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Agent Kask Pt II free porn video
The good Assistant Director handed me off to an agent. Who
handed me off to another agent, who handed me off to some
one else, and on and on and on. Eventually I ended up with
a young guy who introduced himself as Tom - no last name
was given, none was needed. He was big. In fact - huge. And
he had the thickest southern accent I'd ever heard.
On the third try, I finally got: "Pleased to meet you
agent, I'll be your transport to Walter Reed Hospital."
He seemed very good natured. Something you don't come
across very often in this business. He took my requests to
repeat everything he said with a bright smile and a hearty
laugh. I liked him immediately. He took me to an
underground parking lot the size of the Grand Canyon. Cars,
trucks, motorcycles, scooters, shit I bet they even had
skateboards. Eventually we ended up standing in front of an
old army ambulance.
"It ain't exactly a NASCAR, but it'll get the job done."
Inside was another gentleman dressed in an emergency
medical technician uniform. He introduced himself as Joe as
he handed me an army uniform. He motioned me to climb into
the ambulance for some privacy, which I did. When I came
back out, Tom also had changed into an EMT uniform.
Tom tossed me crack salute, which I half-assed returned. I
was never any good at military stuff. Joe explained I'd be
making the trip as a patient. After the last agent was
taken out, nothing was being left to chance. Tom climbed in
behind the wheel, while Joe and I climbed in the back. Tom
edged out of the parking spot. I wondered if he knew his
way out of this cavern. Joe opened up a medical box and
pulled out bloody bandages and turned towards me.
Perhaps it was my look of horror that caused him to say,
"Don't worry, it's not real blood, just a simple compound."
He took my folded up suit and placed it in the empty box.
"Now what do you say to a little head trauma?"
"Sounds good to me." I said taking off my hat.
He wrapped me fairly good. I could still see somewhat, and
my nose was clear.
The cabin suddenly filled with light, indicating we were
finally above ground. Joe took a pair of surgical scissors
and cut the right sleeve of my uniform and shirt up to
almost my shoulder.
"Loosing this much blood definitely could cause shock, so
we'll need to keep you in plenty of fluids." He pulled an
IV from a drawer, removed the needle and taped the end of
the tube to my arm.
"You guys ready back there? We're coming up on the exchange
point." Tom yelled over the roar of the motor.
"We're ready." Joe replied. "Here comes the pick up vehicle
now."
I sat up and saw an ambulance racing towards us, about a
quarter mile away, lights blazing.
"Three, two, one! Yee-fucken-haa!!!!" Yelled Tom and
suddenly a huge explosion ripped apart a car on the side of
the road ahead, that I'd failed to notice.
In less than an instance, the two ambulances passed. Their
lights went out, our lights and siren went on and Tom
stomped on the gas pedal. I nearly fell on my ass as old
ambulance rocketed forward. There was something pretty big
under the hood out there. Looks can be deceiving. The sound
of a `Rebel Yell' echoed through out the truck.
"My sincerest condolences on your accident Lt. Humming."
Tom continued yelling. "That was quite an accident you had
back there. You've lost a bit of blood, but your wounds
aren't nearly as bad as they appear. You'll be just fine
after a day or two in the hospital, getting fat of that
world famous army-hospital cuisine."
Joe had me lay down on the stretcher, and strapped me in.
"When we hit the emergency room, keep quiet, keep still,
and follow our lead."
It was a short ride with Tom behind the wheel. You could
tell he lived for this kind of thing. In no time we were
slowing down to enter the emergency room parking.
They hustled me out of the ambulance and into emergency. A
nurse came up and began litany of questions to determine
just what the hell was going on.
Joe brushed past her simply stating, "It's the army Lt.
from the car wreck."
She gave a knowing nod and directed us to the last cubicle
on the left. That had an ominous sound. As soon as we were
all in, Joe closed the curtain. He hit button on a pager
hanging from his belt and a secret door opened in the wall.
That was cool! Out walked an army office, in a uniform
exactly like the one I wore. As the last bandage came off
me, the first one was going on him. Joe handed me my
clothes and guided me to the door. Tom grabbed my hand for
a vicious shake that rattled my teeth. Man was I glad that
guy was on our side.
Once inside the door closed and I was enveloped in silence.
It was well lighted, but eerily quiet, considering the
frenzy in the ER on the other side of the door. So I
started following the hallway. It was the only way to go.
At the end of the hallway there was a steel door. And a big
soldier standing at attention in front of it. With a big
gun. A very big gun. And he definitely looked like he knew
how to use it. I sincerely hoped he was expecting me. He
was.
"Agent Kask... Kaskus... Kasolow..."
"Agent Kask, yes." I interrupted.
"Right this way Sir, third door on the left."
And with that he opened the door and saluted. I wasn't sure
if it was the uniform, good training, or did I deserve a
salute? Oh well, doesn't really matter anyway. So I went to
the third door on the left.
It was a conference room. And in it was Dr. Stevens, from
the agency. And with him was several other Dr. looking
types.
"Good afternoon Agent Kask. Allow me to introduce you to
your medical team. This Dr. Vicocous, anesthetist. Dr.
Clifford, facial reconstruction and liposuction. Dr.
Smithton, vocal chords."
Vocal chords? No body said anything about vocal chords? Dr.
Stevens continued with out missing a beat.
"Dr. Rodreqise, implants, and lastly your physical
therapist, Nurse Crouper."
Holy shit! What a freaking babe! She looked like she
stepped out of `Babe Watch'! I definitely would love to get
physical with her, apply my own type of therapy! Even in
her baggy `whites', there was no missing those curves. Dr.
Stevens began droning on again, interrupting my daydream. I
miss more conversations because of my dick.
"I gave you a preliminary run down on the procedures at
Langley this morning. Now we'll explain the details."
He motioned to one of them and said "Dr. Vicocous". The
good Dr. began speaking.
"Though none of the procedures alone would require putting
you to sleep, I believe having them all done at the same
time would put undue stress on you. Therefore I strongly
suggest we put you out for two days. You'll have numerous
small lacerations, and this will allow your body forty-
eight hours to heal, without any pulling on your stitches.
Your medical file from the FBI has no indications of
allergies, have you ever had any problems with being
anesthetized?"
"None that I can remember. Just exactly what are you
planning on doing to me?"
"Relax Agent Kask." Said Dr. Stevens, with his best bedside
manner smile. "That's what we're explaining to you.
Regardless of what you may have been told about army and
agency Drs., we're not going to do anything to you with out
your permission. This is America, not the old Soviet
Union."
I was still nervous, but that did relax me a little bit.
Dr. Clifford picked up from there.
"Your eyes and chin are fine, but your nose needs to be
fixed. Do you remember how you broke it?" he asked.
"I never broke my nose Dr." I said.
"I'm afraid you have Agent."
"Sorry, no, Doc, I never broke my nose."
He stood up, walked over to me and pulled a small mirror
from his packet. He held it up to my nose, and then with a
pen he slowly traced a line from my eyes down the length of
my nose. About an inch from the end, the pen moved slightly
to the left. Holy shit - I did have a broken nose.
"It's quite common for young children, especially boys, to
break their nose and not realize it. It doesn't always
cause buckets of blood. That only happens in Hollywood. If
you're fond of it, I can always put it back when your
mission is over."
I thought for a few more minutes and said, "How about if I
see if I like it before I tell you to put it back?"
"That'll be fine." He took his seat, but continued
speaking. "The liposuction is a standard procedure. You can
reverse that procedure yourself with a binge of hamburgers
and beer."
Even I got a chuckle out of that.
Dr. Rodreqise picked it up from there. "I'll be doing a
series of six implants on your body. One for each breast,
one for each buttock, one on each hip and one on each
thigh. The breast and buttocks are standard implants.
Nothing out of the ordinary there. The hip implants, while
not common, are also routine. The thigh implants are a new
technology."
He turned on an overhead projector and I saw two, three
dimensional outlines of a male body, front and back views.
He clicked a button, and it was replaced by a picture
showing the implants in green against the white body
outlines. He pulled a pointer from his shirt pocket and
walked over to the screen.
"It's based on the same technology as the standard
implants, except of the size of the implants. Here you'll
see how the thigh implants wrap around the entire leg,
which requires the solution be injected at multiple
points."
"Solutions injected, what to you mean?"
"In a standard implant," he said. "the container is
inserted under the skin and then inflated. It means, the
insertion lacerations are much smaller than they otherwise
would be."
"Okay, I got you." I was getting nervous again, now that
we're actually getting down to the nitty-gritty.
Dr. Smithton spoke next. "Although it's not technically
necessary to alter your vocal chords, the medical team
thinks it may be a good idea. That way you won't need to
concentrate on disguising your voce. There is a new
technology in the field of voice disguise."
She pulled a small envelope from her pocket and tossed it
across the table to me. I opened it up and a tiny plastic
clip fell into my palm.
"While you're under, we can place these clips on your vocal
chords and, using a computer, adjust them to what ever
frequency is deemed necessary. As long as they're removed
within forty-five days, the only after affects is a
moderately sore throat for a few days. After forty-five
days the clipped off portion of the chord begins to die and
the ends grow together, making the change permanent. You
shouldn't need them any longer than thirty days. Do you
want the procedure? I highly recommend it."
I thought for a few moments then said, "Well I guess you're
the Drs., you know best."
"Excellent." she said with a smile.
Then I turned to the lovely lady at the end of the table
and asked "And what does Nurse Crouper have planned for
me?"
She smiled and said, "My job is help you get used to your
new body. To feel comfortable in it."
God what a smile she had.
"So we'll be spending some quality time together?" I added.
I knew I shouldn't be trying to hit on her here and now,
but I wanted to test the waters before I wasted time
dreaming about her.
"Yes, you could say that." she replied with a grin.
Yes! There is a God!
Finally, Dr. Stevens started again, so I guess this is the
grand finale. "There is one more procedure we've been
debating and want to present to you. There are many
different projects going on in the army and in the CIA.
Many of these programs are confidential. Many also have off
shoots. One program was an attempt to see: if certain
female hormones were increased in a woman's body, could it
be used to enhance interrogation procedures, by making the
subject highly emotional, and therefore unstable."
Great, I thought. Your tax dollars hard at work making
bitchy women even bitchier.
"That project was terminated, but part of that project was
to determine which hormones most effect emotions. An
offshoot of that program developed a group of synthetic
female hormones that affect the body, but not the emotions.
These hormones have been thoroughly tested and are one
hundred percent safe. What they will do is give you a more
feminine appearance, but not effect your male - for lack of
a more clear term - your hard-wired male brain."
"What the... what are you saying? You want to shoot me up
with female hormones? Are you people gonna actually turn me
into a woman?"
This was getting way out of hand.
"Dr., may I?"
It was the Goddess, what was her name again, Crouper?
"I believe I am somewhat familiar with those of Agent
Kask's persuasion. Perhaps I can explain."
The good Dr. deferred and the babe again spoke with me. I
was having trouble paying attention to the words. She knew
it, I could tell. She watched me watching her tits.
"Agent Kask." she began. "There's more to being a women
than breasts and butts. It's not just the way you look.
It's the way you move. The way you appear, the grace in
your style. The way you hold yourself. They way you come
across. Women are most definitely different from men. A
woman that knows how to develop it, has a certain presence.
I'm sure you've experienced it yourself. When a classy
woman enters a room, you feel compelled to turn and look
before you've even noticed she was there. What Dr. Stevens
is talking about is using chemicals to allow your body to
more easily make that transition."
Selma Hyack! That's who the fuck she reminded me of. No
wonder I was already in love. Okay. Technically I was in
lust. Same thing. Oh fuck - I'm doing it again. I'm missing
the important stuff. Bad penis, bad. Down boy.
Dr. Stevens spoke up. "The idea is to add these chemicals
to your body. Allow them to help you. And then remove them.
A couple of days on a prescription of testosterone and
steroids, and you will most surely be your old self. I
guarantee it."
"So when this is all done, I'll be pretty much be myself,
right?" I asked the assembled round table.
"We see no permanent issues, that is correct." Said old Doc
Stevens.
"So when this is all done, I'll pretty much be myself,
right?"
Dr. Stevens looked confused and said, "We see no permanency
issues, correct."
Let's try this again.
"So when this is all done, I'll be my good old self,
right?"
The babe smiled broadly, put her hand on the Dr. and said,
"Yes, you'll be pretty much your old self."
"Good! Let's get the ball rolling. I've got a lot of back
ground work to do."
So we all stood up and shook hands and they left me with
Nurse Selma - hey I can dream, can't I? We made small talk
as she escorted me to what apparently was a hospital
underneath a hospital. I got checked in, under a false
name. Some how I imagine most people entered that way. I
got my standard hospital gown, the kind that leaves your
butt hanging out. What moron came up with these? Next I got
a preliminary exam. Height, weight, blood pressure, eye
test. Then came the needles. The must have stabbed me a
dozen times. I guess draining half my blood is their idea
of putting me out for two days. I hadn't noticed with all
the needles, the love of my life had slipped away. But she
did say we'd be spending quality time in the very near
future.
My new guide was a very large, black male nurse. He just
told me to come with him, and avoided every attempt I made
at conversation. That type always makes m nervous. We went
into a shower hall. He told me to strip and get nice and
wet. Which I did. This was just too much fun. Showering in
front of a big black guy. Visions of Altcatraz dancing my
head. Next he handed me a shower cap and said be sure to
get all your hair put up. Then he gave me goggles, and put
some greasy stuff on my eyebrows.
"What the hell is this? How about some answers?"
He replied, very calmly, "I don't ask questions, and I
don't give answers. In this place the less you know the
better off you are."
Well, I could see the logic in that.
"They tell me to do something to a patient, I do it. But I
will tell you what we're doing. I'm gonna spray you with
what we call Mega-Nair. It's gonna remove all your hair."
"Remove all my hair - what the fuck for?"
"Like I said, I don't ask questions and I don't give
answers. Keep your eyes and your mouth closed. This stuff
tastes nasty, and it burns like shampoo in your eyes."
With that he picked up a canister that reminded me of
spraying bugs in a garden. And then he coated me in green
stuff.
"It won't hurt, but it will tingle quite a bit. This stuff
will remove hair for up to two weeks. It stuns the
follicles. I've got you penciled in for ten days from
today, and for ten days after that."
He was right, it felt weird. Like I had bugs crawling on
me. In couple of minutes he put down the spray.
"Let it work for a few minutes, then shower it off."
When he gave me the nod, I turned on the shower, and got a
good rinse. Now I'm not particularly hairy to start with,
but you should have seen all the hair in the drain.
"Make sure you get it all off. You don't want some on your
head, or you'll get a bald spot."
When he decided I was clean enough he tossed me a towel and
said, "Your gown is hanging up over there, I'll meet you
outside."
I passed a mirror as I reached for my gown and looked at
myself. From the eyeballs down, I was completely hairless.
It was strange seeing my cock and balls. They actually
looked bigger. I'll bet Nurse Selma would be even more
impressed. I got dressed, went out and was escorted by my
talkative companion to a private room. He told me to lie
down and relax. They'd be coming for me soon. Yeah. Right.
Relax. Just before I go under the knife.
After twenty minutes or so, Dr. Stevens and a different
nurse came in. They were both in scrubs. He pulled a needle
and I just about shit.
"Haven't you guys taken enough blood for one day?"
"No, no, no, I'm not taking blood. This is a sedative.
We're getting you ready for surgery. It's quite strong,
you'll be asleep in no time. So I guess this is good night
for now. I'll be seeing you - but you won't be seeing me -
for about forty eight hours."
And then he stabbed me. He was right. I was drowsy almost
immediately. And then I closed my eyes.
And...
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