by E. K. Santo
“You said 'all' of our birthdays are tomorrow. There's more of us? C'mon Jessie, you're holding out on me.” I exclaimed.
“Okay. You, me , and others, are...very, very special. We were born out of a genetic experiment which began a long time ago. The government, and not just our government, but all over the world...all the governments, began experimenting with genetic engineering. The original idea was to make perfect soldiers and spies...Super Spies. Stronger, faster, and smarter than any of our enemies. One man could kill hundreds, maybe even thousands. A superior human who could win wars single-handedly. The experiment had successes, and failures. But as technology advanced, so did the success of the experiments. One man, our father, if you want to call him that, changed everything. Dr. Jonathan Steel. He was brilliant...an absolute genius in genetics and DNA research. He made you...us...what we are today. And he worked for the United States.”
I was shocked. I was from some kind of experiment? A Super Soldier? Jessie and I came from the same genetics? My fucking head was spinning.
“I know this is a lot to take in.” Jessie said, her hand going to my knee, consoling. “Samantha, I was assigned to watch over you until you were ready.”
“Ready for what?” I asked, kind of suspecting where the conversation was heading. It resembled something from one of the spy novels I had read in the library.
Jessie just looked in to my eyes. She knew that I had answered my own question. I was being readied for the next chapter in my life...a soldier...a spy.
A Super Soldier. A Super Spy.
Eight
I felt as though I was going to be sick.
Jessie watched my reactions, concern on her face. The concern of a loving parent? The concern of a concerned sister?
The concern of a government agent, fulfilling her duties?
My stomach started to lurch. I began to get a hot, almost painful feeling around my crotch. My lower abdominal region started to ache. I put my hand to my gut, the pain worsening with each passing second. I never felt like this before in my life. I never even had a cold, let alone any kind of pain.
“What is it?” asked Jessie. “Are you okay?”
“It feels like my guts are on fire.” I exclaimed. I broke out in a cold sweat, my body going from hot to cold, then back to hot. Jessie put a hand on my forehead, feeling the heat.
“Shit, Sam...you're burning up. Maybe it's a panic attack...the stress of finding out about who you really are.” I heard the concern in Jessie's voice...but I heard something else as well. I think she knew what was wrong with me.
The pain in my lower abdomen was searing now...I felt like I had to shit and pee fire. I jumped off the chair, and ran to the bathroom, Jessie on my tail. I tried to close the door behind me, but Jesse wouldn't have it...she stood in the bathroom doorway, as I ripped my pajama bottoms down to my ankles, and sank down on to the toilet bowl. The seat was cool on my ass cheeks, but only for a few seconds...I was on fire!
I muffled a scream, as I tried to relax both my rectal and urethra muscles. Whatever was in me...wanted out. I took a deep breath, and then exhaled, while pushing out my abdominal muscles. A stream was released from my vagina...but not urine.
I hunched forward, and watched as ruby red liquid cascaded into the toilet water...turning the water to blood.
My period had come.
I looked up to see Jessie standing in the doorway, a look of triumph on her face. I didn't know why my period had been so important to them, but when this was over, I was gonna find out.
“There are pads in the basket next to you, Sam.” said Jessie smugly. The consoling, loving person wasn't standing at the door anymore. The government agent was. The soldier.
***
I was back in the living room, laying on the couch. Jessie was in the kitchen, talking on the phone. I didn't pick up on anything she was saying. Did it really matter? My fate was sealed. A part of me was confused; scared. But another part was glad. As soon as I had seen the blood pouring out from me, I knew more answers to this mystery were coming. I was looking forward to those answers.
The front door burst open, Tom exploding through it. He saw me lying on the couch, and he approached me. “So it finally came,” he said snidely. “We've waited a long time. I'm amazed it took this long.” He wore a big, ugly grin of satisfaction.
Jessie joined us in the living room. “They're on their way, Tom.”
Tom nodded in compliance.
“I opened her eyes to some of the truth. I think she began to menstruate from the stress.”
“Go fuck yourselves!” I yelled at them.
“Hey!” Tom yelled back. “Don't be mad at us. We took good care of you, all these years...especially Jessie. I don't think you know what we endured over the last seven years. It was like taking a Viagra, and the effects never wearing off. But you wouldn't understand that yet, would you?”
I looked into Tom's eyes, a sneer on my lips. “So you're complaining about all the hot sex you've been having...walking around this place with a hard-on twenty four, seven. Poor little Tommy. Give me a little credit, asshole...Jessie told me how intelligent I was. I would think you knew that. Of course I know what a sexual stimulant is.”
Tom was taken aback by my response. “Jessie, just how much did you tell our little “Wonder-girl” anyway?” he asked.
“Probably not enough. She deserves to know everything, Tom. So do you.” Jessie said curtly.
“What, I'm not in the loop? Is that what you're saying.” said Tom defensively.
“No...not about everything. I'm sure there are things I don't know,” said Jessie. “Why would they tell us? It's always been a need to know basis, hasn't it? When you were with the CIA, did they tell you everything you needed to know about an assignment or mission.”
Tom just smirked at her, understanding her point completely. “Well they could've told us ahead of time about the damn pheromones. It's one thing to crave sex...it's another to have your mind completely fogged by it. And you know exactly what I mean, Jess.”
“I agree. But I don't think they knew what they were dealing with. The notes and papers left behind by Steel were theory. Even he wasn't sure how this was going to end up. He hypothesized almost everything.” said Jessie. “He was a genius, but this was truly new tech. She could be the greatest human on the planet...or dead.
I decided to jump in, hearing the name Steel. “You're talking as if I'm not here. Who said I have to be a 'Super Soldier', or spy, or whatever I'm supposed to be? What if I don't want to be anything like you two?” I sniffled, a tear coming to my eye. I was acting, hoping to get some information.
“You're nothing like us, Samantha,” Tom said quickly. “We're normal.
I looked at Jessie, then at Tom. Did Jessie lie to me?
Tom straightened up, now looking Jessie up and down. “What's she talking about, Jess?” he asked.
“She needed to know the truth. She still does.” Jesse said.
“You're one of them! How did I not see it?” said Tom, upset with himself.
I realized that Tom was left in the dark. Jessie had been the one running this assignment from the beginning. I laughed. I suddenly felt something I hadn't expected. I felt superior.
“I guess you were here to relieve Jessie of her pent up sexual frustration...not the other way around.” I said, giggling.
Tom's ego had been smashed.
“Sorry Tom,” said Jessie. “General Gibbons thought it was best that a real GESS Agent was watching over Samantha.”
“GESS?” I asked. “What's GESS?”
“That's who we work for, Sam,” said Jessie. “It's like the CIA, the FBI, the NSA. G.E.S.S. It stands for Genetically Engineered Super Soldier.”
“Yeah,” sneered Tom, “except in your case, it's going to be Genetically Engineered Sex Soldier.” He laughed lightly, looking at me with contempt.
“What's that supposed to mean?” I asked. I leered at Tom. It was obvious we didn't like one another. I s
till hoped there was more to Jessie than her thinking this was just an assignment. I looked at her, hoping for more answers.
Jesse sat down next to me on the couch. “Look Sam, there's a lot more to this story then I've told you. It's very complicated. I've already told you more than I was allowed to. I'm sorry.”
“Why don't you tell me everything. I can handle it. I'm not a kid. Tell me for my birthday.” I said, hoping to play up to her sympathetic side. “I may be special, but I'm still a person.”
“I'm not sure what you can handle, Sam. I'm sure if the General thought it was okay, he would have said so.” said Jessie. “I mean...look what happened before. I told you some of the truth about yourself, and the stress caused you to menstruate...your body has built-in defense mechanisms. I should know, because we're so much alike.”
Jessie looked to Tom for support, but he took a few steps back, and leaned against the wall, a look of disgust on his face. “Thanks for backing me up, Tom.” Jessie said to him sarcastically.
“Well, if you can't tell me what you know about me...tell me more about yourself. You can do that, can't you?” I asked innocently.
“Yes, Jessie,” Tom broke in, a cynical tone in his voice. “tell us a bit about yourself. Hmm.”
Jessie threw him a dirty look. She checked her watch, and paused.
She spoke quickly then, realizing she didn't have much time.
“When I was twenty five years old, I was diagnosed with a rare form of cancer. No cure, no hope. My mother found out about a special clinical experiment...it was very hush-hush, you know. It wasn't being given by a drug company, it was being given by Jonathan Steel. He was the only person authorized by the government to use human subjects in his experiments. I thought the experiment was for cancer, like a cancer drug. I was very sick, and becoming sicker by the day, so I agreed to it.
“There were a few other subjects, mostly men. It consisted of two injections...one in to the spine, the other directly into the brain. I know that quite a few subjects died. Obviously I didn't. It completely cured me, and I was forever grateful to Dr. Steel. But I later found out, it didn't just cure me. There were side effects. Well, now that I think of it, the procedure worked perfectly, and the cancer going in to remission was the side effect.”
“I knew I was different within a few days. I wasn't just cured, and feeling better. I was stronger, more agile than ever before. I was definitely more intelligent...more self-aware. I was enhanced.”
I was watching Jessie closely as she explained the reason for her enhancement. She was quite proud.
“So how did you end up working for the government?” I asked.
“That will be enough Agent Rand!” came a loud voice of authority.
The three of us turned to see a number of men entering the house, all in suits, sunglasses...little devices in their ears. In the middle of them was a tall, well built man in a tailored suit...a dark green silk, fitting his form perfectly. He looked directly at me, and smirked. He had steel gray eyes, a chiseled face and chin...perfect features. His hair was cut short, almost military, with the temples a very light gray. I thought he was the most handsome man I had ever seen.
“Agent Rand, I think you've told our Miss Steel all she needs to know for now about who we are.”
Jessie quickly stood up, giving our new visitor the utmost respect. “Yes, sir!” she replied.
The stranger took in Tom, who also was silent and stiff. He walked over to him, shook his hand, and thanked him for a job well done. “Agent Trevor, I know this was a long, stressful assignment. You and Agent Rand should be proud of yourselves.”
“Thank you, sir.” answered Agent Tom Trevor.
The handsome stranger now approached me, sitting on the couch. I took in his stature. He filled the room with a powerful presence that couldn't be ignored. He took my hand...not shaking it, but holding it.
“Samantha Steel, my name is General Hank Gibbons. I run a very private division of the government known as the GESS Agency. I'm very happy to see that you're well. You have no need to fear me...we're both on the same side. In fact, you and I are made from the same mold.”
I quickly looked at Jessie, who nodded at me. Then I went back to looking at him...staring at him. It seemed that General Gibbons didn't just run the GESS Agency...he was one of them. Us.
I became aware that I was staring at the General the way people stare at me...in awe.
I was also aware of how incredibly attracted I was to him.
Nine
We were sitting in the back of a black limousine, speeding along Highway 50.
Fifteen minutes ago, I was packing some essentials into a suitcase, carefully being watched by an agent of GESS. He wasn't one of us superhumans, or whatever you wanted to call us. Just a regular agent, with a really big gun bulging from a chest holster. I packed quickly...not wanting to upset General Gibbons. Or the guy with the gun.
I still couldn't take my eyes off the General, who sat across from me in the limo. His air of confidence was amazingly attractive. I noticed Jessie ogling him also, as she sat next to me. I'm happy to say that Tom Trevor was not with us. Thank God.
There was a fourth person in the rear of the car with us...a very beautiful woman sat next to the General, across from Jessie. I had not yet had the pleasure of being introduced to her. She also had an air of power and confidence about her. She wasn't old, but had long, wavy blonde-white hair, which fell behind her back like a waterfall. Her sleek eyebrows matched the color of her hair, perhaps a shade darker, above dark, brown feline eyes, and her skin reminded me of porcelain. Soft, creamy. Her thick lips becoming high cheekbones. She was stunning in her beauty...seemingly regal. She reminded me of Marilyn Monroe.
No doubt about it...she was one of us.
The General had been on his cell phone ever since we entered the air conditioned cabin of the limousine. Other than his constant speech, the rest of us sat silently. I tried to ponder my fate, but my eyes...my mind...kept going back to Hank Gibbons. He was far older than I was, but that didn't keep me from watching him, thinking of him...fantasizing about him.
I almost drifted off in a fantasy...the General and I, in the rear of this limo alone, stripping off each others clothes, his body against mine...his lips on my nipples, my hand at his crotch...but the fantasy was interrupted by the General himself, closing his cellphone with a snap, clearing his throat to gain everyone's attention.
“Ladies...Phase one of our project is now completed. As silly as this may sound, Miss Steel has matured in to womanhood, and should be physically and emotionally ready to enter the second phase of the project...schooling and training. But before we do that, I'm afraid, Miss Steel, you're going to have to undergo some rigorous testing.” said the General.
I did not like the sound of that.
The General addressed me. “Miss Steel, you are perhaps one of the most amazing human beings on the planet. Before we move forward with the next phase of your life, we have to know what we're dealing with; therefore, the testing. I'm sure you have a million and one questions, and many of the tests we put you through will answer some of those questions.”
I nodded, not sure what to say or do. I did love that he kept calling me Miss Steel.
The General continued. “Miss Steel, to my right is Renee Clousseau, who will be taking over the matriarchal position from Agent Rand. Most of us call her Madame Clousseau, and you'll find out why soon enough.” He smiled...a wicked smile.
Madame Clousseau extended her hand to me, which I took. However, she didn't shake or squeeze my hand, but caressed it. I shuddered at her touch, the slit between my legs becoming noticeably warm and wet. I had never been attracted to a woman before, but I found myself incapable of otherwise.
“Please call me Madame Renee, Samantha.” she spoke warmly, a light French accent poking through. I noticed her light smile sparkled, making her face appear to light up. “I suspect we'll be spending quite a bit of time together.” She smiled again, then suc
ked her lower lip in beneath her two front teeth...gently biting it...a very sexy gesture on her part.
I was, again, at a loss for words.
“Miss Steel, the Madame will be teaching you very special skills throughout your stay with her, while we're learning of your abilities. We all came from similar circumstance, but you...you are Steel's masterpiece. He broke the mold with you.” said General Gibbons.
“Will I get to meet Dr. Steel?” I asked.
The General frowned. “I'm afraid that's not possible, Miss Steel. After you were born, there was a terrible explosion in his lab...no accident, I suspect. The doctor was killed. There were only skeletal remains.”
“Oh.” I said, saddened by this unexpected news.
“We were lucky to save some of his notes and papers, to aid us with what research we could do. But the duplication of his work, without him, has been impossible.” the General said, a sadness passing on his face. “We kept him alive by giving you his name. Steel.”
A silence fell across the rear of the limo, as we sped along. I began to ponder what I was headed for...a vast unknown, even though my fate was decided before I was even born.
The General's cellphone rang...he answered with a strength in his voice...a strength in his being. I stared at him, as he barked orders into the phone with confidence and enthusiasm. This man...he impressed me, and I felt the heat. All over me.
I drifted off to sleep, watching him in action, still a million and one questions on my mind.
I began to dream again, to fantasize...The General and I, alone in the back of the limo...he was sitting across from me. He was talking to me, but his words were incoherent. He suddenly lunged at me, his lips in the crook of my neck, nibbling at my skin. My body shuddered with goosebumps, my nipples hardening as he cupped my breast. I felt his erection rubbing on my leg...as I drifted deeper into my desires...my dreams.