dark side' to see him for the kind of man he really was," I yelled back.
Lily jumped out of bed and stormed into the living room. She lit a cigarette, not because she wanted one but because it infuriated me. Lily stomped around, smoking and fuming. The silent argument continued.
"Do you have to smoke? You know how bad that is for you. Damn, is this the way it's going to be for the rest of OUR lives? You're doing things just to make me mad?" I asked her. "No matter how dangerous they may be?"
"Damn straight. All you have to do is leave me the hell alone. Sit there in your 'room' and be quiet, and I'll limit the blowjobs to once in a while with someone special. This is my life and I'll live it the way I want to. You're an unwelcome guest, and I'll treat you as one. I think I'll go see if I can wake Nigel up and have round two. How about it, you up for it, Lawrence?" Lily asked.
"Lily, can we make a deal? Is there something I can do for you that will keep you from having oral sex with men, please?" I asked her, nearly begging.
"No, not now that I know how much you really hate it Lawrence," Lily responded with glee. "I'm going to make you sorry you ever set foot inside my mind, you son of a bitch. Ha! I just realized.
You're not really a SON of a bitch anymore, are you? You're a woman just like me, exactly like me. There are no male organs on this body, but there will soon be one INSIDE it again!
Now, where shall I have Nigel insert it this time? What's left? Oh, I know what we haven't done yet. Do you suppose Nigel is into that sort of thing? Let's find out, Lawrence, sweetie. Shall I call you Laurie? No, Lawrence is more fitting, so you remember who you USED to be." Lily laughed out loud at that last thought.
I felt more depressed than I ever had. I was helpless, completely helpless. Had I been in my own body, I knew seven ways to kill this woman with just my bare hands, painlessly. But I was stuck inside her head with no hope for escape. She was truly terrified of trying the machine again, and I could not blame her. It might well kill us both.
Life as a woman might not be bad if I were in control and could choose my own partners. This was pure hell, though. Suicide was not an option since I could not raise a finger. Despite my training, skills, and education, I was helpless. Only slightly better off than a man who was completely paralyzed. At least I get to feel the wind on Lily's face. Oh God, if I could only die.
Lily was working on waking up Nigel. She wasn't having much luck.
"I intend to punish you some more tonight, Lawrence. I'm going to do that special thing you like so much. All I have to do is wake Nigel up," Lily said. I withdrew as much as I could, but it was useless, really; there was nowhere else I could go.
"Give it a rest, Lily," Nigel mumbled, " You've drained me. I had no idea you had such an appetite. Let me sleep." With that, he rolled over, and in seconds, he was snoring.
Lily became furious, screaming at me and throwing things. She wanted to make me feel humiliated again and again. She was about to start tearing the room apart when I managed to get her to listen for a moment.
"I surrender, Lily, you have beaten me. I would leave if there were some way, but I know of none. Is it not enough that I have been cast into your body as an unwilling rider? I have no input into what we do, say, or eat, or even who we sleep with. Is it not enough that my family thinks I'm dead?
That I will never be a man again? What else can you do to make my punishment worse without disgracing yourself? This self-destructive road you have started tonight will not make me any more miserable than I already am," I said. If she could see my face, I would be weeping.
She had won; she had broken the 'mighty' secret agent. She had destroyed my will and self-respect. I was cowering like a small child, at her mercy.
Why did she not feel any joy, any triumph?
Keeping her thoughts to herself, Lily went to bed.
Over the next few days, we didn't speak much. Or at least I should say she didn't speak too much. She mostly brooded.
I found myself making a few suggestions to her diet. To drink tea without sugar. To eat more red meat, but she pretty much ignored me. She was right when she said I was an unwanted passenger. So the days passed by. They were unbearably slow.
The worst thing was her new job. It was your typical office job. Spending most of the day in front of a computer updating databases. Solving minor system problems. I was used to more than this. This is a tiresome, dreary job. I needed more. Somehow, I sensed that she did. She had a keen intellect which had not yet been allowed to blossom, and this was not the sort of environment where it could do so.
Soon, the next Friday night came by. Of course, we went out on the town. We spent most of the night dancing in the hot, claustrophobic nightclub. She, of course, got overly friendly with a few men and allowed their enthusiastic hands to roam her body. But mostly tonight, her heart was not in it.
She had worn a slinky white dress with a slit up one leg. I thought it was even more obvious than the rubber dress she had worn the week before.
She had worn a slinky white dress with a slit up one leg. I thought it was even more revealing than the rubber dress she had worn the week before. Her sullen mood was obvious to everyone..
We left the nightclub, alone, at around midnight. There wasn't a taxi anywhere to be seen, and she foolishly started walking down the back streets. I pleaded with her to wait near the club buts, but he didn't listen. She seemed to be following a path of self-ruin.
It was then that my worst fears were answered.
She didn't notice until too late.
Two imposing men stepped out from the shadows in front of us.
"Well, well, well. We do have a pretty one here, don't we?" one of the men said with a lewd grin. "How about giving us boys something a little special?"
Lily turned to run, only to see a third man blocking her path behind.
"Plea.......please let me pass," She stammered, as fear wracked her body.
"Oh, we'll let you pass once you've given us a service," the same man said. "After all, you only find prostitutes walking these streets at this hour. Considering the way you are dressed, you're one. So, be a good little whore and strip for us."
Lily was frozen to the spot. Her mind was in a state of shock.
"Lily. Give me control," I said in my mind. "I know you can. I can do something about this."
The three men advanced. One of them grabbed her arm.
"LILY!" I screamed as I fought to gain control. Then I felt her give. I was no longer the passenger.
I quickly thrust forward with the palm of my hand deep into the solar plexus of the man who had grabbed me. It worked. He let go, staggering back, winded. My trained combat mind was kicking in. The other two men gave gasps of surprise but were not yet ready to give me up.
One came forward, trying to grab me in a bear hug. I nimbly stepped aside, kicking him in the back of the leg and watching him fall to the ground.
"So the bitch has got tough on us, has she?" The third man called. "Let's see how tough she is now." He drew a blade from his pocket.
I nervously looked about. The other two men would recover pretty quickly. I needed to act fast.
"Give it up, luv. You've put up a brave fight, but you're not going to win," the man with the blade said. "I tell you what, we'll be happy to just take your purse and leave it at that."
"Piss off," I snarled. I should have taken them up on their offer, but I was angry now. Weeks of frustration were welling up. I needed a release, and this was it.
The man with the blade advanced. I backed away, giving a kick to one of the guys getting back up as I did, so as to buy myself more time.
Suddenly, he lunged for me with the blade. I just managed to dodge aside, feeling part of my dress rip as it caught on the blade. I used the opportunity to my full advantage, bringing my elbow down into the back of his neck as he passed me. He quickly turned around, but I was faster, launching my body into the air and kicking him squarely in the chest. He went down cold. I suddenly realised the advantage of high heels. They really gave you some extra power.
I was suddenly aware of someone moving fast behind me. He hit out at me, and I reacted too slowly. I felt his blow connect, and instinct made me roll with it. I was sent tumbling to the street, badly bruised in the ribs, cursing as I did so. Had I not rolled, those ribs would now be broken.
I used the nearby wall to help myself up as he advanced. He charged at me with rage in his eyes. I stepped forward. The technique I had in mind was a risky one, but it was the best I could think of.