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Author's note: Hello folks, This is book 2 of The Adventures of Reggie Starr. Those of you who have read my stuff, know that I like Action/adventure/Si-fi/and a little Physic stuff thrown in too. One of my problems is I tend to melt all my characters together and give them all the same kinds of abilities. Reggie Starr is a small departure from that formula as, I want Reggie to be as physically normal as the circumstances will allow. Reggie has been placed in unusual conditions and that leads to unusual experiences and abilities. I hope you enjoy this, and as always, comments are welcome. Flames are deleted. One more thing. I have seen comments on my writing style. I learned writing in the Dragnet (no pun intended) school of tell the story and go. So my short, to the point style is a result of teaching myself how to write. As everyone can guess, I have to have an editor. Unfortunately, right now, I have to depend on word 2000 to do it. See something really wrong, let me know. Now enjoy this R to X version of The Adventures of Reggie Starr, Book 2. The Adventures of Reggie Starr Book 2 To any one who was just casually observing, This group of fabulously beautiful women, were being escorted by two Military types. All of the women were outstanding in appearance. I was not a casual observer. I am a trained investigator with the skills of a highly trained observer and I had inside facts. This group of women, were not as they appeared. In fact, they all were men. You see, I had been recruited by one of these "women". Sandy Beech had come to me when I was at my lowest. I was going to have to return to my home, not as I left, but as a Woman. I had been changed into something I had not wanted. I was a walking Wet Dream, The kind in Penthouse or one of those girly mags. I was outrageously beautiful. I had F cup tits and the frame to carry them. I had had plastic surgery done to my face and of course, I had been changed into the appearance of a fully functional woman. Now, normally I would have demanded that the FBI change me back. But, we all know, once it is cut off, a reconstruction does not really do much. In fact, it is for looks. It never functions again. Well, I realized that I really didn't have much of a choice. And the FBI only did the breast implants. The mob had done the rest And against my will. They never really asked me what I wanted. And I ended up with 5 lbs. of cocaine in the implants. I had barley survived a razor attack by the serial murderer I had killed. She, Or should I say, HE sliced one of my breast implants with the razor and the cocaine in them entered my blood stream. I was rushed to the hospital and the damage was repaired. They put saline implants to match the ones I had in me. So now, I was still an F cup hussy, God help me. Just as I was packing up to fact going home, this military woman and Hilga, my FBI support agent, came to my apartment door. What followed was a fantastic story. But, I soon came to believe the whole thing and was asked if I wished to join the little band of secret agents. It didn't take long for me to decide. I didn't want to go home. I didn't look forward to having to explain to everyone that I didn't want this conversion. I wanted to return to being male. But that was never to be. So now, I could continue my work, and live as a female too. OK, This was the best way to deal with the situation. So I jumped on the band wagon immediately. I am a man of few words. I tend not to make a big deal of my accomplishments. But, as a Mississippi State investigator, I had more convictions and kills than any one else in the state. But I made enemies quickly too. The reason I was in this situation, was as a result of making enemies. Take note of that. Try not to make so many enemies as you get into my situation. Back to the beautiful women. I was to meet the group all together in the Memphis airport and go by private jet to the operations center of Project T. This organization was made up of men, still functional, with enhancements. Now, they all looked like super models. I looked at the group and gulped. I approached them and they all turned to see the new recute. Sandy Beech was there. She had briefed the other members of the team about me and my abilities. AS I approached the group, Sandy stuck out her hand and introduced me to the group. "Reggie Starr, This is Marilyn. She is our commanding officer." I shook this beautiful person's hand. "Next is Daniel. Don't let him fool you." I shook the officer's hand and he smiled at me. "You look as advertised. I hope you enjoy working with us." "This is Carol, Jaymi, Vanna, and finally, Sam." I shook all of their hands. "We will talk further in the jet. But, from your reputation alone, we have a fine addition to the crew." Daniel and Sam grabbed my baggage and we all made way to the private jet wing of the airport. Daniel took command of the jet, and the rest of us got in. Once we took off, I was introduced to the true nature of the group. Sam Gates started the conversation. "Reggie, we are a tactical operations group. We work for the CIA, FBI and a few agencies, which you probably have never heard of. We do things that no one else can do. We are used because of our special abilities. We all have specialties. But we all cross train back and forth so that if a member is incapacitated, another member can take that ones, place. We all pitch in and work together. That is the most important thing, which you will learn about us. We are here to support each other in the mission and in private. You have joined a very select group of people. Before we proceed, do you have any questions?" I had quite a few questions. But, I kept it simple. "How many missions have you been sent on?" The answer was from Marilyn. "Two, but, we don't talk about previous missions to anyone. Only to those directly involved. So don't be offended." "I fully understand. OK, all successful?" Marilyn smiled. "Yes, of course." "Sandy gave me the recruiting speech. She told me what the group wants from me. I take it that I will be the weapons officer and computer geek?" "Reggie, you will be much more. You will be on missions with us. We need your skills outside and in. We need specialized weapons and ways to hide them. We need your computer skills in the field. There are so many ways we can use you that I don't see how we ever were able to do any thing without you." Merilyn looked at the group. "We want you to teach us as much as you can about investigations and weapons. We need training on all the things you can teach. In other words, Everything you know. And in return, we will offer you adventure, comradely, and a reason to be. Trust me, we will keep you very busy." I looked at the group. "What about protection? I mean, what kind of training do you nice ladies have in hand to hand, and weapons?" Sandy spoke up. "I am trained in Akito and some other martial arts. Most of the group, have gone through military training on weapons and hand to hand. Most of us are pretty good." "I have a 3rd degree black belt in Shodokon and some specialized training. Mostly, the same kinds of things. But, I am in need of practice. I now am off balance with these new weights on my chest. My center of gravity is off. So once I learn to compensate for that, I will be fine. And I will look forward to learning what you can teach me." "We hear you swing a real mean Mack 10." "My favorite weapon. I like it because I can select the ammo for what ever environment I am in and control the kill zone. I like 45's as they move slow and have tremendous knock down energy. As a cop, you don't get better knock down power. But, if you want penetration, well, then the rules change. I like a special version of 9 MM round. But in general, 9 MM sucks." "Reggie, you will find that the girls and I like small and easy to hide weapons. We tend to like 380's and 32's. All modified for power and penetration. Those are our favorite. But, if you can come up with something that is better, we are open." "I killed 3 thugs on the mission I just came off of with a 380 PPK copy I had modified. It worked real well. It's just the right weapon for a woman. Maybe I can show you when we get set up." Sam and Merilyn looked at me and looked like they were holding something back. I Didn't want any surprises. "OK, tell me, what are you guys holding back?" "Reggie, we will need to teach you the art of Sex also. We need you to be able to seduce a man and even follow through. It's part of the work when necessary." I understood this. After all, didn't I prove that I was capable during the last mission? I made this clear to them. Sam and Merilyn looked at each other. They appeared to be very pleased. "Reggie, we are going to make arrangements for your things and your shop to be transferred to our base of operations. There, you can set up and show us just what you have in mind." I was very happy about them moving my shop. This looked like it was going to be a fun operation. There was one last piece of business. "You have never been in the military, have you?" "No, I have not. But the State police was a military type organization." "All of us are military. This was the biggest obstacle to you joining our group. We are prepared to induct you into the Army and give you the rank of 2nd lieutenant. We have to have some control over your actions and our operatives have to be able to follow orders carefully. It is highly irregular for the US Military to do this, but, nothing about our group is regular. We will give you the necessary training for our purposes and have fun while we are at it." I was in. And I was going to be ARMY, But not a man's army. It was something completely different. I was something completely different. -------------------------------------- We were off to a secret base, deep in rural America. This place was ordinary looking, and except for being in a military base, could have been on any street in America. On this compound, which was one of the best-kept secrets in the nation, we had a weapons range, a full hospital with surgical staff. We had a work shop and lab facility. We had a mechanical workshop. We had military staff, which helped and worked on the projects and equipment we needed. In general, we had everything James bond and MI 5 had. But we had our secrets too??? I was going to get my own quarters isolated from the rest of the crew. I felt good about this. Maybe the others didn't feel that way. But, I was still new and Quite frankly, I was not happy about being turned into a full woman. I think the Project T. crew knew I was not going to be too open until I had time to come to terms with all that had been done to me. IN the meantime, I was going to try to get deeply lost in my work. My work, that felt good to say. I would be allowed to take any project I wished and pursue it to its fullest. Working for this team would be great. My equipment and my tools finally came in a day later. I spent my time organizing my shop, getting my computer stuff worked out, and in general making my place more to my liking. The others had rooms in the big house. While I knew that they all wanted me to come in and be part of their big team, I just could not bring myself to be the touchy feely kind. I understood too well the need for comradery, but, I could not bring myself to play games yet. Only after the 3rd day did any of the crew come and visit. Sandy was the first. She was the leader. Sandy was the one who recruited me. "Reggie, when do you feel like starting your training?" I knew I had to go through lots of training, but I had no idea what they had in mind. "I guess as soon as you wish. I guess I have had time to rest and settle in. So just whenever." "Good, but do you understand what we need?" "I understand we are undercover and that certain skills are needed. So most of this is social skills and deportment." "Yes, and sexual skills too." I knew this was a part of the drill, so, I decided to put on a brave face and go for it. "I am willing to try anything once." Sandy gave me "THE LOOK" and shook her head. "Reggie, we have to do things which are distasteful and objectionable sometimes, but, we have to in order to complete a mission. We all have our limits, but we need to know what our limits are. Your training will include learning what your limits are and just how far you will go for a mission. Let's be real here, you played prostitute on your last mission. But, it got you into a place, which allowed you to bust the bad guys. That is all we want, to bust the bad guys. Anything we can do to accomplish that and not get killed is in the limits." My understanding of what they wanted was complete. I was not going to be deliberately promiscuous. But, I would use what I had to help. --------------------------------------------------- My training started with the standard martial arts and self-defense. The nice instructor liked to be called El Supreme. I thought that was real cute. But somehow, it put me in a state of mind, which made him the bad guy. My balance was off. I knew that. So I took it careful. This guy was good. He bounced me a couple of times and I bounced him a couple of times. Then he went into an advanced move, which might have killed another person. I saw it coming and quickly broke the guys arm. He wasn't playing. Neither was I. One of the rules in fighting to the death was, never trust the opponent until you were sure he was down or defeated. I was not about to come up to this "bad guy" until I was sure he was done with the exercise, broken arm or not. Sure enough, he made a move just as I approached. I anticipated his move, and broke his other arm in the process. I later found out that this guy was expendable. He knew he was going to get something broke when he started with me. I broke both of his arms and my balance was still off. I also knew I was being watched. I knew I had passed the first round of evaluations. I could defend myself and I could kill. They needed that skill. ----------------------------- The next day, more training, I was handed a picture. They wanted me to make myself up to look like this person. I had little training on makeup. I told them so and that I would need some help. I tried to do a good job, but I was only able to closely resemble the picture they gave me. I would be put in training on stage makeup and special effects. Hey, I can't know everything! My body was in pretty good shape. But, the girls were all wearing corsets and doing severe waist training. So, I would soon get my corset. The group was seldom without their corsets. They did everything in them. So, My first full corset was going to be fitted today. I was not thrilled, but It was part of the landscape. I went to my room and waited for the girls to get there. There was a chin bar above one of the doors. I figured out what it was all about. So, when the girls got there, I found my corset was bright Red. I was being color-coded Red. My corset was absolutely the tightest thing I have ever been put in. I could barley breath. My waist went from a 28 to a 22. My body was screaming. But, I would do this. I knew it was necessary. Because of my bust, I was going to be the exotic. They had decided to give me training in exotic dancing and stage work. I was going to be the showgirl. OK, fine, been there, done that. I was still not quite used to the size of my breasts, but, after having them for months, I was finally getting used to them. The hormones were finally completing the necessary chemical changes to my body. I had been rushed into this. My body had not completely adapted to the hormones and the changes yet. I was almost complete. The girls got me ready for stage. I was given the 6" heel stilettos and black stockings and garters. I was given a bra, which matched the corset. Then, I was given a sheer robe with fur lining. I went to the makeup table and one of the girls gave me a lesson in seduction makeup. I looked like a whore. I felt like a whore. But, I was in company of friends and they wanted me to perform for them. I liked Anne Lenox, so they picked music from several of her albums. They got me up on stage and I danced what I knew to do for them. Occasionally, they would stop the music and make suggestions. They wanted me to get down and dirty. Nasty dancing. I mean, strip the panties off and the bra off and bump and grind. I knew the routine, but I was not fond of it. I had been reluctant to play with my breasts or nipples. I was being encouraged to do this. I was being encouraged to turn my self on in front of these people. I was reluctant, but saw the necessatity of this. I finally turned lose. I went to licking my mouth and pinching my nipples. I began to feel very strange. I began to feel tingling. Time began to freeze. I was in another world. I began to move to the music in a way, which I have never done before. I began to fondle myself in other ways. You could say, I Lost it on stage. I wasn't going to tell them right now, but I believe I had my first female orgasm on stage in front of this group. Best between friends, right? I came too when the music stopped. I looked out at the group in the audience. They were all sweating. You could say I passed this test too. Sam spoke up. "Headliner quality if I ever saw it!" Sandy chimed in. "Girl, them hormones have done a number on you! The rest of the group chimed in. One loud word, "SHIT" I knew what part of missions I would be doing. I needed refinement. I needed to get used to the corset. So, I would continue to train, but in the corset full time. My orders were to stay in the 6 inchers and from then on, my uniform was garters and stockings. I was also to live in thongs. My bras had to be custom made for F cups. So, I lived in wet dream clothing. It was hard, but I became used to it. I was placed in what could be called a form of Ballet training. I had to do much the same kinds of stretching exercises. I can honestly say that I have never worked so hard in my life. But I could never have done any of this without support. The girls were right there beside me, working just as hard. A couple of days later, I got to go at another MR. El supreme. So, I was now sparing in the full getup. I was miserable. I got slammed on the matte quite a few times. My balance was completely off. I had to go to the gym and work out. I had to find my new balance. I realized the necessity of all this. I had to be able to flow in this getup. The more used to this, the better the dance act. I worked like this for a week. The next session with El supreme went a little better. This time, I was told that there were no holds barred. I would be attacked in earnest and that if something got broke, so be it. This was a young guy. But, I had been through enough martial arts to recognize a master. This guy was at least a 6th degree belt. I had to hurt this guy? Or maybe just survive the attack. The match began in earnest. Each move and counter move was an elaborate ballet. But I was forgetting an advantage, which halfway through the match hit me. I was wearing heels. I had a weapon he didn't. He had to know It was there, but I wasn't using it. I got stung several times. I waited for him to make a move on me. I wasn't going to kill or maim him unless he made the first move. I saw it coming. He was going for my throat. I countered his move and drove a heel through his foot. Then, while he was laying there in pain, I braced myself for the kill. Just As I started down for his Adams apple, I heard "stop!" I had him and was about to kill him. The crew realized that I had indeed found my balance and had learned an important lesson. Being female and dressed in what looked like movement impairing clothing could be a secret weapon. Lights went on in my skull. -------------------------------------------- "Reggie is perfect!" Sandy told the group assembled in the ready room. "We have gold here." "But can Reggie perform intimately with someone?" Sam asked. "We have been dancing around the subject for a while. Granted, Reggie is good, but, can She focus on being a total slut and perform her task without showing any kind of reluctance?" Merilyn finally broke her silence. "I think we have a huge asset to this team, even if she cannot perform intimately with a man. I think her contributions will be huge." Sam looked at Sandy. "Feel like teaching Reggie the ropes?" Sandy had been through the mill before. She knew how it felt. So, she thought for a second and said, "Yes, I think I do. I will see just how she feels about being intimate with another person. -------------------------------------------- During the next few days, Sandy was being close to me. I think I knew about what she was up to. But I didn't say anything. I had not told the crew of my legendary 6th sense. It was my secret and I wasn't sharing it unless I had to. I had been ridiculed over it so many times that, I just used it and didn't tell those I worked with about it. They soon figured out that I had abilities I was talking about. Sandy finally made her move. She sat and talked to me and finally came out and asked. "Reggie, Have you had to make love to a man before?" "No, up until now, I have not. I have had everything else done, but not real sex." "How do you feel about experimenting?" "With you?" "Yes, me, and who better?" I had been expecting this. I didn't let on, but I did react positive. It was late, and it was time to turn in. So, Sandy followed me to my bedroom. I won't go into the gritty details here, but, this night, I had my first real sexual experience as a woman. I had tried artificial means before, but this was the first real time I had done this. Sandy was kind and gentle. And, because she had much the same kinds of equipment, it was kinda fun. We were going to have to graduate to raunchy sex and how to perform. This was the part I was not really happy about. But, I had this feeling that I would need to be able to perform in raunchy mode very soon. I started training myself for this. My requisition for different size dildos was shocking to the supply officer, Especially the hideable ones which was placed where they could not be seen. I had a large sized vagina, which was unusual for a normal woman. This was thanks to the Mob assholes who did this to me. So, I continued to ask for the next sizes until I found the right size. I was also training myself so that I could take bigger sizes. I was also wearing an Anal dildo. I was deliberately training myself for bizarre sex. The group seemed to leave me alone in regards to this subject. I was trying to learn to control my libido. So, I was walking around in my 6" heels, stockings, garters, thong, both dildos inserted and hidden under the thong, and the corset and skimpy bra. I was doing everything dressed this way. I would put a coat dress on before I went outside. Occasionally, one of the girls would point out a man on the compound and say "sick em." I was supposed to walk up to the guy and set out to drive him crazy. I was to use any and all means necessary to get the man to drop his pants. That included baring my breasts or bending over and showing my new, hormone developed and rounded ass. I was to taunt him until I had his dick in my hand and then, leave him cold. Then, when he turned to seek his reward, I would kick his ass. I did this several times. Each time, the guys were told in advance that something like this was going to happen and to resist to the fullest. They couldn't. I usually won and usually had to kick them until someone came up and stopped the carnage. But one day, the trick backfired. We had brass visiting. The President wanted to get us ready for a mission. So, several consultants were on site. We didn't know this till it was way too late. One of the visiting consultants was a world champion kick boxer. We had no idea. Sandy pointed the poor guy out to me and said, "Sick em." I had the guy as putty in my hands. I had him ready to cum and turned and started to walk away. The funny thing was that Sandy was told after the fact that this guy was not part of the testing crew and was brass. Sandy decided to just watch and see what happened. The guy was out of his mind. He grabbed me from behind and turned me around. The punch in the gut would have disabled any normal man. But this guy was trained as a boxer and martial artist. I instantly knew the deck was stacked and he took a punch. I ducked and went into a stance. He did too. "OH Shit" was all I could say. Suddenly, I was in a boxing match. My skills and his skills went head to head. We were swapping blows until finally, I decided to use one of my deadly heels. I can honestly say he didn't see it coming, but, his reaction was to block. We hit each other exactly at the same time and both of us ended up on the dirt. At that point, the crew rushed in and stopped the impromptu match. "Reggie, calm down. We need to introduce you to the leading kickboxer in the world, Raymond Jones." Raymond got up and dusted himself off. "I knew I was entering a training area, but I didn't expect this kind of exercise. Just what was the point of this?" Sandy shut me up and did the talking. "Reggie here is supposed to turn on any man I point out and then leave him cold. When the man turns to get his reward, Reggie is supposed to kick his ass. You stumbled into the training area and I pointed you out, not knowing who you were." Raymond stuck out his hand. "I can honestly say I have had my ass kicked by a woman." I laughed. "Unfortunately, No you can't." Raymond was confused. I assumed that if he was on this compound, he knew the nature of our mission. "You have been briefed, haven't you?" "Not completely." "I am sure you will be. In the meantime, let me thank you for an interesting match." "Likewise." I went back to the barracks and cleaned up. I took off the messed up makeup and went back to straight mode. I took off the ruined clothing and cleaned up. I redressed in the same kind of clothing, but a nicer dress. I did my nails and makeup again and in thirty minutes, I was ready to go again. ----------------------------------------- We were going to be briefed on the next mission we were going on. Raymond had a part in the briefing. We didn't know what that was, but, this was going to be a big mission. The briefing was a dinner meeting. Sam, Merilyn, and the rest of the crew were dressed to the nines. I felt good and ready. We all ate like queens. Then, after a fabulous meal, wine was passed around. Then the real briefing started. "Ladies, we have a white slavery ring which has gone bizerk. This ring has kidnapped several young girls from high profile, rich, families. A senator has just been informed that his daughter was taken and will be sold unless he forks over millions. We believe that there is no intent to return the girl. So, we are being activated." "We are going to allow several of the team to be kidnapped. We have special transponders, which will be surgically inserted in your arms so we can track you. We also are going to insert a special transmitter and receiver so we can communicate with you. Bone induction. Reggie, you are going to be the bate. You are going to be put in a position where you might be sexually assaulted and possibly worse. But, we want you to be as slutty as possible. Your job will be to get taken. I am sure you will be able to do this. We will arrange for you to get a job in the club where the girls are taken from. We think it will only take a week. After you are taken, then we will see what is possible next. No weapons or attachments can be used here. It will only be your skills and your body. That is all you get." "The rest of the crew will be working in the background to get taken too. Seems they like she males too. That is where the rest of us come in. Sandy, your crew will be presented as prime slave candidates. We are going to offer you up for sale." Sam continued. "We expect you to be taken first. We need your observation skills to reckon the operation. We will be able to hear everything you say and most of everything said to you. We don't think your transmitters will be discovered. But in case you lose communication with us, we will give you a frequency, which we will be monitoring. And we will give you a phone number which will be monitored." "Now, part of the last minute training will be to teach you to resist drugs. Then we will administer a special antidote, which will act just like narcan except it lasts for days instead of hours. This drug will allow you to resist being drugged. You will be able to remember where you are and what you are doing. We can only supply a small quantity. We do have a way for you to keep your stash. We have a dildo, which has a time release mechanism which will give you the drug anally and allow you to resist their narcotic. We came up with the idea when we saw Reggie training herself with the dildos. It has one side effect. You will lose your appetite. You will have to force your self to eat. Otherwise, you will lose way too much weight and, in general become weak. This simulates the effect of being a junkie, but we need you to be able to fight back when necessary. So, remember to eat." Daniel finally broke his silence. "Ladies, I am going to go undercover as your pimp. I am not going to play female this time. I have to be able to make these assholes think you are for sale. I may have to pretend to die. These people have been known to kill on a whim. If they think something is wrong, they will snuff you right then and there and probably on film. These guys are the worst of the pornographers. They have already killed several undercover agents who have tried to infiltrate their organization. We believe they have inside information. We think a government official is behind the ring and maybe even inside the FBI. If this is true, we must be ready to act. So, the transmitters in your bodies will be your safety net." So I was to be the primary operative on this mission. I was being set up to be the exotic dancer who would be a prize for the slavers. I was a little old for the routine girl. I had no Idea as to how they were going to fix that. I would soon learn that the government had a few unknown tricks up their sleeve. Sam finally turned to me. "Reggie, we have to condition you for an extreme sexual situation. You will be called upon much in the same way as you did with the mobsters. You have to be what you appear. We can even offer some hypnosis to make you feel better. In fact, all of us will go through some hypnosis to control what we will have to do." I was just listening to all this. I was going to be taking quite a chance on this mission. I was the only one of this group able to pull off the woman bit. Everyone else had a dick. But they had not finished. Sam continued. "As I said earlier, this group is sick. They really like bizarre he/she's too. The more bizarre, the better they like the person. They have been slaving she males for quite a while. Now, we must talk about why outsiders are here in the camp. Raymond here is familiar with one of the principles of the group. Seems the guy is a kick boxing nut. Raymond will make some introductions. Then, he will bow out. He will give us as much about our targets as he knows. In the mean time, we have more training to do. Sam turned to me. "Reggie, you have to become a raging nymph. You must train on some very necessary sexual skills, which you haven't used yet. How much of a gag reflex do you have?" There was the part I wanted nothing to do with. I was absolutely disgusted by oral sex. But, I had made this bed and it was time to pay. "I have no Idea." "We will need for you to practice so that you look like you have been doing the deep throat thing for years. The bigger, I hear, the better. We think one of these guys likes to choke girls with his big thingie. You might also end up in a movie. Don't worry about it ever being released. This will never go that far." I had heard those words before. ------------------------------------------- My next sessions of training were very private. The girls had made a special chair, where, I would have both dildos mounted and a rubber dildo mounted on a stand. My lesson would be to get as much of the thing down my throat and try to turn my self on as much as possible. The idea was to associate the deep throating with pleasure. It was time for them to do the hypnotism bit with me. I still was very unsure as to its effects. The nice doctor came in the room with me while I was sitting on the special chair. The cursed rubber dildo was there, beside me. The doctor was using soothing speech and was clearly trying to get me to relax. He resorted to pulling out a crystal medallion. It was very beautiful and caught the light perfectly. I was asked to watch it and see how the light danced through it. This was the last thing I remembered, until, I was rudely awakened by several military types. No one would talk to me. I had no idea as to why I was standing up and why no one was left in the room but me. I felt a needle and I was sedated. ------------------------------------------ The next day, I awoke from very strange dreams. I relived what had happened the day before. I lay in the bed and waited for the crew to come in. The crew showed up just before lunch. I had been waiting for at least an hour. My suspicions were that My legendary 6th sense was more than just one ability. "Reggie, are you OK?" Sam asked. "What did I do?" "You scared the shit out of that doctor. That is what you did. You must have read his mind and told things he thought no one knew about him. He then tried to make you forget what you read, and you turned it against him and made him cluck like a chicken. Then you started laughing and crying and screaming. When we came in the room, That is how we found you. It was the Strangest thing I have ever seen." "I did what?" "You have exhibited extraordinary physic abilities. No wonder you were a good investigator. You read people's minds and never knew it." "So what do we do now?" "You must learn to control those gifts." "What if we all just forget about them and let me go on like it never happened?" "Too late, the genie is out of the bottle now. You have abilities, which we never dreamed you had. But, we still need you to learn your lessons. What if we go back to those and make another stab at hypnotizing you, but this time, under better controlled conditions?" I had no idea as to what I could do or how I even did them. I just knew things. I wanted answers too. So, I agreed to the tests. The test was set up the exact same way, except I was in a room with a two way mirror and the room had video cameras and inferred sensors. The doctor who had started the hypnotism would not even come near me again. Everytime he saw me, he clucked like a chicken and ran. I had done something to him. I worked myself down on the dildo chair, and relaxed. A new woman doctor came in the room. She would hypnotize me in much the same way. But this time, she was really trying to get my confidence and be friendly. She pulled out the crystal medallion and started the same methodic hypnotism. But this time, she asked me to remember everything that happened. Obviously, the previous doctor had done the opposite. I opened my eyes and could sense everyone in the next room. I could read their thoughts. I knew what they wanted and it frightened me. I didn't want this. I forced it down. I deliberately turned it off. I wanted nothing to do with it. My fear was very evident. The doctor wanted me to experiment. The doctor wanted me to read her. I became more and more afraid. I then did something, which I could not explain. I looked into her eyes and thought to her, "Cluck like a chicken and run!" She stopped in mid sentence and started clucking like a chicken and ran out the door. She had to be restrained. After 30 minutes, She regained her composure. But, when she saw me, standing in the hall, She started clucking and Ran again. I looked into Sam and Merilyn's eyes and told them in the strongest terms I knew how. "Don't ever try to hypnotize me again. I don't wish to do any of this. I only wish to be normal, or as normal as I am allowed. I am a freak already. I don't need to get any worse." I turned around and went back to my poor room. I was really angry and upset. I just sat there and steamed. I needed to get away from this place. I needed to escape. I wanted to be normal. I just lay there and cried. -------------------------------------------------- TOP SECRET Report to the Committee regarding Reggie Starr. Point one. This individual has highly developed physic skills, which are being denied and hidden. This individual cannot seem to deal with the abilities and if we continue to press, we will lose a very valuable team member. Point two. This individual has a very stable temperament, normally, but when anyone attempts to hypnotize subject, they are reduced to clucking like a chicken and running in fear. The staff physiologist fears that continuing to develop this knowledge will cause a downturn in her stable nature and temperament. We need this individuals talents. Therefore, further investigation would be counter- productive. Point Three. If this individual ever decides to allow testing of her abilities, we would have the most powerful PSI agent ever recorded. Recommendations. Abort any further investigations of Subjects abilities. Let it drop here and now. Remove the two hypnotist from the area and brainwash the incident from their minds. Proceed very carefully with any future use of hypnotism. We should also perform a test to determine if mind altering drugs would cause the same effect. Do nothing else at this time. ---------------------------------------------------- I walked back to the place I now called home and looked in the mirror. In my eyes, for the first time, I realized that the eyes starring back at me contained more than I ever dreamed. I didn't want to have powers. I just wanted to be a part of a team, to be part of a group to help fight evil. My only wish was to help people and administer justice. That was why I was here. My world was crumbling. I needed to strike out and hurt someone. But, I didn't want to hurt innocents. I only wanted to bust the bad guys. I fixed myself up and went back to the training room. I called Sam and Merilyn. These two seemed to be very anxious about being close to me after what I had done to the two hypnotist. "Before any of you say anything, I need to say something." Sam was always the superior. "Go head Reggie." "I knew I had abilities. But, I have kept them buried. I want to bust the bad guys. If that means that I need to learn to use these abilities, then so be it. But, on my terms. Nothing forced or tricked. I need to go very slowly." "Reggie." Sam paused like he was thinking on his feet. "We are now really concerned about giving you any kind of drugs. We don't know what will happen." "There is only one way to find out. Give them to me and lets see what happens. Hell, lets let the whole thing go and put me back in the chair and get me really high. We will then see what I do. If I am unstable, then, I can back off and play support." The two looked at each other and made a decision. They would see what I would do under the effects of cocaine. But something bothered me. Why now? I had been high before. But now why was I suddenly exhibiting abilities? Did the hypnotist release something in my head, which could not be explained? There was only one way to find out. Sam called one of the medical staff in the room. She saw me and almost turned and ran out of fear. I calmed her and told her I was ok. "Be calm." Sam instructed her to go get some medical grade cocaine and inject me with a medium dose. I sat down on the dildo chair and waited for the drug to take effect. I was beginning to feel fairly good. I went to the long dildo on the stand and started trying to work it down my throat. The dose was more than I figured it was and I was getting real high. Somewhere in me, the slut turned lose. I was beginning to work my body up and down on the dildos, and going down on the oral device. I remembered where I was and who I was. But I was suddenly having a real good time. I sat there for thirty minutes and did the bump and grind. There were no physic tremors. I was ok. My body was responding to the stimulus in typical fashion. It only took me an hour to come down. I had no ill side effects. I felt absolutely great. But, there was something else. I sensed something about myself had changed. I was different. Sam and Merilyn were now sure I was ok to go on the mission. I was responding to narcotics with no apparent side effects. This was a good thing. ----------------------------------------- The Briefing. We all met in the big conference room. Raymond was going to join the meeting after we were done with setup roles. Merilyn took control of the briefing. "Ladies, we have a real tough one. We will be relying on technology to monitor each of you. You will have transmitters installed in your arms, and a bone induction mike / earpiece installed on the surface of your jaw. The actual transmitter will be located somewhere under an armpit or empty cavity of opportunity." I raised my hand. "who is on the monitoring team?" "I actually will be in charge of the monitoring. We will have FBI staff working with us. Most of them are cleared for this mission. Reggie may even know one of them, but, all are cleared." Merilyn continued. "Some of our staff will be here also as backup. But, Sandy and Vanna are primary on the she male part of the mission. Reggie is primary in the club. Raymond will make some intro's for you to get into the club and you are on your own the rest of the way. Raymond is then going to get the hell out and go underground until these guys are busted. We don't need any more exposure than necessary." Sandy had questions. "How long before we are taken and sold?" "These people act very quickly. They are careful and do a bit of research before they take you. But, once they are sure you are safe, they act. So as soon as your stories check out, your on the block. Same for you, Reggie. If they have a buyer, your taken. These folk don't like to mark up the merchandise, but they are not above getting you high as a kite and having fun with you. That is why we issued the Narcan in the dispenser. Once you think they want you to get high, start to play act. Merilyn looked at the entire group. "Ladies, this will be an ugly mission. We are going to have to enter their world and play by their rules. That means getting Nasty. No sex of any kind is off limits here. I personally feel really bad about this. But, if we are going to get close to our targets, we will need to perform unnatural sex acts and raunchy sex. Once the targets are free, I will personally allow the termination of all involved, with prejudice. We will then burn the place down to the ground. One last thing, this mission will probably last a week or more. I have no idea as to who you will run across in these clubs. Their clientele are the elite criminal underground. And there are all kinds of kinky people. We haven't talked much about bondage. But, that is a clear possibility. I have some books and some films, which will show possible scenarios. I can't possibly plan for the different kinds of bondage, B and D, S and M. There are so many kinds. So, we have to wing that part of this. Just be prepared for anything. We go in 1 day. Get some rest. Relax and prepare mentally. It will be your last rest for 2 weeks." Me, Vanna and Sandy looked at each other. We were going to be sex kittens. ----------------------- End of Chapter one --------------------------------- The Adventures of Reggie Starr Book two, Chapter 2 One day later, somewhere in Nevada, all three of us were working in a real skuzzy club out in the desert. I was shocked to see the goings on. I never expected to find such a place in modern America. Here, you did anything the clients wanted, right out in the open. I don't think Sandy, Constance and Vanna had any idea just how dingy and raunchy the place was. I was put on stage, right off the bat. My job was to entertain the clients. While on stage, I was safe. No one was allowed up there but the performers. So, I could do anything I wished and not have to have contact with the clients. But I later discovered that I was being bid on. The Highest bidder got me for the evening, after the dance session. I had no idea until after they told me to go upstairs. When I refused, The house manager, who I don't want to even remember his name, told me that if I didn't go and make the man completely happy, I was dead. I was also told that if it ever came up again, I was dead. I was to make the customers happy or, they would get another big busted blond to do it. I was a dime a dozen and they would not tolerate any resistance. The other girls were getting the same thing. But they were doing the She Male thing. Talking about degrading. I was going to enjoy destroying this place. But not before getting our little hostage. Hopefully she was in tact with her virginity still intact. This was going to be a rough night. The john who came upstairs was a mobster. I was being careful to not use my real name or tell these guys where I was from. There were people out there who might remember a Reggie Starr. Nevada was a rough place. This john just wanted to play touchy feelie. He wanted a blow job. That was it, Not much more. He was more interested in my tits than anything else. So, I let him do his thing. He did this for about an hour, when a knock on the door interrupted his game of grab tits. There was a heated discussion at the door, and then, he suddenly grabbed his pants and shirt, and threw me a 100 dollar bill. I was left in the room. This was the absolutely first time I had been alone sense we got to this retched place. My communication device beeped. I quietly acknowledged and listened. Vanna and Sandy had found the missing senator's daughter. She was being held in the basement of the club. This was just too typical of the mobsters. My legendary 6th sense went off. I decided to transmit. "Constance, Vanna, Sandy, there is something wrong. Get the hell out of there, It's a trap. Don't ask how I know. It's a trap." There was no reply. I quietly went to the door, but there were men at both ends of the hall. I put my bra back on and got my little nothing, sheer robe on. It was all I had and showed every inch of my stockings, garters, and thong. Here, there was no personal privacy. I went back to the door, and went out to the hall. One of the goons stopped me and asked me where I was going. "I got to throw up a quart of cum." I wanted to gross these guys out. I had no idea how these guys would act. But the guy looked like he was going to turn green. He pointed to the john, and I headed that way. Once inside, I started looking around for any kind of advantage. There was none. The windows were barred. I was going to have to get both of the goons together. Then, I was going to have to quietly kill both of them. I had no choice. If I let them live, they would point me out as the intruder. They both had small weapons. But, I had my wits and some kick ass moves. I also had my 6" heels. Those restrictive butt shapers were about to become deadly. I had to act quickly. I had to get downstairs. I walked back out into the hall. The goons didn't act the least bit interested in my appearance. Just that I was in the hall. I looked up and around. I didn't see any cameras. I concentrated. I didn't sense any dangers, Just the goons. So, went up to one of the nice muscle bound goons and started my vamp bit. These guys were idiots, No reaction at all. The guy grabbed me and started me down the hall. I was going to be put back in the room I came out of. There was a scream. The goons met in the middle of the hall in front of me. I commenced to kick their asses. The guns came out and were kicked out of their hands. One made a lunge for my legs. He got a 6" spike in his eye. He was dead. The other one realized I was more than I looked, and turned to run. He got two steps. I had him on the floor with a leg sweep. Then, I used a blow to the Adams apple and he quietly choked to death. I made my way down the stairs. The main hall was in turmoil. It looked like there had been some kind of hit attempt. Then, shots were being fired. I looked at who was firing and who was getting hit. Most of the bullets were hitting the joints staff. This was strange. My sense went off again. I had to get to My team members. There was something very wrong. "Constance, there is something very wrong. Get out of here now. I don't care if you have the girl or not, get out now. I think we are about to get hit hard." I made my way to the door. I picked up an Uzi, laying on the floor. It had a full clip. I shot the legs out of a goon and killed several of the mobsters before I got out. Vanna and Sandy had a bloody, scantily clad young girl in their arms. They had got the girl. But, there was still something wrong. We all had been trained in how to get in a car and get it started without a key. I immediately got into an older caddy and got it started up. The girls got in behind me and we got away from the building. I stopped at the top of the drive, Several hundred yards away, and sat for a second. This place was just way too remote for my tastes. I looked up and saw a pair of helicopters approach the building from the opposite direction. I was amazed when they started a rocket attack on the place. They launched several rockets and then opened up with cannon fire on any one who left the building. There was automatic weapon fire, but, every time it started, another rocket would stop it. We quietly made our way back to the main road and headed for some place where we could pause and relax. I used our communication device and told control what had happened. They were just as surprised as we were. This was going to be my day. While on the way to our meeting place in Las Vegas, I got stopped by a Nevada state trooper. This guy was going to think we were escapees from a harem. This guy was just a sleazy as the rest of the mobsters who just died. All he wanted was a blow job. Men, they could be really sick. I gave him a job. A heel job. I shoved my 6" spike up his pervert ass. I took his gun and his keys. I took his radio mike. I took his portable. And I took his pants and underwear. I left him on the side of the road unconscious and naked. I was beginning to enjoy kicking men's asses. I knew that one of these days, I would meet another kickboxer champ. I didn't need to get too confident. Our mission and our training were successful. We had managed to get our target and our skins out. But, why the helicopters? We would not know the answer to that until after we got our package delivered and got back to our base. ----------------------------------------------------------- We got to Las Vegas the next day. Along the way, we managed to get some decent clothing at a local Wall Mart with money we found in the Caddy we had stolen. The owner was now dead, so I'm sure he didn't miss it. You can imagine the sight of us scantily clad bunch of females come into a Wall Mart, at 2 in the morning. The store manager almost threw us out before we had time to explain that we had been robbed. We were forced to strip and what we were wearing was all we had left. We needed clothes. After we told the poor man our sob story, he helped us get several pair of jeans and some tops. I got some badly needed toiletries and makeup. We managed to drop several hundred dollars at his store. Now decent, we headed to the main part of the strip. There, I picked up a pay phone and dialed our pickup number. The crew who came to get us came in a touring buss. It looked like a home on wheels. The crew was mostly FBI. On the buss, there was a secure phone. So, I spent several minutes briefing our brass about the copters and the raid. I didn't mention the fact that my 6th sense got us out again. I wanted to downplay that one. The ride back to our secret base was a day. I slept like the dead. No one touched me or any of our crew. I think they knew they could die if they did. Upon arriving, we unloaded our payload. The girl was cleaned up and rested. She wanted to get out of there as fast she could. I didn't blame her. Now the questions. Sam and McLean were both very curious as to how I knew an attack was coming. I had to do something, which I never wanted to do. I told them that I just knew things. "That sometimes, my alarm goes off and I know to jump when I hear it. I don't know what it means sometimes, so I guess. The night we got out was a guess." Sam was doing the talking. "Reggie, we knew you had certain abilities when you came here. It looks like your abilities saved everyone again." "Boss, I don't want to rely on this too much. It has failed me before. The only time it really goes off is when we might die. Otherwise, it may not work." "You say when you are in danger of dying is when it goes off, Right?" "Yes" "Ok, thanks, you need to rest and go back for more training. Don't worry, we won't test you on the PSI system again. We will let you be." I was honestly relieved. --------------------------------------------------------- Top Secret ? Command staff only. Continuing reports on Reggie Starr. Reggie Starr continues to show advance PSI abilities. On the last mission, She has managed to save the lives of all operatives involved without knowing who or why the target was attacked. Our Intel has determined that a rival mob action was involved in the mass destruction of the site. AS knowledge of our surveillance of this subject would undermine trust, we have decided to continue using Reggie Starr in our more dangerous environments. S. --------------------------------------------------------- One thing I could honestly say about this organization, I was never bored. My workshop was being used to fabricate everything from a special holster to Bondage equipment. My gun bench was being used to fabricate full auto components for some of the smaller hand weapons. I didn't understand the relevance of this as the weapons involved were small clip, small caliber weapons. I then saw the special spool clips, which were being made. It turned a very small handgun into a very deadly full auto weapon. After several days of rest, it was time to see what the next mission was going to be. It was going to be another bimbo squad operation. But, it was a destroy mission. We were going after the rival gang hideout which was responsible for the death and destruction I saved us all from. This time, Constance was coming with us. General McLean made a nice looking woman when He wanted to. Sam never got that involved. We were going to do a complete search and destroy on the whole operation. Everything imaginable was there in this hell hole. All the slavery, drugs, prostitution, gambling, moonshining, and every other vice you could name, was in this one place. The mobsters had their tentacles in all the local law enforcement pockets. So, local cooperation was a minus. It was decided that everyone in the joint would die. We were to do the exact same thing we had done before. We would get sucked into the club like we did before, being sold to the owner. But this time, the owner was a bit more kinky. I was going to have to perform a little more of my kinky act. I also was being told that the bondage stuff was most probably going to be used on me. I had a week to prepare. I never liked latex. It was hot and it was hard to get on. But, I was going to have to learn to wear it and get used to it. I needed help getting into this stuff. The bright red leggings were like a pair of stirrup pants. The top was just as tight. Then the bright red leather corset came out. When everything was on, every detail of my body stood out. My waist was ridiculously small and my butt was really set off. My F's were pushed up and my cleavage was really outstanding. My head was covered with a hood, and my hair was pulled through a hole in the back. My makeup was fetish. When done, I looked very formable. The last touch was the 8" heels. They were 2" platform with an 8" heel. They had reinforced ankle protection, so I wouldn't bust my ass on them. I was going to have to continue to wear this stuff every day until the mission. I had to prepare. My appearance was shocking, to say the least. I continued to work and move around the complex in this rubber gear. Several of our visitors were curious as to who this red rubber queen was. Their questions were deflected. I continued to train in martial arts. I was getting used to the 8 inch heels. I was using them as weapons again. I was routinely putting huge gashes in the sparring dummies. My ability to plant the heels anywhere I wanted was going to be a positive. Normally, the other girls couldn't have done any of what I was doing. I had 3 inches of tendon removed from my feet. My feet had been surgically rearranged so that I had to walk on super high heels. So, 6" was nothing for me. I had practiced in toe shoes. Those were the shoes, which made you actually walk on toes and the heel was 8 to 10 inches. These things were torture. I could do it, but, once I moved up to those, I couldn't walk normally in anything else. So, if I was going to have to wear them, That was all I could wear. I was sparring with several of the men. They knew I was a high level black belt and knew I cold kick their asses. But I needed practice. I had to use special heel guards to keep from killing these guys. The guards were big flat mushrooms on the end of the heels. They kept me from putting out an eye or stabbing a chest. Several of the men really didn't like fighting me as I was hard on them. I told them several times, "Take the shot, the bad guys will!" It took several times telling them to get dirty and fight me. But several of them did. If I came up with a black and blue mark here and there, it could be used to prove I was "Punished" regularly. I could hide most of the facial marks with makeup. But, I had to caution a couple of the guys when they started heading for genitals. My implants were capable of taking quite a lot of abuse. I was not afraid of a rupture. I was constantly reassured that they would not rupture. But, I got hit in the breasts with what was a fairly strong punch. Then one of the men hit me with a crotch shot. While women are not as susceptible to such a shot, it still was fairly painful. My retaliation was swift. The guy was wearing a cup. That was the only thing that saved his manhood. Otherwise, he would be joining our group involuntarily. My heels connected very well. He was glad I was wearing the heel guards. There was more of the same until the last day of the training week. We were going tomorrow. I cleaned up and rested for the rest of this day and Friday, we were going to be sold to the club owner. I was going to be presented in the red rubber outfit. I was going to be a Dominatrix. I liked this, as I got to create pain on the assholes there. I would like doing degrading things to these people. What was sick was that they would encourage this kind of behavior. So be it. ------------------------------------------------ Mission, day one. --------------------------------- This place was one big bordello. It was mostly for the Vegas mob. A normal citizen would not be allowed anywhere near this place. Only the most elite of customers were allowed here. I found that there was a curious absence of S and M staff. When I asked the handler what happened to them, I was told "the bitches got to cocky and we had to get rid of them. Do what the customers ask and nothing more. If you get too creative, and cross our lines, Your dead." This was the typical mob attitude. They were only interested in their customers and we were cattle. This place was going to be a pleasure to destroy. We were getting the staff in place. While there were lots of new faces, this group was acting way to cocky. They were convinced that they were impregnable. I was looking around at the security layout. There was something wrong. I noticed the normal cameras. But, the IR motion detectors were not normal. I was going to have to test this. I suspected the sensors were IR cameras. If that was true, weapons would show up and we would be nailed quickly. I was going to have to take out the monitoring staff first. My first victim/customer was a big brute. The guy was a gorilla. Once he got in the room by himself, he asked where the cameras were. I pointed to the corners and at the headboard. He promptly draped anything he could find, Panties, a bra, a pillowcase, anything that would occlude the cameras. Then he turned to me and explained what he wanted. This Mobster was an enforcer. He wanted to be dominated. My role was to lovingly force my will on him and make him do anything I wanted in the privacy of the room. He had put a guard on the door and had given instructions for us to not be disturbed until he came out. He anticipated that we would be in there all night. I had no Idea what this was costing him, but, what the hell. Our conversation was around what he would and would not do. He didn't seem to have any kind of preference. He just wanted someone else to be in control. This was going to be work. I suddenly had an idea. I was going to play nurse. I took him and strapped him to the table provided and gagged him. I placed a hood over his head and made sure he could see but not talk. I then gave him a strip show to beat the band. I changed from the bright red rubber to the crisp white uniform of a nurse, white stockings and garters, very short tight spandex skirt, and very tight uniform. I looked into the goody closet and found what I was looking for. Now I had no idea if this guy was going to dig what I was going to do to him or not. But, I was going to get him. There it was. It was a big one too. I turned Mr. Mobster on his back and placed him head down on the table. I found an IV pole and hung the bag. It was full of nice soapy warm water. The bulb was greased up and I inserted it up his butt