New recruits to the Bureau of Extra Normal Affairs - Sex Stories

New recruits to the Bureau of Extra Normal Affairs

... presented a card, hefting the bundle of clothes beneath his arm and with knotting brow the policeman read it before turning to the girl and saying; “You’d best go with him young miss, take these and go change in the interview room just along the corridor to Your left.” “Yes sir” and She rose to do so still not entirely convinced but seeing no other course of action. Whilst She was changing into what She was surprised to learn were young men’s clothes (Which made Her feel quite strange to wear, but there was a strange liberation in the trousers even if they were more confining than She was used to.) the men discussed Her in appreciative though respectful terms. The policeman’s concerns were brushed aside with; “Secret Service business, sorry” but he did manage to get assurance that She would be safe once removed from his care though he would be sorry to see Her go. So Rachel again found herself in company of a stranger, She longed for the pleasures and security of the night before and missed Her new lover fiercely, and promising Herself that She would find Her and they would share what they had again She resigned Herself to the carriage and the man’s care. No sooner than the carriage had moved off though, the man withdrew a strangely pungent kerchief from his pocket and covered Her face with it. Oh, but how She was tired to escape again! Yet near all the fight had been knocked from Her; still She struggled to be free and tried to hold Her breath. It was inevitable though and ...

... She fell into darkness. Rowena and a man a head taller than Her were strapping the naked still comatose Rachel to a solidly build wooden chair that was almost a throne, which was bolted to the floor of a windowless poorly lit cold brick chamber. She wore a close fitting body suit of dove grey topped with a full overhead mask which trapped Her glorious hair. His hair was blonde brown but darkened a shade or two by the Macassar oil he used on it and he wore rough hard wearing grey corduroy trousers - patched at the right knee - a cream linen shirt the arms of which he had rolled up passed the elbow to expose pale modestly muscled forearms and a tight black waistcoat. Confident that the subject was secured he had moved away to a side table to check the implements upon it. There was the tiniest sound; a ticking of breaking glass and Rowena brought the broken ampule to Rachel’s nose, the girl rolled Her head away from the odour but it chased Her from Her stupor. Eyes fluttered open, the fog lifted from Her head but She was still not quite awake when a female falsely accented voice which She yet recognised whispered; “Nearly there, You passed the initiative test, now there’s just this. Don’t say anything, no matter what, not Your name not anything, just stay quiet. I know You can take this and then You’ll get Your reward.” There was a rattle of movement from the table by the wall, almost as though the man was announcing he was ready before he turned again to the subject and Rowena ...