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Omar's revenge would have to wait, much as she wanted to cut Hassan's
head off and feed it to the vultures she was given a wedding gift that
left her speechless.
Hassan had taken Omar to bed after a small celebration that had lasted
past midnight. Omar was not allowed to drink but Hassan and his
lieutenants, foot soldiers, guards, and his other local personnel who
was on hand to witness the subjegation and submission of the former Al-
JazeerOmar to the new head of Al Haleem.
Omar lay on the bed, looking at the ceiling, revolted by the hours of
sex that had been imposed on her. Her body's reaction to Hassan's
expert hands, mouth and penis made her shudder almost as much as the
very act. As much as she hated Hassan and hated the situation she was
in, she as much hated that her body had reacted to his ministrations
into the late hours of the night. Omar was not a willing participant
nor would she ever be to Hassan.
"My lovely bride, I have a most wonderful gift for you on our wedding
night," Hassan murmured into her ear.
Omar could only imagine what sexual position or act that Hassan was
planning on visiting on her now. He lay there silently, waiting to hear
what new horror awaited her.
"My dear Annie, we have located the American special forces team that
murdered your old body." Omar perked up, alert.
"I thought that might get your attention." Hassan smiled. "And that
is not the best part of it, my bride. No, it get's better. I've
arranged plane tickets for you to fly out there and engineer he and his
team's punishement for daring to raid one of our compounds and murdering
valiant defenders of our faith."
Omar could not believe her ears. After all the humiliation she'd
suffered, first at the hands of the Americans who murdered her, then at
Hassan and his lieutenants hands, she would get a small mesaure of
vengeance against one of them. No, not a small measure of vengeance, a
large dose of it. If it had not been for this special forces team, she
would still be in her old male body, and would still be the head of the
most feared terrorists in the world.
The plane landed in Idaho, the summer sun beating down on the tarmac
mercillessly. Omar felt the Idaho heat hit her with almost a palpable
physical presence as she deplaned with the other passengers onto the
tarmac and walked the 200 meters to the small airport. She picked up
her bag from the carousel and ten minutes later was loading them into
her rental, a Kia SUV.
The trip brought her through corn fields and farmland that stretched for
miles of featureless landscape. The base and the surrounding town were
an hour away and if Omar had not already thought about her revenge for
six hours on her two connecting flights she would have used the time to
mentally salivate some more over the visions of revenge she'd
constructed in her mind.
The base was outside of Twin Falls and was little known outside of the
military. In fact, it was completely unknown as it was a small base
meant for training of the various special forces that comprised the
pride of the various branches of the armed forces of the United States.
As such its existence was kept obscure, even guarded and even residents
of the nearby town did not know its true purpose - they'd always assumed
that it was a secondary or even tertiary military facility. But the
resources of Al Haleem had been able to find all this out and provide a
fairly detailed dossier of the facility although there were limits to
what Al Haleem's resources were able to get - after all this was a
government facility, not the New York Public Library. But she knew it
was known affeciontaely as Area 69 by members of the special forces
passing through its doors.
Omar had her car valet parked at the Courtyard Marriot, not expecting to
need to drive around very much as the hotel was situated in the heart of
the town with restaurants, shops, clubs and bars within walking
distance. The town had the feel of a modern midwestern town, clean,
bustling, but at the same time with a down to earth feel to it. Omar
found herself feeling at ease immediately and not just because she was
not under the yoke of Hassan either. The people, from the valet to the
bellhop to the desk clerk who checked her in, exuded a friendliness that
disquieted Omar - she found it increasingly hard to reconcile these
open, friendly people with her long held belief in the evil empire of
the people of the United States who oppressed her people and commited
atrocities against them in their play for ever more world wide power.
She liked her room - it wasn't the opulent suiote that she had booked
for that fateful day in New York when Mohammed had dashed her plans to
continue as the head of Al Haleem but it was spacious and well
furnished. The bellhop wheeled her large bag past the foyer area, the
bathroom and into the bedroom area where a queen size bed and desk were
backdropped by the balcony window. Sunlight streamed into the room and
beyond the curtains and window was a balcoy with a breathtaking view of
the mountains draped in veerdant greens and blues.
Omar felt liberated in a way she hadn't felt since she'd became the
owner of Annie's body...without Mohammed's presence around her, a presence
that was an oppressive weight on her psyche, she felt uplifted,
liberated. The vast open expanse of nature in front of her, the clean
fresh mountain air, and a feeling of freedom was the anti-dote she
needed for the depresssion that had been dragging her down the last
week. She didn't realize how much that oppression had been weighing on
her, choking down her spirit, until just this moment.
She stretched, feeling her muscles unkink, the sun on her upturned face,
and reveled in the feeling of being alive and young. She saw the hotel
pool down below from here fifth floor balcony and got a sudden urge to
dive into the pool and feel the refreshing water. She didn't think
about where the urge came from - in fact it was an unfamiliar urge for
Omar since she grew up in a desert region and was used to hot, arid,
sandy climes where water was a scarce commodity where the feel of diving
into the depths of a pool were as foreign as the idea of Catholicism.
She raced back into her room, ignited by the idea of splashing in the
pool. She was giddy with anticipation as she tore off her clothes and
dug through her suitcase for the bikini she knew was there.
She emerged minutes later from the hotel into the bright sun in front of
the pool in a black bikini and heels. With her Gues sunglasses she was
the very picture of Western decadence that Omar's organization railed
against but the thought had not even occured to her as she chose her
outit in the hotel room. She felt a flutter of nervousness - whether
from being so naked in public or a the natural apprehension every woman
felt when dressed to the nines but still unsure if she measured up to
society's rigid standards of beauty. She shrugged it off, the
confidence of Annie Bauer's persona bolstering her confidence and strode
across the pale concrete decking past rows of chaise lounge chairs
llined up along the pool.
She walked towards the deep end of the pool past several men who were
obviouisly military, a few women of various age, and some chars with
towels draped across them. Every man eyed her, mostly surrpetitiously
but some overtly, scrutinizing the beautiful young Asian woman walking
past them.
She draped her towel acrosss a lounge chair and sat down, unwrapped the
fabric straps of her heeled sandals and dropped her room card and
sunglasses onto the towel. She got up and stood at the end of the pool
and looked at the cool blue water in front of her, sun glinting off in
the water in corruscating patterns, anticipating a relaxing swim. She
took a deep breath and dove in.
She came up for air ten feet down the pool and arced her arms over and
over again into the water while she kicked her legs. The water sliding
over her sleek body felt like it was washing all her cares and worries
away into the midwestern air. She did ten laps, luxuriating in the feel
of the water, the delicious taste of oxygen as she gulped precious air
into her lungs as they burned between strokes.
She finally pulled herself out of the pool and shivered as the
goosebumps covered her body and her nipples pushed out against the nylon
of her top. She toweled herself off and let the sun warm here back up
while she put on her shoes.
Back in her room she lay on her stomach and reviewed the file in front
of her. A small sheaf of papers lay on the open folder at the foot of
the bed. Omar idly twirled her damp hair while reading the file on
Gordon "Gorgon" Cantor. She was on the cover page with a grainy blown
up photo of a sun tanned face with the obligatory military hair cut,
which is to say very short, and piercing dark eyes that bore through the
camera lens even through the pixelation of the enlargement. Gordo
Cantor, age 36, five foot eleven, one hundred seventy five lb, a 12 year
veteran of the US Navy, almost all of it with the Seal Team Nine.
Commendation after commendation and a list of missions that impressed
even Omar.
After three pages of military and career history, she got to the
personal section of the dossier. Single, a taste for the ladies, fast
cars and motorcycles. She rolled onto her back and held the paper in
the air above her. She persued tastes in music, childhood history,
family facts...she mentally rehearsed her plan.
The muted sound of country music filtered into the night through the
thick, distressed wood doors that were supposed to lend an air of
country western authenticity at least in the mind of the person who
designed the club decor. Omar didn't even have to touch the thick door
pulls - a tall rail thin man accelerated ahead of her and held the door
open for her. Omar reflexively thanked the man who beamed at her
acknowledgement of his chivalry.
A Garth Brooks song was blaring as she was waved passed the cashier in
observance of the free admission policy for women. The cashier was in a
small foyer with coat check to the left and a hallway to the right
leading to an attached restaurant. The Brooks tune came out of the
hallway in front of Omar and she walked that way, getting her hand
stamped by the bouncer who eyed her appreciatively.
Omar came out of the hallway at the corner of a rectangular area that
had bars on the two long sides. The hwallway came out at the bottom
right corner of the area and the first bar was immediately ahead of Omar
on the right and the other bar was opposite on the other long side of
the rectangle. A raised area to the left with tables and chairs
overlooked the dance area between the two bars. Couples danced the two
step around the permiter of the floor while a mix of patrons performed
some line dance in sync with each other.
Omar walked along the bar assessing the club and covertly looking for
target. Her attempt at being covert failed miserably - dressed in a top
that left her midriff bare and jeans she chose as a concession to the
country western theme. Crowds of people ringed the dance floor between
the bar and the hardwood floor but the elbow to elbow throng parted like
the Red Sea for the newcomer as men checked out the new talent and women
appraised the new competition. For the first time since she'd walked
into the disaster waiting to happen at the New York hotel room, she felt
like she was in control. She was the hunter and Gordon Cantor her prey.
She found a seat at the bar - or rather, one opened up for her when she
sidled up tot he bar to get a dink. A man offered both his seat and a
drink to her and she let him buy her a Long Island Ice Tea. She made
small talk with the man in return for the seat and the drink while she
scanned the room for Cantor. Her attention shifted seamlessly from
scanning the room to making convesation with the man at her side who
introduced himself as Josh. She gave him the occasional smile, a
sympathetic nod, a brief reply when necessary - it didn't occur to Omar
that this was comletely out of character with her personaility. Omar
had little patience for small talk and chit chat, preferring to get to
the point. But this wasn't Omar anymore - she was Omar's memories and
soul merged with Annie Bauer's body and a large part of what remained of
her persona. She had yet to realize that magics, especially a spell as
powerful as the one she'd used to take possession of this body, had it's
price and consequences.
Eventually Josh realized that he was not going to get anywhere with this
gorgeous creature who was clearly out of his league. He mumbled
something about meeting up with friends and excused himself. Omar siped
her drink and continued looking for Cantor. Fifteen minutes and no luck
- she was beginning to wonder if her intel was correct. Cowgirls and
Lace was supposed to be his favorite watering hole whenever he ws in
town. Perhaps he wasn't in town? But her sources had verified that he
was in town before she was given tickets and the dossier.
"Hi." He'd appeared as suddenly and silently as a ghost at her side
that she'd startled almost off her chair, prevented from falling only by
his hand on her elbow.
He laughed, "Whoa, sorry about that, didn't mean to scare you."
Omar recovered quickly. "Oh, no, it wasn't your fault, I just didn't
see you coming, that's all. I must have been preoccupied." She looked
at him and was almost shocked to feel the nearly palpable force of his
personality and the magnetism of his masculinity. For a moment Annie's
feminine persona and instincts were frozen like a deer caught in the
headlights. She was caught between Omar's reaction to Cantor and her
feminine attraction to the rugged charismatic man in front of her.
Cantor caught her moment of frozen indecision. "Are you okay?" he asked.
Omar stammered out a yes that came out more like a squeak than a word.
She coughed and managed a bit better. "Uh, yeah, fine, I just breathed
when I should have swallowed," holding up her drink as evidence as she
feigned another cough into her free hand.
"Be carefuly there - you could asphyxiate doing that," he answered. "My
CPR training is expired this month, don't make me have to resuscitate
you."
It was a cheesy line but she blushed at the thought of his mouth on
hers, breathing life back into her lungs. She felt her cheeks burning
furiously and tried to suppress the thought but his masculinity was
overpowering to her and her body and persona were answering to him like
it was the Pied Piper.
Omar realized that she didn't have the memories to deal with Cantor -
all her planning was out the window as it was based on memories from a
male perspective. She improvised and let Annie's neural memory and
persona take over.
"That is such a cheesy line...do you use that on all the women?"
"Ouch," he put his hand over his heart and feigned pain, "I've never
been told my lines are cheesy."
"Trust me, it's a cheesy line," she smiled at him. "You're lucky you're
cute."
"Cute? Hey, don't get any ideas there. I have my standards," he
replied, raising an eyebrow and looked her up and down as if he were
appraising a used car. In truth he liked what he saw - a lot. Not many
Asian women frequented this town but he'd always loved their exotic
looks. This one was a stunner - a beautiful face and a body the way he
liked - slim, toned and dressed to kill. This would be quite a notch on
his bedpost.
She playfully punched him in the arm and he feigned more mock pain.
They continued the small talk and eventually he asked her to dance.
"Two step?" he asked as he held out a hand.
"I have no idea how to do this kind of dancing," she shook her head.
"Come on, it's easy, let me show you."
She let him pull her onto the dance floor and minutes later they were
circling the dance floor, his right arm on her waist and her right hand
held in his left. He showed her turns, twists and other moves that left
her dizzy. His light touch on her waist and hand made her feel warm
inside and she felt her pussy getting wet.
The song stopped and they walked off the floor.
"Thank you," he told her.
"You're welcome," she replied.
She was surprised, even shocked, when he excused himself and told her he
wanted to catch up with some friends. He walked off, giving her a small
wave as he disappered through the crowd. Chagrined, she had no idea
what she'd done to drive him off. She had let Annie's persona take
over, and as far as she knew she'd played him perfectly. He should have
been eating out of her hand by now. She felt frustrated, the ache in
her unsatisfied and her plan seeming to fall apart. How was she going
to trap him and his team if she couldn't even hold his interest for the
eveing?!?!?
She walked back to her bar stool and sat down. She turned to get the
bartender's attention but he was already headed towards her.
He put another Ice Tea in front of her and said "Compliments of the
gentleman at the end of the bar."
She looked and saw a blonde haired man smile at her and raise his glass.
She picked up her glass and raised it before taking a swallow. She
turned away and before she knew it he was at her side making small talk
with her. She barely remembered what was said then and definitely not
later that night. Her mind was still churning over her rejection by
Cantor.
Omar almost got melancholy - she'd already had two drinks and was very
buzzed. A slow, soulful song came on and for some strange reason it
resonated a chord with her even though Omar would swear she'd never
heard it before. Omar didn't know it was one of Annie's favorite songs.
A familiar voice startled her out of her melancholy.
"May I have this dance," Cantor said as he held out his hand.
Omar couldn't help smiling as she accepted and they walked out to the
dance floor. He pulled her close to him and they wrapped themselves in
each other's arms as they swayed to the music. This was more like it,
Omar thought. Cantor was solidly built - she could feel his muscles
under her hands, firm and toned. She felt that warmth again and had she
been sober, would have been shocked to realize the stirrings of sexual
attraction. She knew she wanted him, wanted him inside her but the
alcohol suppressed any mental objections she might have had. For the
first time since she'd been in this body, the idea of sex was a pleasant
desire rather than a punishment enacted on her and this body.
Omar's plan was to tease him with Annie's beautiful body and leave him
wanting for more at the end of the night. After a couple of evenings at
the club she was going to reluctantly let him have her at which point
she thought she would have him under her thumb and be able to worm her
way into his confidence. That was before she met Cantor. Now her body
ached for him as Omar's mind bent to the leanings of Annie's hormones
and persona.
They spent the night dancing and drinking. Omar didn't care that she
was drunk. She only knew that she felt good. Really good, better than
she had in a long time. She didn't feel the weight of Hassan over her,
or the pressures of running the most infamous terrorist group in the
world, or the anxiety of looking over her shoulder wondering if the door
to her home would be broken into by another enemy trying to gun him
down. She only felt freedom and happiness at spending time with this
handsome, sexy man who made her feel sexy and warm inside.
So it was that at the end of the night she knew if he wanted her she
would let him.
They'd ended up in her hotel room - he'd been a gentleman and made sure
to get her back to her room safely. She'd ridden on the back of his
sport bike, a monstrously fast Yamaha that wanted to pull wheelies at
every provocation of the throttle. It scared her and thrilled her at
the same time and she wasn't sure if her heart was thumping against her
chest because of the man she had her arms wrapped around or because of
the 200 mph bike between her legs.
They walked up to her room and at the door he kissed her - not for the
first time that night. It was as delicious as the first time he'd
kissed her on the dance floor as she inhaled the subtle fragrance of his
cologne over his sweat. A swarm of emotions ran through her and the
combination of the sexual heat and alcohol did nothing to help Omar make
sense of them.
Things happened in a blur after that - she didn't even remember opening
the door. One minute they were out kissing in the hallway, the next
they were on the bed, the sound of the automatic door clicking shut.
Cantor moved his hand and slipped it under her top cupped Omar's breas
and massaged it gently. It shocked Omar - she thought she would be used
to this body being touched and abused by the men in Hassan's compound.
Nontheless she felt her nipples harden like little erections and an
electric shock run through her body. She arched her back in unexpected
pleasure. He pulled the top down and lowered his mouth to the breast
and teased the nipple with his tongue. Damn! It felt so good. A part
of Omar's remembered she was a man, and tried to resist but Annie's body
betrayed Omar. He continued to massage her breast and he started
kissing her neck. He moved his mouth down to the hollow of her neck and
then pulled the top of my dress down as he took the nipple in his mouth
and sucked and teased it with his tongue. Electric shocks and waves of
pleasure flooded her body. The room felt hot and my body hotter still.
Damn it! Annie's body was betraying Omar and she couldn't do anything
about it! She didn't want to do anything about it!
Her mind was a jumble, an emotional mess. Omar was frantically
thinking, trying to think through the amorous tumult to get out, to
resist these unbelievable urges. She had no idea women could react so
strongly to sexual stimulus - the right stimulus, with the right man.
Cantor was the right man...and the worse part was that the urges were
getting stronger. It was so unbelievably pleasurable and somewhere in
the back of her mind she realized heat that was radiating from her
moistening crotch. Almost as if in telepathic response to that, she
felt Cantor's hand cup her mound. She unbuttoned her jeans and pulled
them off.
He cupped it and started grinding her mound gently at first then he
moved one of his fingers to her clitoris and gently teased it. If Omar
thought the waves of pleasure before were strong this was mind-blowing -
she'd never felt anything like this before. But it was going to get
worse - much worse...he started massaging her clitoris gently. That sent
Omar over the edge. All resistance in her mind was blown away. It
didn't matter anymore that Omar was in Annie Bauer's body. It didn't
matter that this body was female. The feelings were too much...Omar
wanted them to never end. She arched her head back, unable to contain
the moan of pleasures anymore.
The finger moved up and down gently, stroking straight, then in circular
motions. It was driving her out of my mind. In horror she realized
that as good as it was, her body and her mind wanted something bigger
than a finger. Again, eerily as in telepathic response, Cantor took his
mouth off Omar's breast and crooned to her, "You want me inside you?"
She could only nod with her eyes closed in the throes of pleasure. He
stopped touching her for a moment and Omar's mind had a respite. Omar
realized with horror that she liked, no, that was too feeble to describe
it, she loved the feeling of...a man touching her body. She was fighting
again, fighting this feeling and trying to regain a sense of logic. She
had to try to fight this, to remain detached from it. This was too
addictive. She wanted to shake her head and was about to but her
indecisiveness cost her dearly. She saw Cantor descend upon her and cup
her breasts and again her body took over.
She felt the tip of his penis touching her clitoris then her vulva, and
opening gently, then push aside her lips as he teased her vagina with a
short stroke in and out. She didn't know how to even describe it. The
feeling was more satisfying than the moment when Omar had penetrated a
woman, more sensual. She felt the tip come in, a little cool and Omar
instinctively relaxed her vaginal muscles to allow full penetration and
as he went in deeper, her entire lower region was alive with the feeling
of that cock inside her. As he penetrated to full length, she tightened
her vagina to grip his cock and maximize otheir pleasure. Omar felt as
if her whole being were filled with his cock. The increased pleasure
rocked her body and her world. A wonderful tension built up in her.
Omar's body wanted him so much inside herself and he teased her again
and again. Finally Omar couldn't control Annie's body anymore and her
hips thrust upwards to him as he stroked again and this time he sank
full length into her. A feeling like a sigh sang across her body as the
tension released. It was the calm before the storm...he stayed inside her
for a minute then started stroking in and out. Slowly at first then
quicker and harder. Oh my lord! It was mind-blowing - this was a
tsunami of pleasure that robbed Omar of all will - she wanted nothing
more at that moment than for him to ram her, impale her with his penis,
to have his way with her, to torture her breasts, and to impregnate her
with his seed!
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