Chapter 4

With that bloody image in my head, I didn't let Kristy give me a blowjob for a week.

We spent that time skulking around Ohio, running away whenever we saw an Asian face, no matter how old, fat, or shriveled. Finally, we passed a sign for a night watchman at a landscaping nursery. The owner lived in town but needed someone to live on the premises because of the valuable specimens.

We settled into a trailer set in from the road a ways down the farm track. The workers knocked off at 4:00 every day and then we had acres upon acres to ourselves. The car was parked under an old oak tree that no satellite was going to bother to penetrate. The thought occurred to me that earth.google had been advertising for weeks that they were starting to refresh their images of every street in the world every 24 hours and access was "only" $100 a month - that's practically free to firms that have Chinese, psycho, martial arts assassins in both flavors of gender.

Just the thought of them brought twinges to my bruised breast bone. One would think that a young, red-blooded man who had his own personal sex kitten would be fucking her brains out every damn day at every possible moment, but that's just your lack of imagination, my friend. For instance, I don't believe that my asshole unscrewed from its lock-tight position for three days.

As I patrolled the grounds night by night, memories forgotten came rushing back. There was the time when my platoon was ordered into the streets of Caracas to take the president's palace. Chavez's personal guard had set up a contracting set of perimeters that folded ever tighter as we pushed in. No one still had built body armor that defeats rocket propelled grenades, especially the new models with the micro-flechettes that rip tiny bleeders through your guts that medics can't easily locate and plug, but burn fiercely. We were scared then, but we were committed to the mission, we were a unit, and we watched out for each other. I was terrified, but I was happy; killing a vicious enemy is a rush.

I snorted in disbelief.

Nobody thought that President Clinton had the guts to protect our closest oil resource, but she proved to everyone that she was one raging bitch with brass balls no less. She announced that the United States was not interested in nation building and that she hoped the Venezuelans were civilized enough not to take up arms against each other because the American troops were only going to protect the oil supplies. The Iraqi war vets who were our senior officers cheered, telling us that we had a better chance of coming back with all of our limbs attached. The natives slaughtered each other but as the lady said, it wasn't my problem. Some soldiers returned "traumatized" by the bloody violence they had witnessed; I was blasé. It got boring when they stopped shooting at us.

What was my mission now, to protect a kidnapped, rewired teenaged sex kitten for a dead man? Add to the circumstances that she was my only back-up with a thoroughly honed sense of destruction worthy of a serial killing, psychotic cannibal. Even with her at my side, I wasn't trained to kill martial art assassins without a firearm; I was personally defenseless. There is nothing like a fear of violent death to take your mind off of sex.

The clear nights with a sky full of stars worked their magic though and eventually attentive calm returned. Light pollution was confined to the center of the largest communities because the electricity was too expensive, and the solar lamps were still small output, which meant that the clear nights were spectacular. Kristy would accompany me on my nightly rounds. Jesus, she stayed glued to me unless I gave specific commands to stay put. Somehow she knew the right moment, and she seduced me by a copse of young birch trees. Their white trunks glowed slightly in moonlight as she pinned me to a tree.

That night Kristy revealed another secret of her programming: she could give a man an erection at any time. She was already standing naked and had me mostly undressed because I remember the bark being rough against my back. My cock was dangling uselessly between my legs. With her lips and her fingers, she touched me in pattern from behind my ears down to my stomach and across my thighs. Before she ever laid a finger on my prick, she touched me there and there until my erection strained with power.