Experiment

Jonny bent down with a grin on his borrowed face. He set his hand upon Angela's forehead. "Stay under until we're alone again. Your time will come," he assured his sleeping former costume. With that, Jonny **** his arms under the sleeping pregnant woman and lifted her off the ground, grunting a bit as he did. At fifty years old, his body was not as young as it had once been, but Jonny could still feel the strength coursing through his veins. He stood and lumbered his way back toward the convoy that had taken Ricks here. The soldiers, who had been talking among themselves, turned their attention to their commanding officer as he approached. "What happened, General?" one man said as he came up to the general. "She was just about to spill the beans, and she mumbled she wasn't feeling good and passed out. I suspect the pregnancy had something to do with it. We're taking her back with us. I need to debrief her, and this is no place for a woman in her condition," Jonny said as he lay her softly in the back seat of an army jeep. Jonny walked around the other side of the car and got in. "Back to HQ!" he said to the lower-ranked solder who'd been tasked to drive him around.

The driver glanced toward the back seat as the big jeep rumbled its way through the streets. "So sir, ah, you say a woman in her condition--did you mean a pregnant woman or a hooker, 'cause from that leather and those boobs, she could be both, I'm just saying," the driver said with an uneasy smile. "Very perceptive," Jonny said with a laugh, "you'll outrank me one day son." This particular trip through the city was not accompanied by the pleasant bouncing of generous, jiggle-prone boobs, which Jonny found rather sad. Still, General Ricks's body gave Jonny more direct authority than he had ever had before. Even if he needed to leave the valiant General, enslaving him might be a good idea. The jeep rolled up to a hotel in front of which were many soldiers at their posts, often on the backs of hummers. Barricades were set up some distance from the building, but of course they let the General through without question.

Jonny got out of the car and picked up the sleeping MILF in the back seat. He walked through the throngs of men into the grand hotel--a palatial residence that the army had cleared of its former guests in order to make room the General Ricks and his underlings. The General boarded the elevator with his special cargo and his aide by his side and rode it to the top floor. The whole floor consisted of only 2 rooms--one for the General and another for his top-ranking aides, which is to say various Colonels and Captains who would carry out his orders to the mass of enlisted men who would implement his them. Still with Angela in his arms, the General came to the door of his room and paused.

"Will the lady be resting with the General, sir?" his aide asked. "She will," Jonny answered, "putting her down there with all those sweaty young men is just asking for trouble." The young man nodded. "I want the fugitive Chief's picture plastered across every billboard, every crawler on the news, every place you can find. I want that woman found," Jonny said sternly. "Yes sir," the underling nodded. With that, Jonny opened his door and walked into a very fancy, well-appointed hotel room, probably a couple thousand square feet by itself. "Government work has its perks," Jonny said with a smile as he looked across the expanse of the grand hotel room. He walked over and gingerly lay the body of Angela Donovan upon his soft and comfortable bed. Her bulging belly jutted up from the rest of her as she took slow and deep breaths.

As if on cue, she began to stir. She moaned a little bit and shook her head as her eyes fluttered open. Jonny stood over her, and suddenly her eyes went wide when she saw her companion. "Who are you?!" she said worriedly as she quickly but awkwardly sat up nd shrunk back from the imposing figure of the General, "And where the hell am I?!" she demanded, very scared. Jonny held his hands up as he stepped back a little. "I'm Jon--I mean, my name is General Cyrus Ricks, and you're in my headquarters--a hotel at the center of town," he answered. Angela looked around a bit and realized she was in no immediate danger, and she seemed to calm down a little bit. She then looked down at herself and beheld the sexy black leather that held in her chest and bulging belly. She looked downright confused. "Wha--what happened?" she asked as she held her hand to her head.

"What do you remember?" Jonny asked. Angela paused for a minute. "I--I ah, well I don't know. Um, I was at work. After that, there was this guy who broke in . . . bit guy, foreign I think. Security couldn't handle him, and--and--" she paused for a minute. "Next I, I think I stabbed him, and the guy mumbled something about the fact that I would blow the place up," the woman said in a tentative tone, probably figuring that she could barely believe it so other people might think she was nuts.

Angela slowly and gingerly turned her front to face Jonny, and she daintily placed her feet upon the ground, sitting now upon the edge of the bed. "Where's Tom," she asked as thought she just thought of it after having forgotten for too long, "Where's my husband?" asked the pretty young blonde. "Well that is a little complicated," Jonny said, laughing on the inside because it was Angela herself that had slaughtered him--sort of. "But let's start with getting you something to eat," Jonny said as he reached his hand out for Angela's, offering to pull her up, "I think there are some pop tarts and stuff in the vending machine." Angela let Jonny pull her up from the bed, and she began to walk in the direction of the room's kitchen area, which was itself quite impressive. Jonny got behind her, ostensibly to catch the shaky woman in the event she faltered. "About Tom," he began, he won't be joining you," Jonny declared. "Why?" said Angela, worried. "Because you killed him," Jonny said as he suddenly placed his hands on Angela's bloated belly from behind her, and his eyes began to glow red. Hers did too.

"Well really YOU killed Tom . . . you'd planned it for so long. He was a weakling. The only thing he was good for was giving you a good fuck and getting you good and knocked up, which he seems to have accomplished," Jonny said as he motioned to Angela's belly. "Good fuck . . . " she said in a relaxed and other-worldly tone. "That's right," Jonny said, "And you're going to kill anyone else I want you to. I can't be getting my hands dirty or keeping this within the chain of command, so you're going to be my sex little MILF assassin," Jonny said deviously, "and you're going to love it, just as you'll love doing anything else I want," Jonny said as he reached down and slapped the sexy young woman on the ass. Jonny's eyes returned to normal, and he let go of Angela, whose now-normal eyes still looked a big groggy. She ambled over to a couch in the room and lay down upon it, as if to let her mind take in all that Jonny had just done to her. Jonny smiled. "The hunt is on," he said with a chuckle.