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********VERY STRONG ADULTS ONLY WARNING!!********

This story is not for kids or the easily offended. It deals with rape and contains explicit sexual words and descriptions, explicit violence and extreme profanity/blasphemy. If you object to reading such things, do not read this story.
This story is based on the Gunsmith Cats manga by Kenichi Sonoda. This is set after the end of the manga, but was written in 2000, before the complete series had been published in English.
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Characters of RALLY VINCENT, BEAN BANDIT, MAY HOPKINS, ROY COLEMAN, BECKY FARAH, GRANNY HAO copyright Kenichi Sonoda and Kodansha Ltd. All other characters and story copyright 2000 by Madame Manga. Do not sell or print for sale without the express written permission of the author. Do not change, plagarize, or distribute this story without the author's name and email address. This story is intended for entertainment purposes only.

Antidote

by Madame Manga

"Don't get in trouble while I'm gone," said May.
"Who, ME?" Rally laughed, taking a last drink of her coffee and putting the cup in the sink. She was peculiarly pleased with herself for getting up so unusually early to see May off to New York�fully awake, dressed and breakfasted at 7:52 AM with the whole day ahead of her.
It felt like a day for some kind of major accomplishment, though its exact nature had not yet formed in her mind. Maybe she could rearrange the handgun display...or modify some of those not-so-technically illegal full-auto assault rifles before the next ATF inspection. Life as a gun dealer and part-time bounty hunter could require touchy compromises between the ideal law and the dangerous reality of her twin professions.
"Yes, you, Rally! I'll be surprised if there hasn't been a full-scale WAR when I get back from New York! Those wiseguys we ran into last month are probably just lying in wait for me to leave!" May made a fierce face and mimed a grenade throw under the kitchen table.
"Silly! They're all in jail! What could happen?"
"Oh, nothing. I guess I'm just going to miss you..."
"Bull! You'll be painting the town with Ken and won't give me a thought for a week!"
At that moment Ken honked his horn outside, understandably, since Rally and May had been saying goodbye for a quarter of an hour. "Ooh, I better go," said May, grabbing her purse. "Yeah, I'll just screw his brains out in the Ritz while you're doing all the work! You could take a romantic vacation too, if you had a boyfriend!"
"Phhbblltt!" said Rally, sticking out her tongue. May returned the gesture, sticking her thumbs in her ears and waggling her fingers. They both whooped with laughter, running from the kitchen and down the hall to the side door. Rally kicked it shut behind her, since the air was cold for a September morning.
Around the corner of the house in the driveway stood Ken, holding the passenger door of his Mini and impatiently rolling his eyes. May got in and kissed him while he pulled out onto the street.
"Bye, May!" Rally waved over the bushes at the retreating back of the Mini and saw her friend turn to wave back before settling into the seat beside her boyfriend. "Have a good time!"
"I plan to! Call you when I get there..." shrilled May as the car receded. The two of them would be gone for the week, leaving Rally alone in the house. She had no bounty jobs scheduled, so she planned to run her gun shop on her own and kick back while she could. May was an interesting housemate, but not a relaxing one.
When Rally rounded the corner of the house and walked back to the side door, she noticed that it was slightly ajar�perhaps it hadn't latched, and the gusty autumn wind had pushed it open. Out of habit, she paused for a moment and listened.
She heard nothing but the refrigerator compressor starting up in the kitchen, so she went inside and closed the door, locking it behind her. This neighborhood wasn't a high-crime one, though burglars had hit the gun shop several times. When she reached the kitchen, she took off her jacket and hung it on a chair in preparation for cleaning up the breakfast dishes, leaving her shoulder holster on as usual.
Rally stopped again with her hands still on the chair back. Something was out of place...this chair. It had moved a few inches from where she'd left it five minutes before, pushed a little closer to the table as if someone had passed by on the way to the living room. With her near-perfect spatial sense, Rally could register and memorize the positions of every person and object in a room: her mental mapping was automatic and close to infallible. She could not be wrong about this�someone was in the house.
Who? Another hapless burglar? Or some criminal looking for revenge against a famous bounty hunter? She heard a movement, like a boot on carpet, and all her fighting instincts thrilled. Rally whipped her CZ75 from the shoulder holster and flicked the safety off with the same motion.
"All right!" she shouted, whirling around and leveling the muzzle at the entrance to the living room. "I know you're here, so come on out! Don't try anything stupid, because I have a gun and I know how to use it!"
"Well, hell, babe, I don't need no reminder," said a deep masculine voice that she instantly recognized. Its owner stepped casually into view.
Bean Bandit, the best getaway driver in Chicago! His sharp-toothed smile and angular face she knew too well: insidiously attractive and slightly menacing at the same time. His body blocked the entire doorway, his crest of black hair brushing the top of the frame and his shoulders spanning its width with muscle to spare. Putting one huge hand on the wall, he toasted her with a beer can in the other.
Rally gaped at him. "Bean? What the hell are you doing in my house?" She tipped the muzzle slightly upwards and slipped her finger off the trigger, but didn't put the gun away�letting her guard down around Bean wasn't something she did easily.
"Thought it was time I paid you a visit." He raised the beer can to his lips and took a long swig. It was Miller Light, exactly what she had in her refrigerator; apparently he'd helped himself. "You never invited me, so I came on my own." His hair hung untidily over his eyes, which were slightly bloodshot.
"You ever heard of knocking?"
"Didn't think you'd let me in." He finished his beer, crumpled the can in his fist and tossed it past Rally and into the kitchen garbage, a fifteen-foot rimshot. "I just wasn't gonna take no for an answer."
"Are you drunk, Bean?" She narrowed her eyes at him, trying to gauge his degree of intoxication. If he'd managed to sneak into her yard and through the door without her noticing, he couldn't be too badly wasted. His aim hadn't suffered either. She kept the gun raised.
He let out a raucous burp. "Not very. I polished off half a case of Bud this morning and it's mostly pissed away now. Enough to get up the Dutch courage, hey?"
"What for?"
"I'm here to give you what you want, babe. Get those clothes off and spread 'em!"
Rally's jaw dropped and her eyes bulged. Even her gun shook, and over the wobbling sights Bean grinned at her. He wore his usual working clothes of jeans and armored leather jacket, but not his bullet-resistant headband. His T-shirt looked wrinkled and his jeans had a few stains, which wasn't typical for him.
Everything about him seemed more than a little off: his drunken state, his outrageous demand, the expression in his eyes�he gave her the shivers. Bean had never looked at her like that before. No matter what else he might be capable of, he had never seemed like that kind of man.
"Are you nuts?" she managed to say.
"Nope. Just horny." He laughed in a way that prickled her skin. "And like I said, I ain't takin' no for an answer."
"Oh, yes, you are. I don't want to have sex with you. Even if you'd come to the front door like a civilized person, I would have told you to get lost." Rally leveled the gun at his face. "Now get lost."
"Girl, you might as well put that thing away. You know damn well it ain't going to do you one bit of good against me." Bean walked forward and reached for her.
BKAM! She fired at him and hit only his shoulder, her hands shaking enough to ruin her aim; the nine-millimeter bullet punched a hole in his jacket and lodged in the layers of Kevlar under the leather.
Bean grunted at the impact and threw an arm up to protect his face. BKAM! Her next, steadier shot hit his forearm, but he lashed out and seized her, enveloping the CZ and her hand together in his fist, so tightly that she could not move her finger on the trigger.
In a moment he had stripped the gun out of her grip and thrown it through the kitchen window with a crash of breaking glass. Rally struck at him with her free hand and landed a chop to the jaw, which barely rocked him before he grabbed her other wrist.
"Better quit fightin' now, babe," he said with a taunting grin. "I like a good tussle, but this is gettin' kinda out of hand! I ain't out to hurt you. I'm just gonna fuck you."
"One and the same, Bean!"
"Uh-uh." He pulled her up against his chest. "Yer choice, girl. Give in now and you won't get tied up�'less you like it that way! Any way it goes, you're gettin' every inch of me. You know I'm gonna do it, so save your bruises."
"No!" She wrenched and fought, but he held tight to her wrists, grinning. He was too strong for her by a factor of four. Although she put every ounce of leverage she could muster into the attempt to break free, he kept her imprisoned with little effort. "What the hell do you think you're doing?! Please, Bean! You're not a RAPIST!"
"Hell, no, babe. You know you want it!" Rally threw her whole weight against him, but he merely lifted her off the floor and swung her down again. "I knew you were gonna fight me, but you're the kind of gal that likes it rough, ain't ya?"
"NO!!" she shrieked. "Let me go, dammit�I'll put every cop in the city on you if you rape me! You'll be arrested in minutes!" She tried to kick him in the groin, but he blocked her with a knee.
"Let 'em try." Bean jerked on one of her hands and brought the arm over her head, spinning her around, wrapping his arms over her chest and facing her away from him. He still held tight to both wrists.
With a tug, he pulled her body up against his, buttocks to groin, and pushed his crotch against her backside. "Feel that, babe? He's all stiff and ready for ya."
Easily felt even through his jeans, the ridge of his hard penis tucked into the crack of her bottom, and Rally jerked her pelvis forward to get away from it. Bean looped one leg around hers and pulled her hips back into his, speaking raspily into her ear. "Man, I want to do it to you every way it can get done." He ground his erection into her bottom. "You ever been fucked up the ass, lady?"
"No!" Her voice rose in panic. "Please, no�god, Bean, you'll KILL me if you do that!" She had once accidentally seen him naked and knew how big his penis was even when soft�she'd split apart if he forced her into...that! "I'll...I'll cooperate. Just don't do that to me!"
"You gonna let me fuck you, then?" Bean was rhythmically rotating his hips and holding his jaw down on her shoulder, his hot breath scraping along her cheek. "You be nice to me and I won't do it nasty. But you gotta keep your part of the bargain."
"All...all right." With an effort, Rally relaxed her tense muscles. If she went along with him for the moment and waited until he let his guard drop, she could probably escape. "What do you want me to do?"
"Oh, lemme see..." She felt his face stretch into a smile. "Where to start? I've been thinkin' about doing you since the first time I saw you. I got a lot of ideas." Bean's lips touched her ear and slid to her cheek. "Gimme a kiss, babe."
"Oh, God, do I have to?"
"Be nice to me..."
"All right! All right!" Rally sagged in Bean's grasp. Escape was worth a couple of kisses. Surely she could bear anything�short of actual intercourse. That was what she was fighting to avoid. If it came to that, she would kill him or even herself before submitting!
Still holding her with her back pressed to his chest, Bean craned his neck over her shoulder and she turned her face to his. His breath smelling strongly of beer, he fumbled for her mouth until their lips met.
Rally kept her lips closed, but they trembled when Bean kissed her. She tightened her jaw to defend against him, but to her surprise, Bean sighed in his throat, his hands gentling their grip and his body curving against hers.
"Rally, darlin'..." he said. Mouth softening, his lips trembled exactly like hers, his breathing breaking into short gusts. For all the world, he seemed overcome with emotion; Rally's eyes opened wide with amazed distaste. She'd expected brutal, bruising eagerness, something she could passively receive until the moment came to make a break for it�he couldn't think this was an act of mutual passion, could he?
Of course not: Bean wasn't quite that stupidly macho, though she gave him no points for intuition or subtlety. No, even more incredible: he was kissing her like a smitten schoolboy on his first date, his heart beating furiously against her shoulderblade. Soon his tongue tried to intrude, but Rally still pressed her lips closed, jaw locked so tight her teeth ground together. "C'mon, sweetheart," said Bean in a coaxing tone. "Kiss me back."
If he thought she was giving in, he might release his entrapping hold�so she had better act as if she were compliant. Rally tried to loosen her stiff face, twitching her mouth under his; easing in gradual stages, she finally took a deep breath and kissed him.
Responding as if she meant it, she kept her lips open and moist until her eyes closed and she made herself go slightly limp. Bean's tongue slipped past her quivering lips. He let go of her wrists, enfolding her waist in one arm and sliding the other hand over her abdomen.
The taste of beer filled her mouth while he hungrily worked at her lips and thrust his tongue back and forth, but as the kiss lingered the taste gradually faded away until all she could sense was the faintly sweet flavor of his saliva and an aura of tobacco. It mingled with the scent of his body, strong and unwashed and emphatically masculine.
Enveloped in Bean's arms, held close and surrounded by him, Rally felt a strange heaviness pervade her limbs, an unaccustomed heat flush her face. Every sense seemed far more acute than usual, the delicate wet sounds of their mouths meeting nearly piercing her ears; she could taste the slight soapy flavor of her freshly applied lipstick as her insides turned over, slowly and weirdly, seeming to tug on every sensitive fiber in her body.
This was only a kiss, nothing at all, but she had to concentrate to keep herself from panic. Why did her body feel like it was actually responding to his? Her own relaxation provoked a renewed furious tension, and she jerked hard against him, trying to recall her plan.
Bean still didn't break the embrace, turning Rally around to face him. For several minutes he seemed lost in her, running his hands up and down her sides as his warm mouth took hers again and again.
Rally became aware that the two of them were breathing in unison and deliberately changed her rhythm, but she was still trapped in his arms, still seething with anger and anxiety and growing confusion. Bean didn't seem to notice, kissing and caressing her as comfortably as if she were his lover, as if he had never threatened her. Either he was awfully good at deluding himself, or something other than criminal lust had taken him over now. What had possessed him? Neither his intention to rape her nor this ardent affection made any sense at all.
Bean backed her against the refrigerator, stroked his hands under her jaw and began to run kisses down her throat. "I've been dreamin' about this forever," he murmured under her chin. "I want you so bad, sweetheart..."
"Why the hell didn't you say something, then? Why get drunk and burglarize my house and make horrible threats?" Rally shoved Bean away. He looked stricken for a moment, but somehow free of the weird wrongness that had impressed her before. Her lipstick had left a red smear on his chin. While holding his gaze she backed away and lunged for a gun she had in a kitchen drawer. The evil light flared in his eyes again. Rally gasped and whirled, yanking the drawer open and scooping out a .25 automatic.
WHAM! Bean swung his arm and hit hers. The little gun went skidding across the floor and they both dived for it. Bean's knuckles bumped the gun and it shot under the refrigerator as they rolled on the floor.
Rally kicked backwards at Bean, landing a solid foot to his nose, and he huffed. She scrabbled under the refrigerator and barely caught the gun with the tips of her fingers.
Bean seized one of her ankles and she rolled over, her arm still caught under the refrigerator. Another kick, her shoe heel to his eye, and he let go and started to get up.
Rally yanked the gun out and spun to her feet in one motion, jamming the muzzle into Bean's ear as he reared up on one knee.
"Freeze, you piece of shit! You're going to regret this for the rest of your life! Which could be a VERY SHORT TIME!"
"OK," he said, his hands held out in front of him. One of his eyes was blackening and his nose bled slightly. "Shoot me."
"Huh?"
"Go ahead and shoot me. Right through the head. That'll do the trick, babe."
"Bean?" She looked into his face, which had a strange set expression. "What is...is there something wrong with you?"
"Ain't ya gonna kill me?"
"An unarmed man? I think I'd get in trouble for that, even when it's YOU!" Rally backed away a couple of steps with the gun still in Bean's face and looked for her handcuffs. She'd secure him and call the cops...or just talk to him and get to the bottom of this.
Why was he behaving so far out of character? Her lips still throbbed from his kisses. He wasn't even fighting up to his usual standard, so it had to be more than just an act.
"Although I wouldn't call you a good friend of mine, I won't kill you even after what you tried to do. You know it's not self-defense when I've got the drop on you. I can always shoot some important body part off instead, so don't tempt me!"
She got the handcuffs out of her jacket and tossed them in front of Bean. "Put those on."
Bean didn't answer, and didn't move. Rally saw him take a few deep breaths, which began to take on a rasping, painful quality. His teeth clicked together and his fists clenched. Finally a sound escaped him, a grunt of agony, and he slumped forward on all fours. "NnnGGHH!"
"Huh? What's the matter?"
"Uhh�AAAGGHH!"
"What's happening?" Rally stooped down to look into Bean's face. This confirmed it�there was something wrong with him! She couldn't imagine the degree of pain that could make Bean Bandit cry out loud. His face wrenching, he lowered his head and grabbed it in both hands, moaning. "Oh, God, Bean�are you OK?" She put a hand on his back.
An instant later she stared at the ceiling, flat on her back and gasping, her wind knocked out. Bean picked the .25 out of her hand and tossed it through the window after the CZ75.
Rally struggled to roll up and scrambled for the door, but Bean tackled her and crushed her prone to the floor, his weight nearly collapsing her lungs. Bean's elbows levered down on her arms and she writhed and twisted, but he had her pinned. His massive sweaty chest pressed on her back and he wound his legs around hers, his chin resting on her head.
"Don't do that, babe. Not unless you want me to get nasty."
"You...bastard..."
Bean slid one hand under her body and began to fondle her breasts through her blouse. "Guess I'll hafta fuck you right here. I ain't lettin' you go till I have what I came for."
Rally's entire body jerked, her insides knotting in horror. Until that moment, she had not entirely believed he could do it, but he could. He really could rape her, right here on her kitchen floor; there wasn't anything she could do to stop him now.
Bean rolled his hips against her bottom again. He could keep her pinned to the vinyl while ripping off her clothes, he could use his weight and tremendous strength to force her legs open and thrust his� "NO!" she shouted with renewed voice. "I'D RATHER DIE!"
"Aw, babe, I ain't such a bad lay." He rubbed his face on the back of her neck and nuzzled her with open lips. "Calm down."
"What, 'relax and enjoy it'? No! Don't you realize what you're doing?!"
"Look, I gotta do it." Bean popped open the front of her blouse and fumbled at her bra. Her bare left breast settled into his hand. "Oh, girl, you got something I've gotta have."
His voice softened again, his hands stroked her with something like tenderness. "No one but you. There's something I gotta give you. All the way, babe, and that's no lie." He ran his thumb across her nipple and she felt an answering twinge in her groin, an anticipatory jolt of fear.
"No lie? You'll resort to faking a brain tumor or something�"
"Brain tumor?" He snorted. "I didn't fake nothing."
"Oh, moaning and groaning and grabbing your head doesn't qualify? I can't believe I fell for�!"
"I wasn't faking." He sounded insulted, as if prevarication were a far worse crime than rape. "Hurt like hell for a minute there. But it's gone now."
"Oh, I'm SO glad!" she hissed sarcastically.
"Yeah, so'm I." Bean put his right hand under her jaw and turned her face upwards. He managed a momentary kiss, but Rally wrenched away.
"Stop that! If you're going to rape me, I'd prefer it less PERSONAL!"
"Personal?"
"You really are a bastard, you know that? One moment you hit me and the next you kiss me. I'd rather get beaten up than be forced to endure this while you pretend it's some kind of date! You're disgusting!"
"Shit, babe, I know you want it. I'm just tryin' to get you to admit it!"
"For nothing more than that statement," said Rally with her teeth clenched, "I am going to KILL YOU when I get a chance!"
"Heh heh heh...who's being inconsistent now?" Bean nibbled on her ear and worked his right hand between her thighs while keeping the other cupped around her breast. "Oh, darlin', you smell good..."
"And you STINK, Bean! What's the last time you washed?"
"Huh? Uh...heck, I forgot. I woke up this morning and all I could think about was you..."
"Tell me one thing, you filthy slob," said Rally, locking her legs together as tightly as she could.
"Hmm?"
"I've known you for years. You never said a word about wanting sex with me. What the hell happened?"
"Nothin' at all. I just decided to quit hopin' you'd get out of law enforcement and go partners with me. You turned me down when I asked politely, so I'm taking what I want." His steely fingers crept towards her groin.
"That's what you meant by 'going partners'?! If I'd known that, I wouldn't just have turned you down�I'd've SHOT you!"
"Well, there you go. What choice have I got? I never waited so long for a woman in my life."
"Waited? This is the first I've ever heard�"
"You recall what you looked like, the first time I saw you?"
"No..."
"You didn't have much on. Leather pants an' bra, your pretty face all flushed. That's how I think about you, babe. I've had that picture in my head all this time. You, beautiful and sweaty and half naked..." He kissed the back of her neck again.
"How does that translate to rape, Bean?"
"Easy. I couldn't stand it any more. I dreamed about you last night, you know."
"You're raping me because of a dream?"
"Heckuva dream. Saw you screamin' your heart out while I was pumping your tight little slit. And I saw you taking my cock down your throat..." His husky voice seemed to vibrate through her body as he murmured with sensual coarseness in her ear. "...and you lyin' back just about helpless 'cause I was eating your sweet pussy and you were coming over and over. Yeah, that sounds good...Rally Vincent coming in my mouth."
"I'm afraid you're going to be disappointed in that one!"
"Aw, now don't say that till you get a sample." His fingers slipped up against her crotch and pressed her through her panties. "I can do that really good." He licked her cheek and flicked his tongue into her ear. "I bet you taste just as sweet as you smell."
"Jesus, Bean!"
"Get those clothes off for me. I want to take a look at ya."
"No!"
He pulled the crotch of her panties aside and slid his fingers along her vulva. "Hey, you don't want me to rip your stuff. You know, I could just take your pants off and screw you face down on the floor, or pop you one and knock you out. That wouldn't be much fun. Why don't you make it easy on yourself?" His tone was cajoling, reasoning, on the edge of a plea. "I'm tellin' you, I'm a good fuck."
"Oh...Jesus..." Rally closed her eyes for a moment. Bean's fingers were stimulating peculiar feelings. She knew it was an automatic physical response with no conscious consent necessary, but the twinges in her groin became too powerful to ignore.
Twisting under him, she succeeded in dislodging his hand from between her legs. "Stop it! Will you listen to me? I DON'T WANT TO HAVE SEX WITH YOU! When a woman's fighting you all the way it doesn't matter how good you think you are!"
"Well, that's my point. I'm going to go ahead no matter what, so you might as well give me a chance to prove it."
"NO! I REFUSE to try to enjoy this!"
Bean heaved a sigh into her hair. "Aw, hell." He fell silent for a moment. "How about you just promise not to try to run? Then at least I won't have to hurt you."
"Have to? HAVE TO?! Why do you keep saying that? You do NOT have to do this!"
"No, that ain't right. I have to." Bean sounded spaced out, but he shook his head impatiently as if to drive something away. "Shit!" He moved partly off her and clapped a hand to his forehead, his teeth clenching. "Have to. Gotta do it. No choice..."
"Bean?"
"Promise me you ain't gonna run. Now!"
"Is that headache coming back?" Rally had a sudden thought. Goldie...the year before, Goldie had drugged her, captured her and given her a hypnotic suggestion. Every time she had tried to escape, her heart and head had begun to pound so hard she could hardly breathe. Even the bare thought of resistance had brought it on, and the hypnosis had been fiendishly difficult to break because of its chemical reinforcement...
"No," said Bean, pushing up from the floor on his hands. "It's gone. C'mon, babe. Promise me. Let me make it painless, at least?"
This was becoming stranger and stranger, even more peculiar than Bean's initial threats. Rally twisted and stared up into his eyes. Perhaps she should listen to him the way she was begging him to listen to her�if she stopped focusing on escape, overcame her anger and revulsion for a little while, maybe she could unravel the mystery and save herself.
It occurred to her that she might be saving Bean as well, though from what it was difficult to say. "Will you promise not to kiss me?"
"Aw, babe..."
"I'm serious. I don't want you treating me like your damn girlfriend! Let's not pretend this is anything other than what it is."
"I ain't gonna pretend to understand that." He breathed a resigned sigh. "OK, I won't kiss you. On the mouth."
"I want to ask you another question, too."
"OK."
"Have you ever shot up with Kerasine?"
"Huh? No way. Why the hell would I want to do something that dumb?"
"I don't know. I'm wondering why you're doing this, which is a hell of a lot dumber!"
"Hey, I told you I gotta do it."
"Why? Did someone tell you to?"
Bean let out a rough guffaw. "No one tells me what to do, babe!"
"No, I don't suppose they do. You'd better keep that promise, though!"
"Cross my heart," said Bean. "No kissin'."
"Then I promise not to run." Bean rolled off her and gave her a hand up. "Let's get this over with."
A smile broke over his face, a sunbeam of relief that improved his looks immeasurably. "Good." The smile turned slightly and gained a sly seductiveness. "Maybe you won't hate it too bad after all. I've had plenty of satisfied customers an' I know I'm better than some guys�like most of 'em."
"I don't have a lot of basis for comparison!"
"Yeah? You ain't slept around much?"
"I haven't done it at all, Bean." She hadn't wanted to resort to this admission, since she doubted it would make any difference even if he believed her. "I'm a virgin."
He chuckled, then burst out laughing. "Sure you are, babe. You're gonna feel like you never really got fucked before, for sure. Most guys got no idea at all how to do it right."
"You mean, like using threats and physical force?" Rally jerked her hand out of his.
Bean caught her shoulders, still laughing. "Aw hell, babe, this ain't no rape. You know you want it."
"That's rapist's talk if I ever heard it. Don't assume too much, Bean. I may cooperate, but it's under threat. Don't imagine I'm going to enjoy having you force yourself on me."
"OK, I won't imagine a thing. I'll just suck you till you beg me to stick it in." He grinned and shed his jacket, letting it drop to the floor with a thud. "Where you want to get fucked? In your bed?"
"Not in my bed, Bean. I have to sleep in there."
"Fine. There's a sofa in the livin' room." He lunged for her and picked her up, throwing her over his shoulder.
"Aaackk!" shouted Rally while he jogged into the next room, nearly cracking the back of her head on the top of the doorway. "Put me down!"
Bean dumped her on the couch and stripped off his T-shirt, exposing his massively muscled torso. "OK, you're down. Now it's my turn." He dropped to his knees in front of her and wrapped his arms around her thighs. "Open up, babe. I want a taste."
"I said, I don't want you pretending�!"
"Pretending nothin'. It's what I want to do, so spread those knees."
"You are NOT going to make me like this no matter what you do!"
"Oh, sure, you ain't gonna like it any. Not at all." Bean yanked her panties down and off, then rolled her short skirt up to her waist. "Pretty lady," he breathed when her legs parted. Hands tucked under her knees, he pulled her forward on the sofa until she sat on the edge. For a moment he only looked at her vulva, his nostrils flaring, then licked his lips and plunged his face between her thighs.
"Aahh!" shrieked Rally. She reared up and yanked at his hair. "That's...oh my god...that's TOO MUCH!"
Bean's hot tongue seemed to burn her tender flesh. It rasped up and down in her folds, sending jolts of extreme sensation down her legs. "Aahhh! Stop it!" He didn't stop, but slowed down and withdrew slightly.
The sensation ebbed enough so that it no longer felt like pain. It didn't feel like pleasure either, though Bean certainly seemed to be enjoying himself. If enthusiasm was the measure of skill, he was a master at this...act. it was difficult for her to put a word to it, even mentally. Bean was driving away intelligent thought with nothing more than another kind of kiss, face pressed to her vulva and his tongue alternately thrusting and lapping.
Rally felt him humming in satisfaction as he savored her, and he showed no shyness at all, searching through her most intimate parts as if he had an undisputed right to do so. She felt utterly exposed. Her breaths came rapid and shaky and her muscles tensed and unknotted unpredictably.
Falling back on the cushions, she closed her eyes to block out the sight of Bean's black head bobbing between her legs, and raised her feet to lessen the pressure in her groin. That didn't work. The tip of his tongue tickled her clit and her buttocks clenched. Something was winding up tightly in the pit of her belly...an automatic reaction again, her nerves responding to stimulation as they would in any situation.
It was only another reminder that she was not in control of her body at the moment. Someone else had taken that control from her. Rally had thought Bean would never do something like this to her, or indeed to anyone.
No, she hadn't thought that, because she had never even put Bean and rape together in one mental paragraph. It was so utterly unlike him that she could still barely believe it was happening.
He kept licking her, his movements having become gentle and regular. The rasping feel was gone, his tongue slick and insinuating with the aid of her own lubrication.
"Oouugghh.." she moaned uncomfortably, realizing her pelvic tension was growing. She had been around police stations long enough and had read enough crime reports to know that rape sometimes resulted in orgasm for the victim; it was hard to imagine anything more humiliating.
Frankly, she knew a lot about rape from the law enforcement point of view, though this attack didn't fit any of the standard profiles�mostly because Bean didn't fit a rapist's psychology. He wasn't angry, he wasn't trying to confirm his masculinity, he wasn't a sadist. None of the theories mattered right now, because he was raping her anyway.
Somehow she had never grasped that it could happen to her, to Rally Vincent, the ace bounty hunter with the enormous arsenal. If it could happen to her, it could happen to anyone. Even to men, of course. To Bean? If he went to prison, maybe. Or if he were attacked when he was incapacitated...?
Rally flashed back to Goldie's brainwashing again. Could anyone have caught Bean unawares? It didn't seem likely. But could there truly be any other explanation? It was hard to think while Bean ate her so greedily. He thrust his tongue deep into her, pressing her clit with his upper lip and lapping her juices as he moved his head up and down.
Hands sliding under her buttocks, he pulled her closer and covered her entire sex with his mouth. Her mind shifted in and out of focus as she felt the stresses in her groin and belly mount to nearly unbearable levels. Biting her tongue, she tried to lessen her physical tension by sheer force of will. It wasn't working, so she pulled on Bean's hair.
"Hmm?" he said, not looking up.
"Will you...stop...for a minute, at least?"
"Uhh-uh." He sucked her clit between his lips and flicked it with his tongue tip.
"Ohh...Jesus...!" She climaxed, feeling her abdominal muscles clench and her vagina pulse a few times. It didn't feel pleasant�more like menstrual cramps. Only a physical reaction, she reminded herself. It had nothing to do with liking the fact that Bean Bandit had her down on her living room sofa, his face in her lap. "Uhhh..."
"Heh heh heh..." chuckled Bean, finally stopping to look up and wipe his chin. "Told ya."
"Shut up, you piece of shit!" Her face felt hot and a tear squeezed from the corner of one eye.
"Geez, I never said anything like that to someone who just got me off. Damn rude." He turned his head and lightly nipped the inside of her thigh. "Just for that I'm gonna keep it up till yer screamin'."
"Why are you doing this, Bean?"
"Because I have�"
"Why do you have to? What makes it so important, and why do you get a splitting headache whenever you get thwarted, or when you start to doubt what you're doing? There's only one way that I know of to program such a strong instruction into someone's unconscious. Vitamin K! Did you know it's derived from a CIA command drug?"
"I told you I don't touch that crap." Bean gave her a skewed look and kissed her thigh, sliding his lips closer to her vulva.
Rally pushed both hands against his forehead. "Have you had an injection of any kind recently? Or smoked something?"
"Just cigarettes." He shrugged and continued to kiss her.
"Aahh... Could someone have put something in them? Spiked them?"
"Huh?"
"Think, Bean! Did anyone get hold of your cigarettes, or anything else you ingested? Medicine or food?"
"Uh...geez, I think someone did." He raised his head, his eyes darting back and forth. "I was lighting up on the street yesterday and some kid bumped my elbow. I dropped my pack and he picked it up and gave it back to me. Real quick, though. If he substituted them, he was a sleight of hand artist."
"That's it, then. You smoked some Kerasine and someone ordered you to rape me!"
"Bull. No one could make me do something I didn't want to do!"
"Listen! I got shot up with Kerasine a couple of times. It makes you very susceptible to suggestion, if it's done right. Goldie made me shoot Roy Coleman under its influence. I almost killed one of my best friends, Bean. It would be even easier to convince someone to commit a so-called lesser crime...such as rape."
"Wait a minute." Bean pulled back and looked at her. "You sayin' this wasn't my idea?"
"That's exactly what I'm saying!"
"But I don't remember anyone telling me to do anything. And babe, I know I've been wanting to do you for years. Nobody planted that idea in my head."
"Sure, that makes sense...um, that is, I can believe it. Maybe you wanted to have sex with me, but I know you aren't a rapist. You just aren't that kind of guy and you hate anyone who is. You've beaten punks into pulp for attempting to molest kids. You're not a saint, of course. But you would never burglarize my house to rape me, Bean. Someone else forced that idea on you!" Rally sat up and pulled her skirt down.
Something was getting through to him. His expression looked troubled and he scratched a hand through his hair.
"I ain't raping you. You want it."
"I've told you again and again I don't want it! You're ignoring me! That is the goddamn DEFINITION of rape!"
"Well, yeah. You don't mean it, though." Bean seemed to be repeating something he had memorized. "You're gonna tell me you don't want it, but you get off on when a guy makes like he's forcing you. I can't listen to what you say. I just gotta fuck you." He rose up and pushed her shoulders back on the sofa, jerking at the buttons of his jeans. "Right now, babe!"
Rally frantically jammed her hands against his chest to keep him from lying down on her, but he was so heavy she couldn't prevent him. His body settled between her legs, the big bulge of his groin pressing against her naked vulva. Writhing desperately, she tried to slide from under him, but she was trapped. He kissed her ear, raised his hips slightly and began to work his jeans off with one hand.
"Bean, think! You know me! Am I the kind of woman who says no when she means yes? Have I ever been that kind of tease? HAVE I EVER HAD TROUBLE MAKING UP MY MIND?!"
"...Nope." He stopped moving, but didn't get off her.
"Then why in hell are you doing this? How are you going to feel when that shit works its way out of your bloodstream and you realize what you've done to me? What are you going to do when you wake up to find you've become the thing you hate the most in the world?"
A shade of panic began to tinge his expression. "I gotta do it. I can't back out no matter what." Bean shook his head, hard, and his voice went hoarse and furious. "No! I ain't that kinda scumbag! I won't hurt her no matter what you say, so go fuck yourself!" Suddenly he grunted in pain and grabbed Rally's arms so hard she yelped.
"Ow! Bean? What are you saying? Who told you to do it?"
"I...don't know. I'll...somethin' bad's gonna happen if I don't fuck you right here and now." He shook his head again. "I can't�dammit�I ain't no rapist!"
"What did they tell you would happen?"
"My...my head would..." The panic gained full dominion. "Shit!"
"Bean, it's a hypnotic suggestion! There's nothing wrong with you!"
"Feels like a fucking drill through my forehead�nngghh!" He reared back and clutched his head. "Gaah!"
"Fight it! Hold on!" She rolled off the sofa, where he collapsed. "Bean, it's nothing but your mind�"
"I...gotta...do...it," he gasped. "Can't do it..."
"Fight it!"
"NNGGHH!" Everything she said seemed to cause him worse pain, the conflict between two imperatives apparently tearing his mind apart. "Shut up, dammit!" he howled. "AAAGGHH! I'm gonna DIE�!"
"Uh..." If he'd been commanded to rape her, or at least to ignore her protestations, and his own powerful code of honor had belatedly reawakened, how could she resolve the dilemma she had posed for him? Would he go insane from Kerasine's awful power? Rally herself very nearly had.
"AAAGGHH!!" Bean seemed on the verge of losing consciousness, his face twisting in agony as his movements grew weaker. She couldn't fail him�and suddenly, she knew exactly what she had to say.
"OK, Bean, I'll have sex with you! Of my own free will!"
Bean gasped again, then suddenly relaxed, his face dripping with cold sweat. "Huh?"
"Is the headache gone?"
"Yeah. Vanished...just like that." He was pale as a fish, breathing in short shallow pants, and touched his forehead gingerly.
"Wow, that's convenient."
"You mean what you just said?"
"Will I have sex with you? Uh�that depends." Rally strode across the room and picked up the phone.
"Hey!"
"I'm not calling the cops, Bean." She consulted the Rolodex and dialed. "I'm trying to get an expert opinion." The phone rang several times. "I hope she'll talk to me. May's out of town and she doesn't know me too well. But maybe she'll be willing to help..."
The phone clicked. "Hello," said an ancient, cracked voice. "Is that little Minnie?"
"No, Madame Hao. I see you have caller ID, but this is Rally Vincent."
"Ah!" The ancient voice chuckled. "May's friend, the bounty hunter! Call me Granny�everyone does. What do you need, my dear? Hmm...let me guess. Love potion! You want to get some young man's attention without waving a firearm? I've got a special aphrodisiac recipe..."
Rally's face burned. "Actually, an anti-aphrodisiac would be more useful right now! No, I wanted to ask you some questions about....Kerasine."
"Hah..."
"You gave May an herb mixture�an antidote to help me break Goldie's hypnosis. I know you can deal with this kind of problem. Can you help me?"
"Don't tell me you've shot up again! Tch, tch. It's very addictive stuff!"
"No, it's not me. It's someone else. I think he might be under its influence, and it's vital that I break it." Rally stole a glance at Bean. He sat quietly on the sofa, but his eyes were hot with desire and his face had flushed back to its normal color. "Really, really important. Really soon!"
"Hmmm."
"Please, Granny Hao! I know you don't owe me anything...but I'll owe you. Help me and I'll do anything you ask."
"You don't know what you're saying, my dear," Granny Hao chortled. "I'm not your little Chinese grandmother next door. I won't be asking you to mow my lawn."
"I know." Rally swallowed hard. Bean had gotten up from the sofa and was walking slowly towards her, barechested and with his unbuttoned jeans slipping down his narrow hips. "I don't care. This is that important."
"Very well. Hmm. Is this fellow with you right now?"
"Y-yes..." Bean slid his hands around her waist. "He's here."
"Are you in danger? I find that difficult to believe of Rally Vincent!"
"Ohh..." Bean kissed her ear and ran his tongue along the rim. "It's true. He's...he's trying to have sex with me, and I don't think...I mean, I think he's been forced to do it. He wouldn't have done it without having been drugged and manipulated! He broke into my house and threatened me!"
"One man? You're afraid of one man?"
"Granny, it's Bean Bandit!"
"What?"
"I couldn't stop him. You know who he is!"
"I do, very well. He's delivered me a number of packages over the years...things one can't buy on the open market! A powerful young man, indeed."
"Please!" Bean had his hands on her breasts and was trying to sit her up on the telephone table. He pushed her skirt up and crouched down. "He's...he's doing it again..." Bean's head inserted itself between her knees and he pulled her hips down to his mouth. "Ohh!"
"This doesn't sound like much of a crisis, my dear. Are you sure you want to owe me a debt for keeping a handsome young man from making love to you?"
"Yes!" moaned Rally, unsure to what the word pertained. She had told him she would do it of her own free will, and suddenly everything had changed...
"All right. I do owe Bean a favor, so I'll check him for Kerasine intoxication. Come here, to my pharmacy. This isn't something I can deal with over the phone."
"Thank you!"
"I'll be expecting you both. Better hurry, or it sounds like the whole problem will be a moot point!" Granny Hao chuckled lasciviously as she hung up the phone.
"Bean!" Rally grabbed his hair and tried to pull his head from between her legs. "Where's your car?"
"Couple blocks away," he said in a muffled voice.
"Get your clothes back on! We're going to Chinatown and you're driving!"
"Why?"
"Because that way you can't assault me while I'M trying to drive! Get moving!" She put one foot on his shoulder and jumped up and over his back.
"Just a sec!" Bean whirled to his feet and whipped an arm around her waist as she tried to leave the room. "You gonna do it with me?"
"We're going to see Granny Hao first. I'm hoping that will take care of it!"
"We ain't going nowhere, babe, until I know you're telling the truth! You gonna do it with me?" His face began to twitch again. "I believe you, OK? Someone must've programmed me and told me to do you. This never would've been my idea. But the freakin' program's still running!"
"Uhh..."
"Quick, goddammit�" His teeth clenched in pain. "I can't keep a handle on it any other way!"
"Yes! Yes! I promise, after we see her, I'll let you have sex with me!" She made a mental reservation�not unless there's no other choice�but the promise seemed necessary at that moment. "Can we go now?"
She wrenched out of his grip and ran to the kitchen to get her jacket, frantically buttoning her blouse. Recalling that her panties were still on the living room floor, she ran past Bean to get them and put them on. Evading his grasping hands, she retreated to the kitchen and hoisted his heavy jacket from the floor. "Get dressed and show me where your car is!"
Bean grumbled, but picked up his shirt and pulled it back over his head, buttoned up his jeans, then took his jacket from her and shouldered into it. They left the house at a run, but Rally doubled around to the kitchen window and scooped up her guns from the grass and broken glass. She didn't fail to lock the door behind her.

Continued in Part Two!
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