by Rebecca Foxx
Before firing up the engine, they performed a compulsory check of their gear to ensure that they were ready for whatever malady they may face. Victory could and would be their and handed over to The Committee to bring things back into order.
They drove down the highway slowly so as to not create a stir and the whole way to their destination, Laura could feel Neil leaking out of her and as she looked out the passenger window, she imagined that it was Thomas and not Neil who had filled her.
Chapter 4 – The Arrival
They had no idea they were walking into a trap. The two cars they were following were parked in the parking lot of what looked like an abandoned church; but the lights were on and once out of their vehicles, they could here a commotion.
Neil and Laura raised their noses in the air to catch the strange scent that seemed to permeate the fabric of the air. They tried desperately to determine the source of the scent when they heard shuffling behind them.
Before they could turn around fully to see who or what it was, they were both sedated and asleep on the parking lot concrete. It would be hours before they awakened.
Thomas was alone in his home and he was restless. The two useless bodyguards who were posted outside could sense a nervousness and tension coming from the senior member of The Committee and it terrified them.
Everyone involved with or on The Committee had seen Thomas’ fury and it was horrific. Thomas never lashed out at people randomly, nor did he do so to innocents. He could sense the aroma of betrayal and weakness and he felt that it should be dealt with quickly and with impunity.
Admittedly, Thomas had become increasingly hardened since his tenure on The Committee began and he attributed the attitude change to simple stress. Shifters felt emotion just as humans; however, they felt it more intensely and deeply.
When enraged, it was an all-consuming rage. When they felt love and adoration, it was with every fiber of their being. Neema’s attempted assassination had fueled a fire inside of him that was yet to be quenched.
Thus far, the only thing in his life that even begun to reduce the anger was thoughts of Wendy Morrell; the attractive Walker that he had met. The most recent Walkers, of course, were Laura and Neil, and Laura was much more attractive than Wendy but if Thomas were to pursue anything with her it would be purely sexual and not emotional. He didn’t need that kind of stress in his life.
Neema had been increasingly amorous toward him as well and with her change of attitude and more positive attitude, it was becoming more difficult to ignore her advances. Their history together brought forward images of their most intimate moments together and they were strong.
Neema had come a long way in her recovery and within a few short days, he was sure that she would be completely healed. Strangely, she had not desired any retribution but rather that
The Committee assign additional guards to its members or increase the training they received to detect snipers and how to respond when under fire. Neema’s smile was genuine and it was enticingly delicious.
When most anxious, Thomas allowed his sexual aggressiveness distract him and it worked. Most of the time.
Thomas glanced at the clock on the wall and paced the room while he waited to hear from either of the Walkers.
Bound and gagged, the lights of the wide open room were piercing through their corneas until they became fully awake. The sedatives were enough to keep them under for what felt like an eternity and their bodies ached.
The tie-downs used to bind them were digging into their skin, and though they would heal in short order, it showed that they were dealing with individuals who may not be the brightest, but they were determined and cruel.
When they did awaken, they were shocked at what they saw.
Chapter 5 – Take A Bite
Neema had begun to experience vivid dreams after the shooting. Something had snapped inside of her and a whole new part of her mind had opened up and she was enjoying it immensely. There were two dreams in particular that were dominating her nights.
The first of the two recurring dreams was that of the shooting itself; replaying in her subconscious mind. She felt the strength and power of the bullets as they pierced her skin and lodged in her flesh.
The heat from the bullets seared into her skin and as she fell back, she could feel the velocity of the bullets decrease and push her into the ground. She would then wake up in a cold sweat.
The second dream was just as graphic, but much more positive. She saw herself in a room, tied to a bed with red satin. Her ebony skin was glistening under the light coming through two large stained glass windows. In her mouth was another strip of satin that was more decorative than it was practical, but she could see the picture of herself and it aroused her a great deal. Even in her sleep she could feel the heat and moisture between her long, sleek legs.
She would lay there as two people walked into the room and had their way with her; one was Thomas, the other was Laura.
That particular afternoon she was laying on her couch resting and listening to old jazz standards. She was dozing, having one of her erotic dreams of Thomas and Laura, when she was startled awake by her cell phone. She picked it up from the glass table in front of her and saw on the caller identification that it was Thomas.
“I need you at HQ within the next hour,” he said with urgency in his voice.
“Are you up to it?
She sat straight up on the couch; so quickly that her body reminded her that she had been shot multiple times in the previous few weeks.
“Of course, Thomas,” she purred, “I’ll be there.”
The room was filled with masked humans who all wore the stench of hatred and ire. Even the masks and gags couldn’t stop the scents to infiltrate their nostrils. The murmuring was increasing in volume, but because of the sedatives, it was difficult for them to make out what was being said.
“Quiet!” The voice was booming and echoed throughout the facility.
The crowd parted and a man of average height walked toward them. He was wearing military camouflage that was neatly pressed and in order. He had a smug grin on his face as he circled the two of them with his hands behind his back as though he were the Secretary of Defense himself.
“Are you uncomfortable?” His question was spit at them rather than spoken. His voice tripped with sarcasm and disgust.
“I do hope you are because this is where you’re going to stay until I see fit to release you or to kill you,” he said.
Laura’s eyes began to glow and radiate heat and rather than intimidating their captors, it simply amused them.
“If you shift, you will be shot,” the commander said.
“You have information that we want and need and believe it or not, if you share that information, you may get to go home in one piece but if you don’t, it will be lots of pieces.”
The commander made another circle and stopped next to Laura. Her weapons and supplies had been removed, but they both wore their tactical gear.
Neither what the commander nor the rest of the rednecks realized is that they were infused with numerous hidden blades that were just as deadly as a firearm.
The commander ran the back of his hand across Laura’s heaving chest, gently touching her and causing her nipples to harden. It was followed by a low, guttural growl that was thunderous, but only loud enough to be heard by she and the commander.
Unabated, he continued with the back of his fingers and rubbed them toward her crotch.
She was repulsed and felt her gag reflex well up, but she didn’t want to show him any weakness whatsoever. When he removed his hand from her, he did so slowly and when his hand was completely removed from her body, he raised his arm and slapped her across the face, leaving a red mark where his hand once was.
Her reaction surprised and frightened him a bit; all she did was smile at him as a small stream of blood trickled down her cheek. The commander felt a chill crawl up his spine. For a brief moment, he wondered to himself whether or not they
had bitten off more than they could chew.
Chapter 6 – Conference Call
Neema was looking her finest when she arrived at The Committee headquarters. She had taken a little extra time in front of the mirror to ensure that her make up and hair were perfect.
She had selected conservative, casual clothing that not only made her comfortable, but it also accented her long lines, her slight curves, and drew attention away from the rest of her body and focused on her face and beautiful smile.
“I’m here,” she said when she found Thomas, “What can I do for you?”
“We have a lot of ground to cover, so, let’s get started,” he responded as he pulled a chair out for her to sit.
They spent the next 15 minutes or so going over the plans of The Committee regarding retribution for her shooting, to infiltrate and eliminate any and all hate groups pitted against them, and to ensure that it would never again take place.
Thomas paced incessantly during the whole of the discussion; his hands behind his back as though the weight of the world was on his shoulders.
He was wearing a tight pair of jeans, hiking boots, a North Face jacket over a brown v-neck sweatshirt. He was warm, he was comfortable, and in Neema’s opinion, no one was finer than Thomas at that very moment.
His experience, his wisdom, his body, and his instincts were washing over her and the aroma of raw testosterone filled the room. She was able to see the sensitive heart of that warrior as the decades working together created a forum for his kindness.
He stopped pacing long enough to gaze out the window for a few moments. The glass wall before him provided a magnificent view of the city skyline, but it held no wonder for him that day. Thomas was concerned and had a feeling that something was wrong.
He spun around and sat at the long table across from Neema and their eyes locked. Thomas could feel the temperature rising in his body and the air getting colder.
His loins were stirred and her elegance and new-found innocence had him in her clutches and regardless how hard he fought, he pushed himself deeper into the quicksand of her beauty. He remembered their exploits together and a primal need to have that once again stirred within him.
She could sense it as well and for once in her lifetime, she was clueless as to what to do next. She wanted him to just throw her down on the table and take her there, or to bend her over the table and spank her, but she was resisting.
Instead, she stood and began unbuttoning her shirt. Slowly and methodically, she removed her shirt and revealed her small but firm breasts, covered with a candy apple red laced bra.
She looked up to see whether he approved or not and apparently he did approve as he was undressing himself.
She could see his engorged crotch and the sight made her eyes glow a deep red and between her legs the temperature rose quickly. Hurriedly, she removed what was left of her clothing and it was just in time as she began to shift.
The primal desires of the two of them were so intense, so long-standing that at the pinnacle of arousal, they had to allow their bodies to respond as they saw fit. In this case, they were shifting.
She turned and presented herself to him and there on the floor of the conference room, he took her. As they made love, they growled and moaned at each other until they reached the apex of their union.
It was then that they both quickly shifted once again and with the exception of their eyes, their bodies entwined together were perfectly normal.
Neema felt as though she was being torn in two; he was much larger than she had remembered and she was wrapped around him so tight that she could almost feel his pulse through his manhood. He plunged deeper into her and she groaned loudly.
They could both feel the pressure of their intimacy building and in response; he lifted her off of the ground and bent her over the side of the conference table.
As he took her; pounding away at her with assertive thrusts and scratching her back, he felt he knees suddenly weaken as he released himself inside of her. The feeling of his orgasm pushed her to the edge of pleasure and together, they came furiously.
Their moment of ecstasy was primal, animal, and rough. The growls as they waves of orgasms washed over them.
When they had finished, Neema’s long and sleek legs were trembling and he was running out of her and down the inside of her thighs.
As was customary to reinforce his alpha status in the relationship, she stayed in that position catching her breath and watching him dress.
When he had fully dressed, she began to dress. The room smelled of sex, sweat, and intensity. They had not had a union in many years, but that time felt almost therapeutic.
The stress and tension felt previously had melted away and they could both think more clearly. It was post-mating when the oldest of the shifters got their best work done. It was the same for members of The Committee.
When they both returned to their respective seats, the dialog continued and he explained to her in detail the plans to destroy whomever was guilty of Neema’s shooting.
Toward the end of their dialog, Thomas received a text message that made him stand upright at attention.
The Walkers had returned.
Chapter 7 – Now You See Us
The room had cleared with the exception of the commander and a few of his sycophants. They had retreated to the corner of the large room where the row of coffee pots stood and they were pouring themselves fresh cups of coffee and discussed what to do with the shifters in their custody.
Neil and Laura were still bound on their tables; the rope and fasteners were lined with silver which made them impossible to break. They had one option and one option only to escape and that was to use their abilities as Walkers and transport themselves back home.
The problem with that is the humans’ learning of the existence of Walkers.
They both knew that it could mean devastating consequences for the shifter community if the humans truly understood the power of the Walkers. It could be used against the shifter species and turn them into slaves at the whim of petulant children. On the other hand, it was entirely possible they would attribute their disappearance to something far less supernatural and one of practicality.
The remaining occupants of the room including the commander slipped out for a few seconds, leaving Neil and Laura alone ever so briefly. If they were going to chance an escape, that would be the time to do so.
They glanced at each other and in a blink of an eye, they were gone. When the humans returned, they were befuddled and searched the grounds for any sign of their escape.
When they found nothing, they mustered back at the main hall where they held the captives just a few moments prior.
The discussion as to how they escaped began and before it was over, two rookie members who were to be standing post outside the main entrance were executed for dereliction of duty.
They had no idea that within a few short minutes they would all be executed swiftly and quietly.
Neil and Laura awakened to the sounds of rushing cars and honking horns that echoed throughout the structure. The vehicle they were seated in was parked in an underground garage that served to make the sounds from outside even more annoying.
They wiped the sleep from their eyes and instantly recognized the location; they were in a parking garage for a downtown mall. Laura reached into the glove compartment and pulled out a burner cell phone and sent a text to the only number saved on the phone.
“Mission success. Debrief,” she typed.
Within seconds, the response came and told them to stay where they were and a team would be coming to pick them up. Laura turned to Neil with an exhausted look on her face. They were both tired and they had only recently discovered their talents as Walkers and officially, this was only the third time they had done anything with their abilities.
The black limousine with blacked out windows arrived and one huge beast of a man got out, held the door and motioned to them to get moving.
They obeye
d and once inside, they both saw that the windows were blackened on the inside as well. The Committee believed them to be trustworthy enough to take a trip back in time, but not enough to know where the headquarters may be hidden.
Laura fought the urge to fall asleep and managed to control her exhaustion with just a few yawns and nothing more. The same couldn’t be said for Neil as he was passed out shortly after he sat down.
Sitting across from Laura and snoring, Laura thought to herself that he must be having one hell of a dream because she could see that he was rock hard.
