jersey_tickler
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This is my first ever suphero story, about a brilliant young scientist named Jack Smith and his sexy colleague Lisa Lendway and how they become Silver Eagle and Firebird. And how they develop a Super Soldier Serum that the evil Russians wish to get their hands on, by tickle torture interrogation. It's a story based on the art by Gluestick. The first part is the story setup, but the next part has tickling and lots and lots to follow.
Written
by
Jersey_tickler and Gluestick
Dr. Jack Smith sat in General Ford’s office. Jack is twenty five years old, but has the delicate facial features and body of a nineteen year old, and still gets carded for beer because of his baby face. Jack is also 5”9” tall, clean shaven and thin with some tone on him. Jack had gotten his doctorate in biochemistry, with a bachelor’s in molecular biology, and he made a great living at Cal Tech for being a biology teacher with no wife and kids.
He had been summoned at Cal Tech University, because Big Brother had taken an interest in his paper on the Super Soldier program that was cancelled during the Gulf War, because the government wanted a supreme victory for Desert Storm. Jack wrote the paper, his senior year and had gotten an A on it. Now, he was sitting across from a decorated General and a military scientist named Dr. Susan Weaver.
“We’re all familiar with your work, Dr. Smith she began. And for a man under thirty, that’s very impressive”.
“Thank you said Jack who beamed slightly at the compliment. “I don’t mean to be rude, but why am I here”.
“You wrote a paper on the Super Soldier program, did you not Jack” inquired General Ford?
“Yes, I did replied Jack, but the program was cancelled after 1992”.
“Well, not really explained Susan, you see Dr. Smith, the program has been reopened, but with two conditions”.
“Okay, what are they?
“Number One, our scientist must shut off all communication to the outside world for three years and live at a compound that he or she will be escorted to while unconscious so they won’t know the whereabouts”. “Number two, the scientist must be you, Dr. Smith and no one else”.
“Why me asked Jack, surely there must be others who are more qualified than me”?
“Well Jack, in your paper, you stated and wrote out equations to how you could perfect the serum and everything that went wrong with it”. Then you went on about how you would jump at the chance to be part of the team”.
“And now’s your chance, son said General Ford, to be part of the team”.
“But I would have to cut off all contact for three years repeated Jack.
“Yes, and you cannot leave the compound until the three years are over said Susan firmly. “Your clothing, laundry, food, television, and internet will be provided for you, you won’t have to pay for anything”. “And after the three years, if you complete your task, there is a bonus involved”.
Susan wrote down a figure on a piece of paper and held it up for Jack to see. The young professor almost felt his jaw hit the floor but he composed himself”.
”Wow, that’s a lot”? “Tell me, can I have guests come visit me during the three years, like for Thanksgiving, Christmas and my birthday”?
“I’m afraid not, Jack, other than myself and my staff, you won’t see anyone else”. “And we feel that girlfriends and lady friends will be too distracting and need you to go three threes without any sexual activity.
Susan gave him a sympathetic look when she said that, being that she couldn’t bear to be away from friends and family during the holidays and felt for Jack’s situation”.
Jack thought long and hard, three years of his life, no worries about rent, bills, or endless trips to go shopping. But during those three years, he would be ultimately alone without his small circle of friends and his family. Still, he would have the funding and all the proper resources to make a difference in the world. If American soldiers could somehow have a successful upgrade in combat performance, perhaps the United States could put an end to the war on terrorism for good. And Jack, himself, would have 3. 2 million dollars in exchange for his hard work too. The only problem Jack saw was the threat of failure looming over him.
“What if the three years are over, and I don’t have what you need but have made progress asked Jack.
“Then we will pay you five hundred thousand regardless said Susan, because of the sacrifice on your part”.
“We need you son said General Ford, this country has had too many casualties and it’s time to even the score”.
“Do we have a deal, Dr. Smith asked Susan extending her hand.
Jack swallowed hard, fuck it.
“I’m in said Jack, under one condition”.
“What might that be”?
“Call me Jack he smiled, if you please”.
Two years later…..
DINNNNNNNNNNNG
Jack opened his eyes and rose from bed, rubbing his eyes and yawning as he did so. Getting up, he put on his running shoes and popped in The Ramones Greatest Hits, playing track 15 (I Wanna Be Sedated) He ran did forty push ups, ten at a time, then ran two miles on his treadmill. After showering, he made himself a breakfast of champions, which consisted of two eggs, three strips of bacon, and a banana muffin. All washed down with a glass of pulp free orange juice and a cup of coffee. Then Jack went to his huge closet to get dressed. He had five white buttoned shirts, two pairs of black slacks, three pairs of gray slacks, three pairs of black dress socks, three pairs of navy dress socks, and two pair of dress shoes, brown and black. And underneath that getup, he wore Section 6 issued whites, which were free and comfortably tight.
For the past two years, Jack had spent numerous hours in his lab during the day, crunching numbers in his computer and testing several chemicals. He kept his own hours, and watched television and played some PS3 in his spare time. Unlike most people, video games were helpful to Jack, they kept his attention span focused and alert. And the government provided him with any kind of food he wanted. They sent him boxes of White Castle hamburgers, and pizzas from his favorite Chicago Pizzerias. And on top of that, they sent Jack’s favorite desserts once a week, not a bad living for a young brilliant mind of tomorrow.
So far in the past two years, he had four test subjects. One had died, and the other three were in a coma. It was the most difficult task that Jack ever had to face and he hated that there was a casualty involved. But Jack spent day and night working like crazy to make sure the serum didn’t kill anyone else. The whole point behind the super soldier program was to ensure that there weren’t more American casualties. Picking up his tape recorder, he went over the profile of a twenty three year old Marine that was to be the next subject.
“Dr. Smiths’ log, March 22nd, 2009”. Subject, Corporal Michael Fanning, age twenty three, 6 ft and four inches. “Subject is approximately two hundred pounds, and served with distinction from 2004-2008, stationed in Iraq for the first two, and served in Guantanomo Bay, Cuba for the last two. The subject will undergo blood testing tomorrow, as well as skin and routine medical check. Will begin first serum dose after Corporal Fanning has had his psychological evaluation in three days.
“DR. SMITH, PLEASE REPORT TO THE GALLEY”. “DR. SMITH PLEASE REPORT TO THE GALLEY.
“Taking off his lab coat, Jack walked down the hallway to where he had been an hour or so ago. Susan was there, along with an attractive blonde woman, who looked early twenties.
“Jack, please have a seat offered Susan.
As Jack sat down, he was directly across from the blonde woman, who had amazing piercing blue eyes behind a pair of cute glasses.
“Dr. Jack Smith, meet Lisa Lendway, she’s a junior at Yale, working on her doctorate but has decided to take a year off”. “I would like you to collaborate with her on a side project”.
“Side project echoed Jack, what type of side project”.
“Well after reviewing your research, it seems you have made wonderful progress and I see no reason why the serum won’t be done in the next few months or so. “However our Super Soldier committee just voted on the creation of a specially designed suit that our troops can wear to protect them from small arms fire and mild physical attack”. Lisa here is an expert in scientific technology and also has a fine knowledge of clothing design too”. “As you reach the end of your formula, I want you to assist Lisa in her project”. “Is that going to be a problem”?
“No Ma’am, not at all”. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Lisa”.
“And you as well, Dr. Smith said Lisa with a smile. “You’re somewhat of a legend at Cal Tech, your reputation has proceeded you”.
“Proceeded me, how’s that asked Jack.
“Well, because part of me agreeing to taking a year off was to get a chance to work with the Great Dr. Jack Smith, it’s an honor to be in the presence of a genius”.
“Jack tried not to blush, but did smile back.
“I’m hardly a genius, all I do is crunch numbers mostly”. “But I appreciate your vote of confidence nonetheless, Lisa”.
“Come said Susan, I’ll show you to your quarters, Lisa”.
Jack swallowed hard, it been a rough two years. No sex, no other women besides Susan. “And now, he was given a wild card by his superiors, a possible test to see if he would crack and break protocol. It would almost be worth it, the woman wore a stunning brown suit, with matching heels, and killer legs.
The two years of isolation from the fairer sex had created Jack “The Mad About Sex” Scientist. But to keep his sanity the last few months, he had begun to read some of Stephen King’s “The Shining” aloud to prevent his fate from that of Jack Torrance. But one line in particular stuck to his brain like glue, and he would often repeat it in his sleep.
All work and no play, makes Jack a dull boy
All work and no play, makes Jack a dull boy
All work and no play, makes Jack a dull boy
Now, after trying so hard to keep his mind focused, it was in jeopardy with a young sexy woman thrown into the mix. How could they expect him to go about his business after being away from sex and women for two years, did they not know he had a dick. There was only one way to keep his sanity and his new professional relationship with Lisa intact, and that was cyber space.
He couldn’t help but wonder what size shoe she wore, or what her feet looked like without shoes on. Jack had a foot fetish, and he had spent a lot of his free time on foot fetish sites, as well as tickling sites as well. Because foot tickling was perfect catnip for a dude with a foot fetish, and the feet happen to be a popular tickle spot.
For the next couple nights, Jack hacked into Lisa’s facebook account and copied pictures off there and posted her picture in fake ticklish situations on his TMF profile. He would often roleplay online with various young women who didn’t get out much. When they asked about him personally, he just said that he managed a video store while living in his parent’s basement. It was easy, believable, and very likely for those who spent way too much time having cyber sex and chatting with other online alter egos. Lately, Jack had been talking to a young woman named Raptor, who apparently was from Russia. She claimed to be a bohemian prostitute, but Jack suspected she was lying. They had roleplayed a bit, with Jack typing in all he wanted to do to her, and Raptor responding with “HaHa’s and Ooooh fuck yeahs”.
If only Jack knew that the tables would soon be turned, and he’d be the Raptor’s prey!
(BLTS AND B.S.)
Despite his nights of fetishes, and lustful thinking of Lisa, Jack made an effort to keep things platonic and dazzle his somewhat fan with conversation. Lisa was twenty four, exactly three years younger than Jack. But the two were both geeky to an extinct, but it was more like Beauty and the Geek because of Lisa being quite attractive. Jack wasn’t unattractive himself, but he wasn’t exactly the macho type. However he was quite the cook, after years of looking after himself when his mom would be working on court cases until eight at night. So Jack decided to dazzle his newfound compound mate, and fix her a BLT on a toasted bagel.
“This is quite good, Jack, but why do you use a bagel instead of toast”?
“Well, because my mother was half Jewish and it was all she ate for breakfast”. “Then over the years, I tried some other things with bagels. “Ya know, grilled cheese, turkey club, and even PB&J.
“And no crust to cut off, makes sense to me said Lisa popping a piece of bacon in her mouth.
“I’m surprised you didn’t put my mayonnaise on my sandwich”.
“Oh I’m sorry apologized Jack, I don’t like mayonnaise and I never order it, but if it’s something you want-
“No Jack replied Lisa with a slight giggle, it’s completely fine”. “I don’t like mayo either, but it’s such a cliché that every restaurant I go to, I have to request it without the white stuff”.
“I mean, it really defeats the whole purpose of BLT, where’s the M for mayonnaise?
“That’s exactly what I say, too exclaimed Jack, there’s no damn point. I mean, where does it say that everyone in the world automatically likes mayo on their sandwich, which is why I order a McChicken with mustard at Mickey Ds and it tastes a hell of a lot better”.
“I can see that said Lisa, it’s like sweet and sour deep fried chicken”.
She smiled at Jack, and he returned it back. Finally relieved to have someone to have regular conversations with that weren’t limited to work only. Not once did he ask Susan if she had kids, or if she had a husband? He didn’t see a wedding band, but not all religions believed in that custom. Besides, she was forty three, and it seemed obvious that she was married to her job. Jack wondered what Lisa would be like at forty three, hopefully not the crusty career type. But that picture perfect smile convinced him otherwise, or at least told him what he wanted to hear while he was floating on a cloud of hearts. They soon bidded each other goodnight and went to their sleeping quarters. Tomorrow they would work together and collaborate some more. She had amazing designs for the super soldier suits, and tomorrow they would finally pick one.
Meanwhile, off in Moscow….
Valerie Vorlov sat at her computer, chatting away with Jack. Pretending to be happy about his stupid little zero tolerance for mayo that he and Lisa had in common. They role-played a bit, and Jack confided that he was crushing on Lisa, but he couldn’t act on his feelings. He didn’t go into full depth of course, but he hinted that their jobs kept them from being romantic with one another. Soon, their conversation was over, and once again Valerie failed to trick Jack into leaking out any little info that she could use to track him down.
The Russian Raptor, Valerie, was forty years old, 6 feet tall, with jet long jet black hair. Valerie had been a military scientist like Susan for twelve years. She was also a chief interrogator for the KGB secret society, they had been lurking underground waiting for the right moment to strike.
Her spies had told her the name of the student who went to the Section 6 headquarters and dug up as much as they could on him. After finding his paper on the super soldier program, the young scientist’s claim to fame, she knew instantly why they wanted him and that this was the chance her secret society needed to make a comeback.
The Russian Raptor knew who Jack was, using his email quickly got her excess to his my-space account from two years ago. Still, locating him would require a lot of resource and a lot of help from the Americans. Mother Russia could only do so much, and it was vital that when Jack completes the formula for the serum, she be there to get it from him. The KGB would return, and they’d be stronger than ever with their own army of super soldiers.
It would take time, and a lot of patience but it would be well worth the wait.
“I really like that one stated Jack, the one in beige”.
“Yeah, I do too agreed Lisa, that suit would really blend in with any desert attacks, especially in Iraq”.
The two were staring at a big computer screen and looking at the designs of the super soldier suits that Lisa had envisioned with her science team. But unlike Jack, she could communicate with her science team and send them all her work that she was cooking up. Basically she was sending them gasoline and laundry detergent, and they were making napalm out of it.
“But the only problem is, we don’t just have problems in the desert began Jack
“We have them all over the world” finished Lisa.
“Exactly replied Jack, and therein lies the problem”.
“What about this one, Jack asked Lisa, flipping through to a design of a red leather looking suit. It almost looked like the Daredevil costume, but it had a medium length red helmet instead of a mask.
“Like it asked Lisa, I call it the Firebird”. “It’s got a flame thrower device intact on the wrist, and it also comes with a large specially designed glider that can launch four missles, as well as provide an even more powerful flame thrower, which is able to take out a whole squad of enemy troops.
“And roast them like marshmallows beamed Jack, I like, I like”!
Then the screen flashed to a bulk suit that was a silver color, it looked like a cross between a jet ski wetsuit, and the jumpsuits worn by the X-Men. Jack was taken aback, it looked like a suit that he wouldn’t mind hanging in his closet.
“Wow, what is this” breathed Jack
“The Super Silver opt design, this is the first one I designed”. “It’s adjustable so it can fit any person over 5”7. It comes with a jet pack, and has a phase plasma ray blaster intact on the wrist”.
“So which one shall we do, decisions, descions”?
“Let’s leave it up to the Generals suggested Lisa.
“Alrighty then said Jack, I’ll patch us through”.
“He got on his computer and used the web cam to call Susan and General Ford. Soon, an image of them appeared on his monitor”.
“Jack, Lisa, what can I do for you” asked Susan?
“Well, we have Lisa’s designs out for all to see, how about you and the good General tell us what you want”?
Jack crunched in his numbers and soon the designs were up in display for them to see.
“Well, Jack began General Ford, I’d have to go with the silver suit, red may be one of the colors on the American Flag, but it just doesn’t have the whole military man appeal to our men”. “Go with the Super Silver suit, that’s what we’ll take”. “But we only need one, because after the serum is complete, we’ll try that out and then take a trial run with the suit”.
“So why not just complete the serum first, before even bothering with a armor enhanced suit” asked Jack.
“Because if the serum can’t be completed to the required standards, then we’ll at least have a suit to keep one of our Sergeants’ safe while he leads troops into battle explained General Ford.
“That’s why Lisa is there with you added Susan, because we need a backup project in case our first falls through”. “We have to have something to show for all our funding that we’ve been pouring into these programs”. “But don’t worry, you are both brilliant scientists, and your hard work will be highly rewarded whatever the outcome is”. “Worst case scenario, we find someone else to pick up where you both leave off, if it comes to that”. “But we’re not worried, you’ll do fine”.
The image faded, and Lisa looked at Jack.
“Sue’s a good liar isn’t she, Jack”?
“Why do you say that, Lisa”?
“Because she said we were both brilliant scientists, and that’s not true”. “You’re brilliant, I feel like I don’t deserve to be working with you”.
Jack looked long and hard at her, he knew that she had a rough couple of weeks and he sympathized with her. His first two weeks were tough on him too, being all alone and watching DVDs and old reruns of Wonder Years, Kung Fu, Dukes of Hazard, and 21 Jump Street weren’t enough as far as talking with real people. Television was a one way conversation, and it had consumed him for two years. If it weren’t for his tickle and foot fetish porn, he would have gone Jack Torrance and possibly killed himself.
“Lisa, you have an excellent portfolio, and your designs are absolutely brilliant”. “There is no way in hell, that I could ever come close to designing a suit that is inferior to mild combat attacks. “I’m just a nerd who spent too much time reading as a kid, and all I have to show for it is two years of isolation”.
Lisa took a seat next to him and gave Jack a sympathetic look.
“Two years, all by your lonesome, I can’t imagine how hard this has been for you, Jack” she said softly while putting her hand on his shoulder. Glancing down, he could see her stocking heel, as she dangled her pump from her toes.
“Damn thought Jack, it’s been two weeks and she’s finally touched me and let the shoe dangle “Just don’t get a hard on, because she’s a genius and geniuses can detect hard wood. Think about turn offs, think about turn offs. Deliverance, Marlon Brando at age 70, bull dykes with butch hair, chicks with lip rings, those fucking fish bait skanks. And fat feet with plump sausage toes that are coated with nasty black nail polish.
So far so good, no wood!
“Yeah, it’s been tough agreed Jack. But for what it’s worth, you’ve been great company so far.
“Thank you, Jack smiled Lisa, although you haven’t seen me on my period yet”.
“If it makes you feel any better, I haven’t been involved in sexual activity for two years” said Jack, even though it didn’t sound cool.
“Touché agreed Lisa, shall we go to lunch”?
“Sure, I could eat” said Jack.
“Could you make me another one of your famous BLT Bagels asked Lisa.
“I think I can arrange that said Jack with a wink, to the galley”.
One year later….. (aka Happy Birthday Jack)
Jack sat in the galley while eating his breakfast alone. Today was his 28th birthday, and he hadn’t celebrated or gotten a birthday present since he turned twenty five. Next week, would mark his three year anniversary at the compound, as well as Lisa’s one year anniversary. His super soldier serum had stopped hurting people, but it still didn’t work. He fumed to himself, there would be no 3.2 million dollars now, but he would still get a nice payment for his services. Still, at least he could return to his normal live, instead of this James Bond secret agent existence.
“HEY JACK, CAN YOU GIVE ME A HAND IN THE LIVING ROOM!
“Sure muttered Jack to himself, why not”.
He got up and walked down the corridor to the living area, and to his astonishment he saw Lisa holding up a chocolate layer cake, with a big number 28 candle lit on top.
“Happy Birthday honey sang Lisa, as she set the cake down, I think three years is way too long to go without a celebration, wouldn’t you agree”?
“Wow, Lisa, thank you so much said John as his eyes lit up, I haven’t had anyone bake me a cake since I was sixteen and it was our housekeeper”.
“Well, you’ve worked your ass off for three years, Jack, and you’ve spent your last two birthdays alone, and so I wanted to make it up to you”. “So before you chow down on this cake, there’s something else I got you too”.
Lisa pulled out a package and handed it to Jack, who wasted no time unwrapping it. Inside were old classic records of late 70s rock’n’roll. Including the Ramones, Aerosmith, and Iggy Pop and the Stooges. Jack was overwhelmed, they were very expensive albums.
“Lisa he breathed softly, you didn’t have to do this-
“You’re welcome Jack smiled Lisa as Jack embraced her in a hug. And to his surprise, Lisa pulled him in and kissed him on the lips. But it was a quick smooch, with no tongue. Still Jack saw the stars, outer space, and quite possibly the whole universe. It was like kissing a girl from Junior High for the first time, back before learning to shave or driving a car. Hell, it was a before having sexual intercourse kind of kiss, very special indeed. After all Lisa had done for him, Jack had a really sick feeling of guilt wading through his body like IBS. Tonight he was going to erase all those tickle fakes that he’d made of Lisa and posted on TMF, she was a good woman and didn’t deserve all that shit. Jack realized that he’d gone mad for being a unick for three years, but the kiss and kindness had cured him.
They had cake after breakfast, and Jack went to work. He suddenly began to get a sudden urge of inspiration. The kiss had awakened something very dormant in his mind, and it was taking it’s effect on the scientist very quickly. Jack was suddenly crunching in numbers, equations, and factors that he didn’t even consider before. Two hours later, he was all done. Grinning with delight, he picked up the phone and dialed Susan.
“Hello, Susan, I have good news”! “Well, how about you and Ford bring Mark Thompson down here right away, because he’s going to be the first super soldier”. “That’s right, I have finally completed the formula with no flaws whatsoever”.
Six hours later….
“Unbelievable crowed General Ford as he puffed on a fat cigar, you really did it, kid”.
Mark Thompson, a twenty four year old Captain in the Navy Seals, had gained the effects of a new improved super soldier serum, a serum that worked within ten minutes. Now they were testing his skills. He had ran two miles in less than ten minutes, and he did one hundred push ups as well. Lisa took his fitting measurements for the super soldier suit, because they only had one prototype with them in the compound, and it hadn’t been properly tested yet. But now that the serum was working, all they had to do was wait forty eight hours to be sure, and then try out the suit.
“Jack, Lisa, you’ve both done amazing work and I’m beyond impressed. “All I need you to do is come to the base tomorrow and keep an eye on Thompson’s progress”. “And if nothing goes wrong, you shall have your 3.2 million and Lisa shall have her three hundred grand with the completed suit.
“Great said Jack, it’ll be nice to finally leave this place”.
“Oh come on, Jack, you won’t miss this place a little bit” asked Lisa?
“Well, some parts I’ll miss said Jack, making eye contact with her. “Some parts will take me twice the time I spent here to get over”.
Lisa returned the eye contact and they both detected a certain amount of sadness to their situation.
Three hours earlier, in Moscow, Russia
Valerie The Russian Raptor was doing her target practicing with an AK-47, and mowing her targets down like she was in Nam. It was another boring day, she had sent Jack a phony birthday card email, expressing phony congratulation sentiments. Her personal assistant came into the room.
“I thought I told you, not to interrupt me, vhen I am shooting”!
“I’m sorry Dr. Vorlov, but we have goot news”.
“And vhat might dat be inquired Valerie as she loaded another magazine in her assault rifle.
“The whereabouts of Dr. Jack Smith, one of our informers locked onto a chopper that traveled all the way from Washington D.C. to Northern California. And vay out in the meeddle of nowvhere is a square vall and a two buildings inside. Miles and miles from civilization.
Valerie was about to fire, but her finger didn’t touch the trigger just yet”.
“So, how do you know dat’s vhere he is located”?
“Because, ve have another mole who intercepted a call that you might find very interesting”.
Pulling out a tape recorder, Valerie’s assistant played Jack’s conversation with Susan.
A smile spread to her lips, this was the day she had waited a long time for.
“Tell Natasha, Elena, and Sophie to come here at once she commanded.
“Are you going on a trip, Dr. Vorlov”?
“Oh yes, I am going to America so I can interrogate a young American boy”. And after three years of not being able to not interrogate anyone, it vill be a treat”.
And on that note, she aimed her rifle and fired round after round to celebrate the day she had longed for the most. Tonight she would finally meet Jack in person, and get to see him naked as well. And his little crush, well, she would be too easy to exploit and manipulate. Jack had made that easy for them since she arrived.
In walked Valerie’s henchwomen, all wearing identical black outfits.
“Prepare for Operation Feather, Ve leave in half an hour”!
Written
by
Jersey_tickler and Gluestick
Dr. Jack Smith sat in General Ford’s office. Jack is twenty five years old, but has the delicate facial features and body of a nineteen year old, and still gets carded for beer because of his baby face. Jack is also 5”9” tall, clean shaven and thin with some tone on him. Jack had gotten his doctorate in biochemistry, with a bachelor’s in molecular biology, and he made a great living at Cal Tech for being a biology teacher with no wife and kids.
He had been summoned at Cal Tech University, because Big Brother had taken an interest in his paper on the Super Soldier program that was cancelled during the Gulf War, because the government wanted a supreme victory for Desert Storm. Jack wrote the paper, his senior year and had gotten an A on it. Now, he was sitting across from a decorated General and a military scientist named Dr. Susan Weaver.
“We’re all familiar with your work, Dr. Smith she began. And for a man under thirty, that’s very impressive”.
“Thank you said Jack who beamed slightly at the compliment. “I don’t mean to be rude, but why am I here”.
“You wrote a paper on the Super Soldier program, did you not Jack” inquired General Ford?
“Yes, I did replied Jack, but the program was cancelled after 1992”.
“Well, not really explained Susan, you see Dr. Smith, the program has been reopened, but with two conditions”.
“Okay, what are they?
“Number One, our scientist must shut off all communication to the outside world for three years and live at a compound that he or she will be escorted to while unconscious so they won’t know the whereabouts”. “Number two, the scientist must be you, Dr. Smith and no one else”.
“Why me asked Jack, surely there must be others who are more qualified than me”?
“Well Jack, in your paper, you stated and wrote out equations to how you could perfect the serum and everything that went wrong with it”. Then you went on about how you would jump at the chance to be part of the team”.
“And now’s your chance, son said General Ford, to be part of the team”.
“But I would have to cut off all contact for three years repeated Jack.
“Yes, and you cannot leave the compound until the three years are over said Susan firmly. “Your clothing, laundry, food, television, and internet will be provided for you, you won’t have to pay for anything”. “And after the three years, if you complete your task, there is a bonus involved”.
Susan wrote down a figure on a piece of paper and held it up for Jack to see. The young professor almost felt his jaw hit the floor but he composed himself”.
”Wow, that’s a lot”? “Tell me, can I have guests come visit me during the three years, like for Thanksgiving, Christmas and my birthday”?
“I’m afraid not, Jack, other than myself and my staff, you won’t see anyone else”. “And we feel that girlfriends and lady friends will be too distracting and need you to go three threes without any sexual activity.
Susan gave him a sympathetic look when she said that, being that she couldn’t bear to be away from friends and family during the holidays and felt for Jack’s situation”.
Jack thought long and hard, three years of his life, no worries about rent, bills, or endless trips to go shopping. But during those three years, he would be ultimately alone without his small circle of friends and his family. Still, he would have the funding and all the proper resources to make a difference in the world. If American soldiers could somehow have a successful upgrade in combat performance, perhaps the United States could put an end to the war on terrorism for good. And Jack, himself, would have 3. 2 million dollars in exchange for his hard work too. The only problem Jack saw was the threat of failure looming over him.
“What if the three years are over, and I don’t have what you need but have made progress asked Jack.
“Then we will pay you five hundred thousand regardless said Susan, because of the sacrifice on your part”.
“We need you son said General Ford, this country has had too many casualties and it’s time to even the score”.
“Do we have a deal, Dr. Smith asked Susan extending her hand.
Jack swallowed hard, fuck it.
“I’m in said Jack, under one condition”.
“What might that be”?
“Call me Jack he smiled, if you please”.
Two years later…..
DINNNNNNNNNNNG
Jack opened his eyes and rose from bed, rubbing his eyes and yawning as he did so. Getting up, he put on his running shoes and popped in The Ramones Greatest Hits, playing track 15 (I Wanna Be Sedated) He ran did forty push ups, ten at a time, then ran two miles on his treadmill. After showering, he made himself a breakfast of champions, which consisted of two eggs, three strips of bacon, and a banana muffin. All washed down with a glass of pulp free orange juice and a cup of coffee. Then Jack went to his huge closet to get dressed. He had five white buttoned shirts, two pairs of black slacks, three pairs of gray slacks, three pairs of black dress socks, three pairs of navy dress socks, and two pair of dress shoes, brown and black. And underneath that getup, he wore Section 6 issued whites, which were free and comfortably tight.
For the past two years, Jack had spent numerous hours in his lab during the day, crunching numbers in his computer and testing several chemicals. He kept his own hours, and watched television and played some PS3 in his spare time. Unlike most people, video games were helpful to Jack, they kept his attention span focused and alert. And the government provided him with any kind of food he wanted. They sent him boxes of White Castle hamburgers, and pizzas from his favorite Chicago Pizzerias. And on top of that, they sent Jack’s favorite desserts once a week, not a bad living for a young brilliant mind of tomorrow.
So far in the past two years, he had four test subjects. One had died, and the other three were in a coma. It was the most difficult task that Jack ever had to face and he hated that there was a casualty involved. But Jack spent day and night working like crazy to make sure the serum didn’t kill anyone else. The whole point behind the super soldier program was to ensure that there weren’t more American casualties. Picking up his tape recorder, he went over the profile of a twenty three year old Marine that was to be the next subject.
“Dr. Smiths’ log, March 22nd, 2009”. Subject, Corporal Michael Fanning, age twenty three, 6 ft and four inches. “Subject is approximately two hundred pounds, and served with distinction from 2004-2008, stationed in Iraq for the first two, and served in Guantanomo Bay, Cuba for the last two. The subject will undergo blood testing tomorrow, as well as skin and routine medical check. Will begin first serum dose after Corporal Fanning has had his psychological evaluation in three days.
“DR. SMITH, PLEASE REPORT TO THE GALLEY”. “DR. SMITH PLEASE REPORT TO THE GALLEY.
“Taking off his lab coat, Jack walked down the hallway to where he had been an hour or so ago. Susan was there, along with an attractive blonde woman, who looked early twenties.
“Jack, please have a seat offered Susan.
As Jack sat down, he was directly across from the blonde woman, who had amazing piercing blue eyes behind a pair of cute glasses.
“Dr. Jack Smith, meet Lisa Lendway, she’s a junior at Yale, working on her doctorate but has decided to take a year off”. “I would like you to collaborate with her on a side project”.
“Side project echoed Jack, what type of side project”.
“Well after reviewing your research, it seems you have made wonderful progress and I see no reason why the serum won’t be done in the next few months or so. “However our Super Soldier committee just voted on the creation of a specially designed suit that our troops can wear to protect them from small arms fire and mild physical attack”. Lisa here is an expert in scientific technology and also has a fine knowledge of clothing design too”. “As you reach the end of your formula, I want you to assist Lisa in her project”. “Is that going to be a problem”?
“No Ma’am, not at all”. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Lisa”.
“And you as well, Dr. Smith said Lisa with a smile. “You’re somewhat of a legend at Cal Tech, your reputation has proceeded you”.
“Proceeded me, how’s that asked Jack.
“Well, because part of me agreeing to taking a year off was to get a chance to work with the Great Dr. Jack Smith, it’s an honor to be in the presence of a genius”.
“Jack tried not to blush, but did smile back.
“I’m hardly a genius, all I do is crunch numbers mostly”. “But I appreciate your vote of confidence nonetheless, Lisa”.
“Come said Susan, I’ll show you to your quarters, Lisa”.
Jack swallowed hard, it been a rough two years. No sex, no other women besides Susan. “And now, he was given a wild card by his superiors, a possible test to see if he would crack and break protocol. It would almost be worth it, the woman wore a stunning brown suit, with matching heels, and killer legs.
The two years of isolation from the fairer sex had created Jack “The Mad About Sex” Scientist. But to keep his sanity the last few months, he had begun to read some of Stephen King’s “The Shining” aloud to prevent his fate from that of Jack Torrance. But one line in particular stuck to his brain like glue, and he would often repeat it in his sleep.
All work and no play, makes Jack a dull boy
All work and no play, makes Jack a dull boy
All work and no play, makes Jack a dull boy
Now, after trying so hard to keep his mind focused, it was in jeopardy with a young sexy woman thrown into the mix. How could they expect him to go about his business after being away from sex and women for two years, did they not know he had a dick. There was only one way to keep his sanity and his new professional relationship with Lisa intact, and that was cyber space.
He couldn’t help but wonder what size shoe she wore, or what her feet looked like without shoes on. Jack had a foot fetish, and he had spent a lot of his free time on foot fetish sites, as well as tickling sites as well. Because foot tickling was perfect catnip for a dude with a foot fetish, and the feet happen to be a popular tickle spot.
For the next couple nights, Jack hacked into Lisa’s facebook account and copied pictures off there and posted her picture in fake ticklish situations on his TMF profile. He would often roleplay online with various young women who didn’t get out much. When they asked about him personally, he just said that he managed a video store while living in his parent’s basement. It was easy, believable, and very likely for those who spent way too much time having cyber sex and chatting with other online alter egos. Lately, Jack had been talking to a young woman named Raptor, who apparently was from Russia. She claimed to be a bohemian prostitute, but Jack suspected she was lying. They had roleplayed a bit, with Jack typing in all he wanted to do to her, and Raptor responding with “HaHa’s and Ooooh fuck yeahs”.
If only Jack knew that the tables would soon be turned, and he’d be the Raptor’s prey!
(BLTS AND B.S.)
Despite his nights of fetishes, and lustful thinking of Lisa, Jack made an effort to keep things platonic and dazzle his somewhat fan with conversation. Lisa was twenty four, exactly three years younger than Jack. But the two were both geeky to an extinct, but it was more like Beauty and the Geek because of Lisa being quite attractive. Jack wasn’t unattractive himself, but he wasn’t exactly the macho type. However he was quite the cook, after years of looking after himself when his mom would be working on court cases until eight at night. So Jack decided to dazzle his newfound compound mate, and fix her a BLT on a toasted bagel.
“This is quite good, Jack, but why do you use a bagel instead of toast”?
“Well, because my mother was half Jewish and it was all she ate for breakfast”. “Then over the years, I tried some other things with bagels. “Ya know, grilled cheese, turkey club, and even PB&J.
“And no crust to cut off, makes sense to me said Lisa popping a piece of bacon in her mouth.
“I’m surprised you didn’t put my mayonnaise on my sandwich”.
“Oh I’m sorry apologized Jack, I don’t like mayonnaise and I never order it, but if it’s something you want-
“No Jack replied Lisa with a slight giggle, it’s completely fine”. “I don’t like mayo either, but it’s such a cliché that every restaurant I go to, I have to request it without the white stuff”.
“I mean, it really defeats the whole purpose of BLT, where’s the M for mayonnaise?
“That’s exactly what I say, too exclaimed Jack, there’s no damn point. I mean, where does it say that everyone in the world automatically likes mayo on their sandwich, which is why I order a McChicken with mustard at Mickey Ds and it tastes a hell of a lot better”.
“I can see that said Lisa, it’s like sweet and sour deep fried chicken”.
She smiled at Jack, and he returned it back. Finally relieved to have someone to have regular conversations with that weren’t limited to work only. Not once did he ask Susan if she had kids, or if she had a husband? He didn’t see a wedding band, but not all religions believed in that custom. Besides, she was forty three, and it seemed obvious that she was married to her job. Jack wondered what Lisa would be like at forty three, hopefully not the crusty career type. But that picture perfect smile convinced him otherwise, or at least told him what he wanted to hear while he was floating on a cloud of hearts. They soon bidded each other goodnight and went to their sleeping quarters. Tomorrow they would work together and collaborate some more. She had amazing designs for the super soldier suits, and tomorrow they would finally pick one.
Meanwhile, off in Moscow….
Valerie Vorlov sat at her computer, chatting away with Jack. Pretending to be happy about his stupid little zero tolerance for mayo that he and Lisa had in common. They role-played a bit, and Jack confided that he was crushing on Lisa, but he couldn’t act on his feelings. He didn’t go into full depth of course, but he hinted that their jobs kept them from being romantic with one another. Soon, their conversation was over, and once again Valerie failed to trick Jack into leaking out any little info that she could use to track him down.
The Russian Raptor, Valerie, was forty years old, 6 feet tall, with jet long jet black hair. Valerie had been a military scientist like Susan for twelve years. She was also a chief interrogator for the KGB secret society, they had been lurking underground waiting for the right moment to strike.
Her spies had told her the name of the student who went to the Section 6 headquarters and dug up as much as they could on him. After finding his paper on the super soldier program, the young scientist’s claim to fame, she knew instantly why they wanted him and that this was the chance her secret society needed to make a comeback.
The Russian Raptor knew who Jack was, using his email quickly got her excess to his my-space account from two years ago. Still, locating him would require a lot of resource and a lot of help from the Americans. Mother Russia could only do so much, and it was vital that when Jack completes the formula for the serum, she be there to get it from him. The KGB would return, and they’d be stronger than ever with their own army of super soldiers.
It would take time, and a lot of patience but it would be well worth the wait.
“I really like that one stated Jack, the one in beige”.
“Yeah, I do too agreed Lisa, that suit would really blend in with any desert attacks, especially in Iraq”.
The two were staring at a big computer screen and looking at the designs of the super soldier suits that Lisa had envisioned with her science team. But unlike Jack, she could communicate with her science team and send them all her work that she was cooking up. Basically she was sending them gasoline and laundry detergent, and they were making napalm out of it.
“But the only problem is, we don’t just have problems in the desert began Jack
“We have them all over the world” finished Lisa.
“Exactly replied Jack, and therein lies the problem”.
“What about this one, Jack asked Lisa, flipping through to a design of a red leather looking suit. It almost looked like the Daredevil costume, but it had a medium length red helmet instead of a mask.
“Like it asked Lisa, I call it the Firebird”. “It’s got a flame thrower device intact on the wrist, and it also comes with a large specially designed glider that can launch four missles, as well as provide an even more powerful flame thrower, which is able to take out a whole squad of enemy troops.
“And roast them like marshmallows beamed Jack, I like, I like”!
Then the screen flashed to a bulk suit that was a silver color, it looked like a cross between a jet ski wetsuit, and the jumpsuits worn by the X-Men. Jack was taken aback, it looked like a suit that he wouldn’t mind hanging in his closet.
“Wow, what is this” breathed Jack
“The Super Silver opt design, this is the first one I designed”. “It’s adjustable so it can fit any person over 5”7. It comes with a jet pack, and has a phase plasma ray blaster intact on the wrist”.
“So which one shall we do, decisions, descions”?
“Let’s leave it up to the Generals suggested Lisa.
“Alrighty then said Jack, I’ll patch us through”.
“He got on his computer and used the web cam to call Susan and General Ford. Soon, an image of them appeared on his monitor”.
“Jack, Lisa, what can I do for you” asked Susan?
“Well, we have Lisa’s designs out for all to see, how about you and the good General tell us what you want”?
Jack crunched in his numbers and soon the designs were up in display for them to see.
“Well, Jack began General Ford, I’d have to go with the silver suit, red may be one of the colors on the American Flag, but it just doesn’t have the whole military man appeal to our men”. “Go with the Super Silver suit, that’s what we’ll take”. “But we only need one, because after the serum is complete, we’ll try that out and then take a trial run with the suit”.
“So why not just complete the serum first, before even bothering with a armor enhanced suit” asked Jack.
“Because if the serum can’t be completed to the required standards, then we’ll at least have a suit to keep one of our Sergeants’ safe while he leads troops into battle explained General Ford.
“That’s why Lisa is there with you added Susan, because we need a backup project in case our first falls through”. “We have to have something to show for all our funding that we’ve been pouring into these programs”. “But don’t worry, you are both brilliant scientists, and your hard work will be highly rewarded whatever the outcome is”. “Worst case scenario, we find someone else to pick up where you both leave off, if it comes to that”. “But we’re not worried, you’ll do fine”.
The image faded, and Lisa looked at Jack.
“Sue’s a good liar isn’t she, Jack”?
“Why do you say that, Lisa”?
“Because she said we were both brilliant scientists, and that’s not true”. “You’re brilliant, I feel like I don’t deserve to be working with you”.
Jack looked long and hard at her, he knew that she had a rough couple of weeks and he sympathized with her. His first two weeks were tough on him too, being all alone and watching DVDs and old reruns of Wonder Years, Kung Fu, Dukes of Hazard, and 21 Jump Street weren’t enough as far as talking with real people. Television was a one way conversation, and it had consumed him for two years. If it weren’t for his tickle and foot fetish porn, he would have gone Jack Torrance and possibly killed himself.
“Lisa, you have an excellent portfolio, and your designs are absolutely brilliant”. “There is no way in hell, that I could ever come close to designing a suit that is inferior to mild combat attacks. “I’m just a nerd who spent too much time reading as a kid, and all I have to show for it is two years of isolation”.
Lisa took a seat next to him and gave Jack a sympathetic look.
“Two years, all by your lonesome, I can’t imagine how hard this has been for you, Jack” she said softly while putting her hand on his shoulder. Glancing down, he could see her stocking heel, as she dangled her pump from her toes.
“Damn thought Jack, it’s been two weeks and she’s finally touched me and let the shoe dangle “Just don’t get a hard on, because she’s a genius and geniuses can detect hard wood. Think about turn offs, think about turn offs. Deliverance, Marlon Brando at age 70, bull dykes with butch hair, chicks with lip rings, those fucking fish bait skanks. And fat feet with plump sausage toes that are coated with nasty black nail polish.
So far so good, no wood!
“Yeah, it’s been tough agreed Jack. But for what it’s worth, you’ve been great company so far.
“Thank you, Jack smiled Lisa, although you haven’t seen me on my period yet”.
“If it makes you feel any better, I haven’t been involved in sexual activity for two years” said Jack, even though it didn’t sound cool.
“Touché agreed Lisa, shall we go to lunch”?
“Sure, I could eat” said Jack.
“Could you make me another one of your famous BLT Bagels asked Lisa.
“I think I can arrange that said Jack with a wink, to the galley”.
One year later….. (aka Happy Birthday Jack)
Jack sat in the galley while eating his breakfast alone. Today was his 28th birthday, and he hadn’t celebrated or gotten a birthday present since he turned twenty five. Next week, would mark his three year anniversary at the compound, as well as Lisa’s one year anniversary. His super soldier serum had stopped hurting people, but it still didn’t work. He fumed to himself, there would be no 3.2 million dollars now, but he would still get a nice payment for his services. Still, at least he could return to his normal live, instead of this James Bond secret agent existence.
“HEY JACK, CAN YOU GIVE ME A HAND IN THE LIVING ROOM!
“Sure muttered Jack to himself, why not”.
He got up and walked down the corridor to the living area, and to his astonishment he saw Lisa holding up a chocolate layer cake, with a big number 28 candle lit on top.
“Happy Birthday honey sang Lisa, as she set the cake down, I think three years is way too long to go without a celebration, wouldn’t you agree”?
“Wow, Lisa, thank you so much said John as his eyes lit up, I haven’t had anyone bake me a cake since I was sixteen and it was our housekeeper”.
“Well, you’ve worked your ass off for three years, Jack, and you’ve spent your last two birthdays alone, and so I wanted to make it up to you”. “So before you chow down on this cake, there’s something else I got you too”.
Lisa pulled out a package and handed it to Jack, who wasted no time unwrapping it. Inside were old classic records of late 70s rock’n’roll. Including the Ramones, Aerosmith, and Iggy Pop and the Stooges. Jack was overwhelmed, they were very expensive albums.
“Lisa he breathed softly, you didn’t have to do this-
“You’re welcome Jack smiled Lisa as Jack embraced her in a hug. And to his surprise, Lisa pulled him in and kissed him on the lips. But it was a quick smooch, with no tongue. Still Jack saw the stars, outer space, and quite possibly the whole universe. It was like kissing a girl from Junior High for the first time, back before learning to shave or driving a car. Hell, it was a before having sexual intercourse kind of kiss, very special indeed. After all Lisa had done for him, Jack had a really sick feeling of guilt wading through his body like IBS. Tonight he was going to erase all those tickle fakes that he’d made of Lisa and posted on TMF, she was a good woman and didn’t deserve all that shit. Jack realized that he’d gone mad for being a unick for three years, but the kiss and kindness had cured him.
They had cake after breakfast, and Jack went to work. He suddenly began to get a sudden urge of inspiration. The kiss had awakened something very dormant in his mind, and it was taking it’s effect on the scientist very quickly. Jack was suddenly crunching in numbers, equations, and factors that he didn’t even consider before. Two hours later, he was all done. Grinning with delight, he picked up the phone and dialed Susan.
“Hello, Susan, I have good news”! “Well, how about you and Ford bring Mark Thompson down here right away, because he’s going to be the first super soldier”. “That’s right, I have finally completed the formula with no flaws whatsoever”.
Six hours later….
“Unbelievable crowed General Ford as he puffed on a fat cigar, you really did it, kid”.
Mark Thompson, a twenty four year old Captain in the Navy Seals, had gained the effects of a new improved super soldier serum, a serum that worked within ten minutes. Now they were testing his skills. He had ran two miles in less than ten minutes, and he did one hundred push ups as well. Lisa took his fitting measurements for the super soldier suit, because they only had one prototype with them in the compound, and it hadn’t been properly tested yet. But now that the serum was working, all they had to do was wait forty eight hours to be sure, and then try out the suit.
“Jack, Lisa, you’ve both done amazing work and I’m beyond impressed. “All I need you to do is come to the base tomorrow and keep an eye on Thompson’s progress”. “And if nothing goes wrong, you shall have your 3.2 million and Lisa shall have her three hundred grand with the completed suit.
“Great said Jack, it’ll be nice to finally leave this place”.
“Oh come on, Jack, you won’t miss this place a little bit” asked Lisa?
“Well, some parts I’ll miss said Jack, making eye contact with her. “Some parts will take me twice the time I spent here to get over”.
Lisa returned the eye contact and they both detected a certain amount of sadness to their situation.
Three hours earlier, in Moscow, Russia
Valerie The Russian Raptor was doing her target practicing with an AK-47, and mowing her targets down like she was in Nam. It was another boring day, she had sent Jack a phony birthday card email, expressing phony congratulation sentiments. Her personal assistant came into the room.
“I thought I told you, not to interrupt me, vhen I am shooting”!
“I’m sorry Dr. Vorlov, but we have goot news”.
“And vhat might dat be inquired Valerie as she loaded another magazine in her assault rifle.
“The whereabouts of Dr. Jack Smith, one of our informers locked onto a chopper that traveled all the way from Washington D.C. to Northern California. And vay out in the meeddle of nowvhere is a square vall and a two buildings inside. Miles and miles from civilization.
Valerie was about to fire, but her finger didn’t touch the trigger just yet”.
“So, how do you know dat’s vhere he is located”?
“Because, ve have another mole who intercepted a call that you might find very interesting”.
Pulling out a tape recorder, Valerie’s assistant played Jack’s conversation with Susan.
A smile spread to her lips, this was the day she had waited a long time for.
“Tell Natasha, Elena, and Sophie to come here at once she commanded.
“Are you going on a trip, Dr. Vorlov”?
“Oh yes, I am going to America so I can interrogate a young American boy”. And after three years of not being able to not interrogate anyone, it vill be a treat”.
And on that note, she aimed her rifle and fired round after round to celebrate the day she had longed for the most. Tonight she would finally meet Jack in person, and get to see him naked as well. And his little crush, well, she would be too easy to exploit and manipulate. Jack had made that easy for them since she arrived.
In walked Valerie’s henchwomen, all wearing identical black outfits.
“Prepare for Operation Feather, Ve leave in half an hour”!
