The Diablo Masquerade Pt. 02

Laying silently face down with my hands cuffed behind my back utterly devastated, I'm still in pain. This isn't computer simulated pain. My ravaged ass is still slightly bleeding from being stretched beyond its limits leaking traces of James's cum. My left temple is still bleeding from the incision that exposed my tiny internal computer located just under the skin.

Inside my head images jump from suppressed areas of my brain that were once locked away from my human memories. Things I should recall, but for some unnatural reason I can't. I see images of a business man being abducted from a conference room. He is being escorted from the facility by several guys in suits without question restrained in leather straps. It looks like he is being taken away in some type of huge black SUV, I'm not sure. And, he is being given an unknown amount of needle injections of some type of solution, then hooked up to an IV with a solution to keep him sedated as the vehicle speeds away.

"What are they doing to him and why?" I question as the shocking images flash before my eyes in an instant.

The images are blurry at best. I can't see or make out any recognizable faces. My head aches bad; I black out from the pain. The blurry, almost hallucinogenic images become a twilight dream state as I lay unconscious and subdued face down on the bed.

In those hypnotic dreams stimulated from a computer generated program running in my head via microchip, I see horrific images. I see a man on an operating table being subjected to all kinds of torturous operations surrounded by dozens of people in white overcoats possibly doctors or scientists.

"What are they doing to him and why?" I ponder subconsciously.

I see blood being drawn and mixed with some type of solution before being placed in a huge incubation cylinder in an adjacent room marked for human cloning. I feel pain. Excruciating pain wakes me from my unconscious state.

"How long was I out and where am I?" I ponder as my senses begin to slowly process the fact I am still on James Coldburn's bed in his penthouse.

Anger sweeps through my body like wildfire. I sense my internal computer activate and begin running survival instincts not deleted from its hard drive. Adrenaline begins pumping through my veins. Struggling to free myself from the metal handcuffs, I roll around on the bed and sit up realizing my mission setback.

"Computer, shut down all directives and programs." I say in an effort to clear my head of blurry images shooting aimlessly through my mind, but there's no acceptable response.

"Unable to stop the directives and running programs, Kira." My computer repeats back to me as I twist and pull my arms apart breaking the handcuff chains.

"Fine. I'll do it myself." I say out loud echoing my voice around the room.

I regain my composure, reach up to my temple area, and remove the microchip from my internal computer drive shutting down whatever programs being run injecting my thoughts with blurry images.

"That's better. I can think on my own again without the blurred images flashing in my head." I sigh in relief walking over to the bathroom counter, picking up my black, leather, purse from the floor; sitting it on the marble countertop beside the sink.

Sifting through my purse, I find my backup program chip, install it, and watch in the mirror as the small incision on my left temple disappears completely. Placing the other micro chip in a plastic container, I secure it in my purse for further research later - not now.

Minutes later my internal computer is back online running its original programs and directives switching from interrogate to locate James Coldburn. Energy radiates from my body as the broken handcuffs fall from my translucent body hitting the floor.

Picking up my purse, I make my way to the penthouse door.

"Locked? Fucking figures." I say trying to turn the door knob.

A quick assumption and analysis tells me it's electronically locked. No problem, easily circumvented. Raising my left hand high above my head, I slam it down palm first on the top side of the door knob severing it completely away from the door facing. Then, I draw my right hand back and punch the door flinging it wide open revealing the hallway.

"Outfuckingstanding." I say letting out a sigh of relief just before another metal door quickly closes blocking my exit once again.

"Fuck! I should have expected that from James Coldburn. That's what I would have done if I wanted to buy myself some time to escape." I say punching the metal door pointlessly.

Walking over to his desk, I pick up a metal office chair from behind a desk and sling it at the huge glass window in James's penthouse overlooking downtown Atlanta shattering it to Hell and back.

"Problem solved." I say as cool night air rushes into the penthouse whipping at my black leather mini dress. "Forty, maybe fifty stories." I calculate staring down at the street below. "Piece of cake." I say assessing my jump before leaping from the broken window to my apparent doom.

"Computer, shadow mode now!" I shout in a free fall.

My body quickly becomes a two dimensional shadow free falling hugging the concrete face of the penthouse. Effortlessly without harm I slide all the way to ground level in shadow form to safety; to freedom.

"Computer, human form." I say materializing back again once at ground level.

"DNA enhancers and computer power levels draining, Kira. Shifting to sleep mode to recharge power levels." I hear my computer say as I glance around the area.

A quick assessment gives me a sense of direction as I make my way towards the parking garage for my car. As I approach the Lamborghini Diablo slowly becomes visible to the eyes shimmering in the soft white light in the parking garage.

"Guess I'll head back to the Masquerade and see if James returned there. I'll know for certain if his Silver Corvette is still there." I say out loud suddenly feeling strong muscular arms grab me in a bear hug from behind constricting my breathing.

"You ain't going nowhere, Missy!" A voice shouts in my ear from behind me almost startling me. "James said to stop you at any cost."

"You have got to be fucking kidding me!" I respond raising my right heel up and stomping my stiletto down on to my assailant's right foot as hard as I possibly can.

Screaming in absolute pain, my assailant quickly releases his grip around my body. Seizing my window of opportunity, self preservation kicks in. I quickly turn facing my assailant, plant both my hands firmly on his shoulders, and drive my knee as hard as I can into his groin area. If my assailant wasn't in pain before, he is now. I watch sadistically as he melts from a standing position, withering into a fetal position at my feet. A good swift kick to the ribs renders my present threat completely harmless to me.

"You're lucky I'm in a good mood, Jerk." I say reaching down to take the iPhone and keys off my assailant's belt." You are lucky I'm in a good fucking mood." I laugh sarcastically walking away.

Walking towards my Lamborghini Diablo smiling, I leave my assailant whimpering in a fetal position holding his balls with both hands. With no use for his car keys or iPhone, I chunk them down a storm drain, and open my car door. Looking in the rear view mirror to make sure I'm not followed, I speed out of the parking garage headed back to the Masquerade.

Minutes later, I touch a computer screen on the dashboard of my car activating stealth mode. The car fades into invisibility as I sit back into the leather seats,racing towards the Masquerade; weaving unseen through the nighttime Atlanta traffic.

I retrieve a cigarette from my purse and light it. 4:37am. I still have time to make it to the Masquerade before it closes at 6:00am. In no time at all, I'm back at the Masquerade pulling into the back parking lot parking cloaked in the shadows.

"Where's James's silver Corvette? I question surveying the near empty parking. "I don't have time to randomly search his known hangouts, not at this hour. Maybe the bartender knows where James is?" I question myself. "I'll wait until the bar closes before I go in."

5:30am. The last group of club patrons are exiting the bar. "Now's my chance." I say exiting my invisible Lamborghini Diablo blending into the shadows. Unseen, I quickly make my way into the back entrance, regain my visibility, and make my way to the bar area where a female bartender is cleaning up before closing the bar down.

"Perfect! I'm in luck." I think out loud under my breath watching the bartender wiping down the bar and rounding up the shot glasses.

"Is the bar still open for drinks?" I say startling the bartender with my presence.

She flings her long brown hair outta her face to get a good look at me as if trying to place me. After a long moment of silence, I make my way closer to the bar. It's a very tense moment for us both until she breaks the silence.

"Sure, Sweetheart, but not much longer." She says walking back behind the bar. "What can I get you?"

"I'll take two Long Island ice teas, please." I say having a seat about middle ways on the bar glancing over my left shoulder making sure we are both alone.

"Planning on getting drunk on such short notice?" She says diligently fixing the drinks.

"No, not really. I just need a strong drink and some good company willing to listen that's all. I figured it's closing time and thought I'd buy you a drink as well, girlfriend." I say inviting the company changing my finger nails from a natural tone to ruby red in the absence of her sight.

"Sounds good to me." She says finishing up the drinks and joining me on the outer side of the bar. "You have no idea how annoying it is being a lesbian bartender in one of Atlanta's busiest bars constantly getting hit on by drunk guys.

"Outstanding! That's my opening." I think to myself picking up my drink and taking a long sip before sitting the glass back on the bar. "Tell me about it. I know the feeling being bisexual myself." I say looking her over sweeping my eyes up and down her hot body; being deceptive in my approach.

"Really?" She says inquisitively almost drowning me with her playful azure blue eyes. " My name's Rhonda. Rhonda Renee Doyle."

"Kira Brandenburg." I say introducing myself. "I'm in town on business looking for a little fun before I head home to Las Vegas." I elaborate watching Rhonda finish her drink pretty quickly.

"The bar is technically closed. I'm usually the last to leave." Rhonda says walking to the exit door in the club's dance hall locking it while I quickly finish my drink as well.

Once the door was securely locked, Rhonda switches off the club lights leaving the auxiliary lights on and one set of strobe lights on over the bar. Minutes later we were touching and fondling each other, kissing, and tongue fucking each other's mouths with warm passionate French kissing.

"She's fast I'll give her that." I think wrapping myself up in the bliss of the moment.

Rhonda is quite hot herself. She's every bit as hot and sexy as I am, and, in someways, even more so. Her sexy build is comparable to mine mapping out how the sexual encounter is gonna unfold. Together we playfully touch and caress each other intimately feeling each other's breasts; trying to feel out the other's sexually dominant and submissive natures subconsciously without asking.

It would have been a huge mistake on my part to initiate and take the dominant role with Rhonda because I'm still genetically a man between my legs. Thankfully, I pick up hints that Rhonda is the dominant one. I watch as she kicks her shoes off, slowly undresses herself, then sits back in a barstool spreading her legs exposing her simi moist pussy to me.

"OMG!!! She's beautiful, no, absolutely gorgeous!" I scream silently in my head lowering myself to my knees between her legs - if there was any sexual tension between us before, it's unnoticeable now.

"Lick it, bitch. Eat my pussy. I want it sloppy wet!" Rhonda demands unbuttoning her red, satin blouse revealing her naked breasts.

"With pleasure, ma'am." I say teasing and titillating Rhonda's wet pussy with my moist, wet, tongue spreading her vaginal opening apart with my thumbs.

On and on I continue eating Rhonda's wet pussy with my tongue. Her breathing quickens as she gets wetter and wetter from my tongue licking. Rhonda soon removes her satin blouse completely exposing her full figure 36D cup breasts in the clubs strobe lights.

Hypnotic, utterly hypnotic. I'm lost in myself eating her sweet pussy out with my tongue listening to her breathing. I glance up occasionally watching Rhonda rub and massage her breasts moaning in pleasure with her eyes closed. Rubbing her slightly hardening nipples with wet fingertips, Rhonda rolls her eyes, and heightens her sexual mood with her feminine sexuality.

On and on I enthusiastically eat Rhonda's soaking wet pussy with my tongue. It doesn't take her long to plant her hands on my head, pull me closer, and bury my face in her dripping wet pussy.

I am enjoying every bit of this slipping one of my hands under my leather mini dress, pretending to play with a pussy I definitely don't have. Rhonda watches me ever so inquisitively with her seductive eyes. I can feel her eyes stripping and undressing me by the second.

Moments later, Rhonda has seen enough. She is sexually charged and thoroughly eager to change places so she can eat my pussy as well. She practically leaps out of the barstool anticipating the moment soon as I stand up. Gently coaxing me with her hands and bare breasts, she walks me backwards to an empty table in the bar. Overwhelmed by her sexually aggressive nature, I almost trip over her clothes laying on the floor. Lowering me slowly to my back on the table, Rhonda spreads my legs wide open with her thighs and hips so she could work my pussy over with her tongue as well. So, she thought........

Lifting my leather dress out of her way to access my crotch area, Rhonda quickly uncovers my game of deception. Spotting the slight bulge of my soft cock underneath my red satin panties, Rhonda suddenly stops. I quickly assume our playtime is over, the game of deception is up with her discovery I'm guy and not a bisexual woman.

"You're not a woman! Fucking, bitch. Fuck!" Rhonda shouts in frustration backing away, flinging her hair out of her face; processing the situation in total shock - upset is more like it.

"This isn't gonna turn out well." I quickly assess the situation as well. "I think I just fucked up my best chance to find James Coldburn by being deceptive." I silently mull over in my thoughts.

Unpleasant thoughts leap around in my head thinking about my overall mission. Watching Rhonda back further and further away from speechless and obviously upset, I realize my fuck up. I'm not sure I can salvage the situation by the look on Rhonda's face. It's gonna take a miracle at best.

"It's swear not what you think, Rhonda." I say trying to talk my way out of my impossible predicament.