Chapter Six
RAGE
Author: J Carrell Jones
Table of Content
Chapter Five
It was ten when we finally woke up. I turned on the TV and went straight to CNN. The military blew through the area and did a nice wrap up job. There was some collateral damage, but what would you expect. That was the military. The brute force arm of justice. Hammer against sewing pin. There was another segment on GI Jane and they wondered who I was. Lots of commentary from both Left and Right. Surprisingly, the Left applauded me for rescuing the family but thought my action excessive - since I was so skillful couldn’t I have taken more arms and not as many heads? Some said charges should be pressed, those were people not in control. The Right felt I should have left the family, dealt with the problem and then went back to save them. A CNN poll had favored my action by a good 73 points, which showed that those in position spoke what they thought and not what the people felt.
I switched the TV off and made breakfast for everyone. I wasn’t sure about Mary’s cooking but I knew Jim was an excellent chef. He was good at gourmet and I was good at the basics. I seasoned lightly, stuck to the staples. Jim was creative and made each home cooked dinner with me an event.
Minutes after I set the table Jim walked in. He kissed me hard. I said, “Nice to see you, too.” I made pan scrambled eggs, toast, chopped mushrooms and chopped sausages. There was a plate waiting for him. He sat down and I poured him a screw driver.
Mary entered a few moments later and gave me a sweet kiss. I liked the way she tasted and wanted to go further but just returned the kiss just as sweet. She sat down. I had coffee in front of her plate.
I sat down after serving everyone.
And we ate. No talking, just eating. I had a bloody Mary with my meal.
When I poured Mary her second cup of coffee she said, ”Karen, I’m afraid.”
I said, “So am I, but I have to do this. I put myself in harm’s way to help others, remember?”
Jim said, “But that doesn’t mean we can’t worry.”
I nodded.
He said, “When do we do this?”
“Now. No need in letting this linger.”
He nodded and Mary’s eyes teared up again. She came over to me and gave me a big hug.
I said, “Seriously, I plan on coming out of this alive.”
She said, “Promise?”
I nodded.
“Pinky promise?”
I gave her my pinky and we shook.
She smiled and kissed me again.
Sometime later I was standing in front of Reanders Institution. I knew she was in there. Cortez had snapped a photo of her near here. The FBI visited yesterday to investigate but had no evidence to permit a search. They did the standard interviews. Noted what they could and left. Me, on the other hand was different. All I had to do was stand in front of the building. A minute later a security guard came out.
I gave him my best smile.
He simply said, “Please follow me Miss.”
I noticed he was high off of some substance but couldn’t tell what. He wasn’t wasted, just super alert. Coffee could never do that.
He walked me through the gates, through the building, to a bank of elevators.
He inserted a key. We took an elevator to the top floor. Reanders was standing in front of us when the doors opened. She had three bodyguard types flanking her.
“Ms. Bechard, so nice to see you. How did you know?”
I walked in and the elevator door closed. It was me, Reanders, and her ghouls. They were on something. Their eyes were glassy but they were not Ragers. It was something different. “I have ways,” and I smiled.
“No doubt. I’m still safe here, at least for the time being. Please join me,” and she gestured to a chair.
“No brunch? No chitchat? Just right to business?”
She gestured again. “Voluntary or not.”
I sat.
“Tie her up.” She said.
Her guards duct taped my arms and legs to the chair.
She said, “I missed you, Karen. The last time we met had been under . . .” She thought for a second. “ . . . strenuous circumstances.” And laughed at her word choice. “We never had a chance to just talk and enjoy each other’s company.
“True. You were running and I was chasing you.”
“Yes, but here we are.”
She approached me and came within inches of my face. Her eyes were intense. She hated me and she wanted to do me in properly. “Karen, I’d have to thank you. That stunt you pulled off back in New York. It gave me firsthand experience.”
“You’re through business wise, you know that?”
“Please. This is America. Money swings votes and politicians need money. Half the Hawks in the Senate and House would find a way to exploit my new Military application. A few phone calls and I’m under witness protection. Another few phone calls and a dozen superpacs would be set for life. You think the Kochs Brothers wield power in that town? I got power.”
“That includes kidnapping?”
She backed up. “It does. Phone call, charges dropped.” Then a thought hit her.
She came up real close and kissed me hard. All of a sudden she became hypersexual. She kissed my jawline and sucked hard along my neck, then it was over. She licked her lips and went back to the table.
“The side-effects of the drug is hypersexuality. I absorbed a great deal and the effects are just now wearing off. I think I’ll make you my toy. Yeah, that would work splendidly. I created several variants. One rages the user. The second makes them hypersexual. The third makes them completely and utterly susceptible to suggestion. Given a few commands and you’ll be my pet.” She started laughing. “I so name thee Karen Mutt, my pet.” And she laughed harder.
“Another added benefit is that the variants are not that highly addictive. The side-effects would be to some, but not the drug itself. The market potential alone would court billions of dollars to my behalf.”
Sudden dread hit me. I was in over my head. The bad part was that I agreed with her. She’d have enough money to stay out of jail forever.
She could pit politician against politician, government after government. I watched her as she worked and I noticed so did my guards.
Several had hardons. I wondered how far this hypersexuality would go.
“Reanders, sorry.”
She stopped working. “Pardon?”
“I’m sorry.”
She took off her gloves and approached me cautiously. She looked me in the eyes with suspicion.
I looked away.
She smiled. “I’m preparing something especially potent for you.”
“I don’t think it’ll be needed.”
“My toy and my bodyguard. Perfect combo for you. It’ll be needed alright. You’re too much of a huntress to be trusted.”
I leaned my head forward and pouted my lips.
She licked her’s and kissed me again. I took her tongue and sucked on it passionately. She responded in kind. I don’t know how long we kissed but it was long enough. She let go of my jaw. ”My toy” she whispered.
I said, “I want your other lips.”
She kissed me again and didn’t give any attention to her guards. She rubbed her breast against mine and dropped her hand between my legs. I was aroused so being wet came easy. She went down on me and licked hard. She moved my panties aside and bit down hard on my clit. Electric shock struck. She probed inside with a finger and sucked hard. Her aggressive touch set me off like never before. She then squeezed my clit and licked with fervor. I came within minutes. Strong intense waves, one after another. I was drained. She wiped her mouth and stood up.
“My turn.” She pulled her pants down and pulled her panties aside. She walked up to me and buried my face hard into her mound. She was rough and didn’t give me a chance to use my tongue. She rubbed herself against my face harshly for minutes. Then she grabbed my ears and climaxed hard. Her legs quivered violently at each convulsion. When she finished she pulled her pants back up and said, “Now wasn’t that nice?” She turned back to the table. “That was a very nice diversion.”
I said, “What about them?”
“Who? My guards?”
They all had raging hardons.
She looked and giggled. “I should let them rape you, but you’d be no good after that.”
“How about you fuck them.”
She thought about that.
I looked at one of them, “You liked that didn’t you. How I came on her face and I how she face fucked me. Turned you on didn’t it.”
Realization set on her face as she saw things to come.
“She likes it in the ass, you know. She likes it rough. You could come on . . .”
She screamed, “Shut up” and slapped me.
“ . . . You can come all over her nice pretty pale ass and that lovely face of her’s.”
She hit me again and tried to choke me.
I started to blackout when suddenly her hands were gone. She screamed as the guards grabbed her. One yanked her glasses off her face and tossed them. He tore her lab coat off and ripped her shirt open. A second one pulled her pants halfway down. He thrusted hard and started pumping. Her cries were muffled as the first one grabbed her jaw and made her suck. The third guard was jerking off and watching. He was waiting for his turn. I said, “Untie me and I’ll fight back too.”
That did it. He ripped the duct tape off my arms and legs. I throat chopped him before he had other ideas. His windpipe caved in.
Reanders screamed and struggled. I walked over to my purse, pulled out my cell and messaged Banner. “Ready, but Guard at gate might be a problem. He has key to Express elevator.” Then I placed a 911 call and reported a rape in progress at the Reanders Institute. Minutes later Banner and his men arrived, with Santa Monica PD behind. Jim entered seconds later holding his badge. SWAT stepped out the elevator and took the two guards down. Apparently, the variant Reanders used didn’t Rage them and so they had near normal strength.
Reanders laid on the floor sobbing and shaking. There was blood between her legs and I gave no pity.
I composed myself and straightened my panties. I brushed my dress clean and took the elevator to the lobby. Jim was next to me but didn’t say a word. Santa Monica PD made the arrest. A minute later, two EMTs with a stretcher walked in. An FBI agent followed. A few minutes after that they all came out. Reanders was tied down. As they were passing, Reanders said, “Please stop. I want to say a few things to Ms. Bechard.” They stopped.
I looked her in the eyes.
Her stare was focused and intense. They were the clearest I’ve seen. “Ms. Bechard, ‘I am leaving you with a gift—peace of mind and heart. And the peace I give is a gift the world cannot give. So don’t be troubled or afraid.’”
I didn’t respond, but I didn’t let her see fear. We stared at one another for a few more seconds. Then she said, “Okay, I am done. Take me away.”
The truth was, I was afraid. One part scary-genius, one part rage, result is sometime dangerous. I still had the satisfaction in knowing that a bullet to the head would solve everyone’s problem. We continued to stare at one another. Just before they lifted her into the ambulance I outstretched my arm and held my hand in a gun pose. I snapped my thumb down in a double tap.
She understood and that was all I needed.
After the ambulance pulled away I made a call to Vadnez. He told me no need to head back to the office so soon. All transfer paperwork would be handled promptly. I could do a video conference with him and the SG in the morning from Mr. Porter’s office.
When I called Mr. Porter he had been expecting my call. He said we could work out the details tomorrow morning and I’d get a full disclosure on what the positions entailed. I gave him my Director recommendation. He said very well and he would take care of the rest. A few minutes later Banner’s cell went off. I was watching him when he answered. After about five minutes he hung up and walked over to me.
He had a questioning look on his face.
I smiled and said, “If they like you and you like them you’ll be in the know. Really in the know.”
He laughed and gave me a light punch to the shoulder. Jim and Mary I would tell later. This evening I was going to relax and be merry. Then I remembered Casper Schenk’s Farewell to Grog song. And thought out the first verse:
Come, messmates, pass the bottle 'round
Our time is short, remember,
For our grog must stop,
And our spirits drop,
On the first day of September.
For tonight we'll merry, merry be,
For tonight we'll merry, merry be,
For tonight we'll merry, merry be,
Tomorrow we'll be sober.
The End