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Internal Division (Part 18)
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_Internal Division_
By Mitchell Knight
Part 18
Mitchell put on a dark suit in order to put Jack in a good mood
for what Mitchell imagined would be a touchy conversation. As
far as Mitchell could tell, he figured in as a key figure in the
Washington mission, and he couldn't imagine Jack taking it very
well that he had decided to drop out.
"Mitchell Knight to see Dean Maroe," Mitchell told the
secretary.
"Come on in, Mitchell," Jack called from his office where the
door was open just a crack.
Mitchell pulled open the door and entered. Jack nodded at him
from the desk. Mitchell closed the door behind him and took the
seat Jack gestured to.
"It's good to see you. How are you doing?" Jack asked.
"I'm fine."
"Glad to hear it. What can I do for you?"
"I wanted to talk to you about the Washington mission...and any
other trips like that one."
"Okay, go ahead."
"I...I've been having some second thoughts about this whole
thing. I'm not really sure that it's right for us to go out and
force people to do what we want them to. Even if it is for a
good cause."
"Mitchell, what are you talking about?" Jack asked, chuckling
goodnaturedly. "I thought you understood our work. I thought
you were all for it. At least you were the last time I talked
to you."
"I was then. But I've just been thinking about it ever since,
and I can't help how I feel. I just wonder how it feels for
those people to have all control taken away from them and to
have things that they would never normally say come spewing out
of their mouths. And then I wonder--"
"Mitchell, Mitchell. It's merely fair play. Their kind have
been controlling us for years now. It's only time to turn the
tables and even things out by controlling them right back. How
else do you think we're going to make progress in receiving
equal rights?"
"Not this way. It's just not right."
"Isn't there anything I can say to change your mind?"
"No. I feel bad about what I've done, and I don't want to do
it anymore, and I don't think any of us should do it anymore."
"Are you planning on stopping me?" Jack asked, his pleasant
demeanor completely erased as his facial features bordered on
menacing.
"I'd like to be able to convince you that what you're planning
is wrong."
"I can see that Dr. Blake has corrupted you far beyond any hope
I have of bringing you back to us."
Surprised that he'd brought up Tim, Mitchell paused for a
moment before he seized that opportunity.
"Dr. Blake has nothing to do with this. I came to this
decision all on my own, and if you'd just think about it, you'd
see--"
"I would see that I've lost one of my better agents. But this
is a war after all, and I guess in war you sometimes have to
sacrifice one of your own."
With a sigh, Jack reached into the bottom drawer of the desk...
"What are you talking about?" Mitchell asked.
...and pulled out a gun. He brought it up and aimed at
Mitchell. Clicking off the safety, he said, "It's unfortunate
it will end this way, Mitchell. You could have done so much for
the cause."
Mitchell teleported.
Jack sat in shocked silence for a few moments while his brain
processed Mitchell's sudden disappearance. Then his eyes
widened at the implications, and he reached a decision. He put
the safety back on the gun, and reached out with his mind to
find Mitchell. He immediately teleported to Mitchell's dorm
room.
"No, death is not the answer," Jack began as he stood over
Mitchell while he lay in bed, recovering from the jump. "I can
see I seriously misjudged you, but I'll make up for that. I'll
get you back even if I have to shatter your mind into a thousand
pieces and glue them back myself."
Jack bent over and grabbed Mitchell's chin. His eyes looked
deep into Mitchell's, and a swirling black vortex overtook
Mitchell...
Mitchell awoke in bed wearing nothing but the wine colored silk
sheets. He could hear the water running in the shower off to
his right. Turning his head he could see through the open door
of the bathroom to the clothes discarded on the floor within.
He sat up in the king size bed and looked around the hotel
room, wondering how he'd gotten there and who was in the shower.
The room was immaculate, none of his own clothes were scattered
anywhere in sight which was cause for another mystery. This
quickly left his mind though as the water was turned off.
Mitchell could hear the curtain slide open and the sounds of
someone toweling off. Before he could call out to ask who it
was, Mark suddenly stepped into view in the doorway.
"You're awake," he said, smiling.
Mitchell admired the contrast between Mark's silky chocolate
skin and the white fluffy towel he'd wrapped around his waist.
"I guess I should have waited, and we could have taken a shower
together. Oh well, I guess I could always hop back in there, if
you want."
"No, that's okay," Mitchell answered.
"You mean you want to do it in bed?" Mark asked. "What a novel
place to have sex."
He dropped the towel to reveal his uncut cock as it hung
thickly between his legs. It was slightly hard but not yet
sticking out from his body.
"This may seem like a strange question, but where are we?"
Mitchell asked as Mark crawled onto the bed.
Mark chuckled. "I know you had a lot to drink last night, but
surely you remember where we are."
Mitchell tried to remember but realized as he did so that
things were kind of fuzzy in his mind ever since Jack pulled the
gun on him.
"We're in Washington. Remember, we're here to control the vote
in the House. Things went great yesterday, thanks to you."
He bent in then to kiss Mitchell.
"We were all really worried when we heard you were thinking
about dropping out, but we're glad you reconsidered."
"Is everybody up?" Gregg's voice called from the hallway which
led to the outside door.
"Yeah," Mark called back.
Gregg slipped into the room and walked over to the bed. He,
too, was completely naked and his dick was halfway to an
erection.
"Mitchell here must have had way too much to drink last night.
He doesn't even remember where we are," Mark told him.
Gregg chuckled as he crawled onto the bed on the other side of
Mitchell.
"I told you to relax a little, but I suppose it's okay."
His lips brushed Mitchell's in a quick kiss.
"Are we going to have a little fun now?" he asked.
"I'm up for it," Mark admitted, gesturing to his now erect
penis.
Gregg chuckled and reached out to gently stroke its length.
"I still don't re--" Mitchell started.
Mark's lips landed swiftly on Mitchell's partially opened
mouth, smothering them in a deep kiss.
"Why don't we do the same thing we did last night, maybe
that'll jog his memory," Gregg suggested, winking at Mark as he
came up for air.
"Good idea."
Mark pulled the covers away from Mitchell's body and slipped
his hand down between Mitchell's thighs to fondle his limp cock.
Gregg kissed Mitchell's nose and then his lips. His hand
started stroking Mitchell's chest while Mark moved down to
crouch between Mitchell's legs where he sucked his cock into his
mouth. Once inside that warm, dark cavern, Mitchell's manhood
came to life, extending to its full length and brushing against
the back of Mark's throat as he plunged down to the root.
Gregg straddled Mitchell's face and aimed his own erection for
Mitchell's mouth. With the treatment Mitchell was receiving, he
willingly forgot all thoughts about how he'd gotten there and
opened up to suck in Gregg's cock. Gregg thrust forward with
each pull of Mitchell's mouth in order to shove more of his
length into Mitchell.
"C'mon, Mark, slide on over here, and you can get in on this
too," Gregg urged.
Mark laid down lengthwise beside Mitchell with his mouth still
firmly locked on Mitchell's cock as he continued his satisfying
blowjob. His cock stuck out at an angle by Mitchell's shoulder
with the head now peeking out of the foreskin. Gregg shifted
both knees over to one side and bent over to take this erection
in his mouth while Mitchell continued to work on Gregg's. The
threesome sucking lasted for a while until Mark broke it off for
some more intense action.
"I really need a cock in my ass now," he said. "How about you,
Mitchell."
Mitchell took his mouth from Gregg's cock and smiled. "Sure,
anything to help you out."
"Great."
Mark laid on his side and lifted his leg into the air.
Mitchell slid over and laid on his side. First his finger found
the hole which was somehow already slicked up with lubricant.
His finger easily slid in, and then he used his other hand to
guide his erection towards the opening. It quickly replaced his
finger, and then he started thrusting slowly in and out between
those dark brown buttocks.
As Mitchell continued his thrusting, Gregg laid down behind him
and started slowly rubbing some lubricant in Mitchell's anus.
"Oh, yeah, Mitch, that feels great," Mark said.
Gregg started to slowly inch his slick cock up Mitchell's anus
while Mitchell continued to fuck Mark. It was a tricky
maneuver, but soon he was home. Then he went ahead and matched
his own rhythm with Mitchell's, and then he and Mitchell were
both thrusting home quite quickly into the anuses presented
before them.
"Oh, Mitchell, what a great show," a distinctly familiar voice
groaned from the end of the bed.
Mitchell looked down to see Tim standing there stroking his
erection.
"Keep going," he urged. "I'm just about ready to come."
Mitchell thrust into Mark's ass again and then stopped.
Suddenly all of the inconsistencies of this event crashed in on
him.
"This isn't real," Mitchell whispered.
"Unh!" Tim groaned as he spat his load across the top of the
silk sheets.
"This isn't real!" Mitchell shouted.
Suddenly the bedroom evaporated, and Mitchell sat on a cold
black floor with darkness all around him.
"That was only the first round," Jack's voice boomed from above
and echoed throughout Mitchell's mind.
"Where am I?"
"You will be mine. You will obey me," Jack chanted, his voice
growing louder and louder in Mitchell's mind until he blacked
out again.
End Part 18
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