THE SWORD AND SICKLE

PART TWO: DECEPTION

CHAPTER-SIX

CASSINI-2 PROBE

©2017, Olan L. Smith

(This section contains sexually explicit material)

"We don't have a person assigned to alter images, sir."

"Then who is willing to do this work?"

"Dr. Santos would be best to do this type of work."

"Then get her on the phone and get her to come in, soldier."

"I would, sir, but she lives an hour away.

"Never mind. I will have a helicopter pick her up. Write down her address, and I will have my pilot and some men detain her."

Alicia heard the helicopter as it landed in her front yard. "Now, what the hell is going on?" She said to herself, She got up and went to the front room as two men in black suits came to her door. She sat down on the couch and didn't answer. They bashed in the door and walked in with their guns drawn. They walked around the place and left. It was as if she were visible. She said to herself, "Thank you, Adonai," and she continued to watch as they returned to the helicopter and flew away. She walked back to the bedroom.

The agent called me Director Morgan. "Sir, we went to the address, and we found nothing."

"What do you mean you found nothing?"

"Well, sir, the house was empty. No furniture, no food, no clothing—nothing, and from what I could tell by the dust on the counter, no one has lived there for some time."

"Shit, stay there for a while. I may have a new address for you to go to." Director Morgan turned to Bob and asked, "Are you sure about her address?"

"Yes sir. She had us over to her place for a party last weekend."

"Could you be confused and mean East Haven Drive?"

"No, it is up the I-210 in a remote area by the mountains, Director Morgan, and it's the sixth exit beyond the Heavenly Mall. She lives on West Haven Drive, sir."

"That's where I sent the agents. Why do they tell me that no one has lived at that house in quite some time? Do you want to change your story?"

"No, sir, you can ask our director; he was there with us. I'm not sure what to tell you. Maybe your agents got the wrong house."

"Who else can help us with this project?"

"I would pick Julie, sir."

"You better hope she is home, Gibbon. Or your ass is on the block!"

"Yes sir."

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Greta and Reuben arrived in Brentwood with their moving van at about four in the afternoon. Before they left the cab of the truck, Greta said to Reuben, "You would think they would at least afford to use movers."

Reuben replied, "You'd think! Well, Betty, I hope your back is in good shape."

"Oh, don't worry about me; I'm in good condition.

"Well, let's get to it."

"Yes, sir, hubby, after you."

They finished unloading about seven p.m. when Greta said to Reuben, "I don't know about you, George, but I need a shower before I eat anything. How about you?"

"I'll go after you. Just don't use all the hot water." Greta didn't think twice as she disrobed in front of her fake husband. She had grown so much since her last session with Dr. Burton. She felt completely at home with her body and sexuality. Plus, it didn't hurt that Agent Casteel's mind was an open book. No use in pussyfooting around this whole scenario; after all, they were husband and wife in the interim. Reuben's jaw dropped. He couldn't believe his eyes. There before him stood the most beautiful naked agent he had ever laid eyes on.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you, honey. I like to go nude as often as possible. I hope you don't mind."

"Oh, not at all. You can prance around in the nude all the time, as far as I'm concerned." He got out of his clothes as fast as he could. "Mind if I join you?"

Greta gave his nude frame the once-over. "Come on, Big Boy, I will lead the way. Let's see what you can manage for me." She led Ruben to the shower with one hand, and they stepped in. Greta said, "Good thing there is some soap left in here." She grabbed the sliver of green and rubbed it between her hands. "I hope you don't mind, but I'll need to do a great deal of rubbing to work up some suds, I hope you don't mind."

"Not at all, Betty. Rub to your heart's content."

"In this marriage, hun, I'm going to be a great lover," she said as she lathered up his chest and her hand headed directly south. "I prefer to clean down there first," she said as she reached down and grabbed his growing male member in her hand, and with her other hand, she aimed the shower wand to rinse the soap off his penis. "I don't like the taste of soap in my mouth." Kneeling in front of him, she licked his testicles while probing his anus with the middle finger of her left hand. She moved up his shaft and pulled back his foreskin. She watched as a thick, shiny gland exposed itself to the dripping water. Slowly, she licked around it, exploring every bit of its head. He was not particularly long, maybe six inches, but what he lacked in length, he more than made up for with girth. She relaxed her jaw, she slid his manhood in her mouth up to the hilt, and she wiggled her face back and forth against his pubic hairs as he grew even more. Slowly, she pulled it out. She thought about how great it was to read a man's mind while she did it. She could hear all his filthy thoughts as she went down on him the second time, plus now she knew exactly when to pull back and keep him from cumming too soon. She also knew he was capable of two more rounds. After about five minutes of careful oral manipulation, she sensed he could not last much longer. She slipped her finger in his asshole and massaged his prostate gland. That did it. He unloaded deep in the back of her throat. She swallowed up what she could and then wiped her face. "There is more waiting for you after we get the bed set up for the night."

"Damn, woman, I have never been sucked off like that. It was as though you were reading my mind. Shit your good!"

"Oh, there is one more thing I need to tell you. We will have to do this a lot before we start our job. You have to think like a married man because some of these people read your mind. That means you have to think of me as Betty all the time and never slip up. You have to lust after me like we are newlyweds. Think you can handle that, Big Boy?" She slipped him into her mouth again to suck all of the remaining fluids into her mouth. Ruben's body jerked several times, and he instinctively grabbed the back of her head, not so much to force her but to hang on for dear life. In his three-plus decades of life on earth, he'd never met a woman like this; she was a beast of a different type than he'd ever made love to in his three-plus decades of life, and she kept on sucking, digging her fingers deep into his buttocks.