Body Heat

Body Heat

Rating: NC-17 (definitly not for children)
Summary: A young woman grows up in a world were she must struggle daily with her inner rage.
A/N: Dark Angel story. Another one of Manticores creations. What if a genetically altered woman was in heat non-stop?
Disclaimer: Transgenics weren't my idea. Apparently they were the only survivors of Mr. Titanic himself. (that was supposed to be a joke....c'mon laugh)

Chapter 1: Loosen Up, Girl

Hi. My name is Frankie. I wasn't born like normal people...I was created. The term that they gave us was transgenic. The place was Manticore. My home for the first 10 years of my life. Up until a small group of X5s decided to escape.

I went with them. But I wasn't one of them. They were transgenics too. But I wasn't an X5. Or any X series actually. But I was made at the same time of the X5s. I turned out better than they expected. So after they (Lydecker and the Committee) were done with whatever I was created for, I was placed in the X5 group. 599 was aware of me, but accepted me openly. His siblings did as well. And in no time at all, I had molded and became an X5. Got my barcode and designation as initiation to boot.

Max walks over and sits on an armrest of a couch across from me, "You know what you need?" She pauses as I look up at her, "You need to relax." She gets up, grabs my arm, "C'mon, I'll take you to Crash an you can loosen up!"

"I agree with Maxie." Zack speaks in defense of his sister. "Besides, I could use a little loosening up, myself."

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Meanwhile, back at Manticore, Renfro stumbles across the file containing my information. "Hmmm...what do we have here....?" She reads it over. "Oh this is perfect." She looks up at Jordan, her right hand flunkie, "Why haven't you brought this to my attention before?"

He answers, "Your focus was the X5s, not this one, Sir."

Renfro continues, "She is an X5, is she not?" Jo nod nods. "Well, technically she is. So I amrectrect in a way. Her genetic work-up interests me greatly. I'm surprised that they actually attempted this feat." She glanced thru the file again, then looked up to her flunkie, "Round up a crew, and find her."
Jordan nodded then left.

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Max was right. I did need to get out and have some fun. I'm having the time of my life right now. Not a care in the world. Keeping my thoughts active with the loud ing ing music is keeping my cravings at bay.

Zack had asked me to dance. Max was seated at a table with Original Cindy.

"So, this one's from Manticore too?" OC takes a swig of her beer. "She one of your lost siblings?"

"Yes." Max nodded. "Zack didn't tell me he found her till the other night, when he brought her here."

Suddenly all the fast paced music stopped and a slow song came on. Everyone on the dance floor partnered up. That caught my attention. Watching all those bodies come together in that way, was not a good thing. I was frozen on the floor and couldn't move. Zack made the mistake and embracing me, pulling me to him as he started to dance to the slow music.

My voice was caught in my throat, and I melted to his body. Zack was unaware that my hand was traveling down his body.

"Damn, she's gettin awfully friendly with you bro, Boo." OC commented at seeing us.

Max looked over and her eyes went wide, "Oh shit!" She jumped from her seat and made her way to us. As she approached the dance floor, she saw me whisper something to Zack, then watched as he escorted me off the floor. The numerous bodies on the floor made it hard for Max to get to us in
time. When we left the place thru a back door, she had no choice but to get back to her table.

"Where'd they go?" OC asked as Max came back.

"I don't know where she's taking him, but I know what she's planning." Max stated, snatching her cell and leaving the place out the front door.

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He carried me into the room, cradling me like a little child. He set me gently upon the bed, reaching up with his hand to move my golden hair out o eye eyes. I looked up at him and he could see the need in my eyes.

He was hooked. We were so lost in the sudden lust to have each other. The music from the club had only fueled the desires.

I opened my mouth and was about to speak when he put a finger on my lips to hush me. I slumped back in defeat. He moved his hands to unbutton my blouse, and I moaned in urgency. As he propped himself up with one hand, the other moved to massage my stomach. I closed my eyes
and shuddered in passion.

He smiled in victory and leaned over to match my urgency with a kiss. As we kiss, his hands wandered over my luscious body, feeling every arch, never missing an inch of flesh. His mouth moved down my b smo smothering himself between my breasts.

Soon I could feel how hard he’d gotten while doing ludacris things to me. The hardness made me shudder more and I moaned desperately. He looked at me and the gleam in my eye was even more noticeable than bef I I squirmed under him, rubbing myself against his clothed hardness. He knew what I wanted and proceeded to unbutton himself and allowed me to play with his cock, the way I wanted.

Suddenly, the passion was shattered when the door was kicked open and a group of people burst in. Two from the group went over and grabbed me, moving me safely away from him. Tears welled up in my eyes as they comforted me.

I slumped against the wall, weakening by the moment. They noticed right away. A girl comments, “Logan, it’s too late…she's already tasted him.” Logan looks and sees what Max says is true.

I begin to shudder from withdrawal and a tear falls from my eye, “Please…” I manage to mutter. Logan comes over to her and places a hand on her face, “It's gonna be ok, Frankie.” He stands up and motions for his friends to carry me to the car.

As Bling scoops me up, I moan in need and in frustration and my crying becomes more audible. Logan returns his look to the Zack, “Are you suicidal?”

Zack answers, “Everything would have been fine, if you had only left us alone!!” Zack left on his motorcycle and Logan stormed out.

They quickly dashed to Aztek and piled in. Logan started the car and soon we were on our way. From the back I pleaded, “Why'd you do that?”

Max answered without turning around, “As soon as you went off with Zack…we HAD to intervene.”

She looked at Max, with tears and a in in her eyes, she commented, “Manticore made me this way. I am trying to deal with it as best I can. I am only human!!”

Max sighed, “But you were so sure that you would be ok. Seems to me you were just looking for a way out to subside your cravings.” I replied to that by staring at the floor of the car.

“Listen, Frankie…I understand your pain. But Max is right. You don't have enough control and you persisted on going to Crash with Max.” Logan states as he pulled up to a building known as Foggle Towers. I don't answer. “Frankie?” He stops the car and turns around.

What he sees is a sight of awe and wonderment--I've fallen asleep. Logan whispers to the others, “Without waking her, carry her to roomroom.”

They all nod at each other and begin to carry out the order. In good time they have reached an empty guest room. Bling lays me down, and I stir. They freeze and watch to see if I'll awaken. I only turn over, but now I face them.

Asha comments, “We should let res rest.” The others agree, and all but Max leaves the room.

As soon as Max sits down next to me, I open my eyes. I do not utter a word, Max just looks at me. She then smiles at me, “Are you feeling a little better?” She asks calmly.

I sit up in bed, leaning back against the wall. I calmly reply, “I am sor--“ Max puts up her hand in a stop motion.

“What were you thinking, Frankie?” She sighs, “We are not happy at your little escapade.” At that I look away, still in desperate need, but now angered by her words. "And Zack should've known better than to egg you on.....the way he did."

Max pauses to watch me, "Obviously you've lost control of yourself. Have you been taking your meds?" She paused seeing my expression.

I looked at her and then to the floor. “The meds aren't working." Looking straight at her now, "It's too hard to keep control--even when I do take them."

Max sighed and stood up, “Please, Frankie. I don't want you to attract attention. It's not safe for us to go out flashing neon signs. Promise me you'll be careful.”

I tilted my head in thought, then replying, “I don’t know if I…!”

Max interrupts me, “Look…just try. That's all I'm asking. Your my baby sister, Frankie. We won't lose you to them."

My eyes slowly meet with her, “If I agree to do this, how do I know I won’t fail, and get us all captured?"

She moves over to the door and answers confidently, “Zack makes sure that we remain safe. Your part of our family. Now, rest up and get some strength.”

After she left the room, I moved to the edge of the bed, Stupid Manticore.
Why did they do this to me? I bury my head in my hands, Why can’t they just leave us alone?!

Chapter 2: The Nightmare

I obediantly follow Lydecker to a room with a one way mirror. After entering the room, a TAC leader spoke to me, “On the bed, 681.” I sit on the bed as commanded. My two TAC leader escorts leave immediately, returning to the other room, currently occupied by Techs in lab coats.

Two Techs enter and hook me up to some montiors, unhooking some after getting a prelimanary reading. They leave as Lydecker enters the room with a nameless volunteer. "You know what to do." Lydecker spoke to the man, then he followed the two techs into the other room.

Without a word, the man strips himself of his clothing. He stands there in his boxers, catching my full attention. He didn't seem to care that I was so young. As for me, Manticore's teachings are the only thing I know.

I stood there and gazed at him. Hungrily eyeing his tone upper build, imagining those muscular arms pinning me to the bed, as he savored my body inside and out. Using my ability, I did a scan of his body and spoke aloud for Lydecker to hear, "No diseases detected. Already looks hard. Good stamina, won't tire right away. Very muscular, likes it rough and fast." I picked all that up just by looking at him.

As he was told, he circled me, making sure to brush up against me, giving me that needed push. The moment he moved to step away from me, I grabbed his arm--Ooh, those muscles.--and tugged him to me.

He faced me and I slowly came into his embrace. Lydecker watched from the other room, taking notes on his creation. So far, so good, 681. You're turning out real well. And they told me a sexually active transgenic was impossible. The man gently rocked me slowly, gettin me into a seductive rythym.

As Lydecker watched me, he thought about what made me ‘tick’. I was specifically made for situations like this. Hormones that worked at a faster rate than normal. A body made from every man’s--young and old--dream. I had been taugh how how to read a man and supply his needs. The government considered me to be a very dangerous weapon. They made me with an intent to kill. Innocent eyes that drew a man close to his own death. I was a mixture of a goddess and a venus flytrap.

But somewhere along the way, I got addicted. Various times I'd explode in a hormonal rage, even going as far as jumping the techs in lab coats. Lydecker was furious at that. For a while there, it seemed as if I was growing
disobedient and independent minded, like the X5s I was soon to be placed with. The Committe gave Lydecker a chance at redeeming my obedience. Seems they were relectuant to terminate a one-pure-lucky chance creation.

When I couldn't feed my urges, seizures would begin to overcome me. Lydecker often gave me medication, instead of hacking me up to find what went wrong. Like they did with Jack. The Committee agreed to the meds I was given. After all, Lydecker made a bargain with them and promised that I would learn control.

We crossed over and crawled into bed. The slightest touch from my victim, sent ecstasy through me. He looked into my eyes as he slowly came into me. Immediately, my urges corrupted me and I took over. The beep of the machines I was hooked up to, alerted Lydecker and the techs that I was losing control. They burst into the room, just as the man started screaming in a paniced tone, while trying to free himself of me.

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Suddenly, the mans scream molded into mine as I sat bolt upright in bed, in the safety of Logans penthouse. Max then came into the room, as I realized enough to stop screaming and starting crying. Max pulled me into a comfort hug. "It's ok, Frankie. You had a nightmare, that's all it was."

"It was.......horrible......!" I managed to sputter.

Chapter 3: Escaped flash back - 2009

I couldn't fall back asleep, so Logan requested to here my version of the escape and what I'd been up to afterwards.

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Zack threw the signal and we burst thru a window out into the coldness. We all knew the regroup point, so immediately we split up to give our handlers a run for thier money.

Zack was already there, when I reached it. Six others were with us. Zack motioned for us to lay low. He took up watch position, and we all kept alert. Soon more and more joined us. Zack then motioned that we couldn't wait any longer. He jumped over the log and faced us. We encircled him, and watchs hes he dished out the signals. We were soon paired up and off again. Some of us were caught. Some of us were killed. I learned later on, that 12 of us got out. Zack told me, when we met up again a few years later. We kept in touch thru a contact number.

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I skipped ahead to the part of the story of what I'd been up to since the escape.

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Damn them for making me horny, then watching as I suffered. That’s why I ran. To not go through such an ordeal. Shit. Must keep moving, can’t let them find me, and drag me back.

I was a woman now. My goddess-like beauty only doubled as I emerged from a child to a woman. Though Manticore taught me how to attract a man by using my skills, my body wound up doing most of the work.

Now entering Los Angeles. I read the sign to myself. The driver pulled off the road to let me out.

“That’s as far as I’m taking you.” He spoke to me. As much as he enjoyed the free ride I gave him last night, he was too faithful to his wife to continue.

I thanked him and began to walk, noticing the driver turn and head back the
way he came. I paused and one look toward the sky made me think of trying
to find a place to crash.

I began to start walking again, but froze upoeingeing a sector squad car approach me. Great! I just get here and already busted.

I was relived when he scolded me for wandering the streets and brought me to a place where I could stay. I had found a night’s lodgings. A nice lady showed me where I could sleep. She helped me to set up a bunk in a far corner.

“Now why would you want to sleep way over here?” She questioned my choice.

“I’m not a people person.” I quickly answer. “Thanks. I can take care of it from here.”

She took my signal and moved away, shaking her head. I ignored her. I was heavily concentrating on wondering if I could get by on just the medication for tonight.

“You must be new here.” A male voice broke my concentration. I look up at the figure.

“Yeah.” I was about to say something to make him leave, when I notice his build. Oh god no. Not now. I turn away, which throws him off. I didn't want to start off bad here. Something kept telling me not to, so I held back.

“I’m sorry if I’m bothering you. Just thought I’d welcome you.”

I stop and look at him again. I stand straight up, “Thank you.” I glance around the open room, then look back to him, “Look. I don’t mean to be rude, but it’d be best if you didn’t talk to me anymore.”

He began to turn away, “Ok.” He sounded a little defeated, and he wouldn’t stop looking at me. Obviously, I was unknowingly sending signals to him, thru my actions. Oh well, happens all the time.

I tried to go back to my work, but I could feel him watchin me. Oh hell. Take a man tonight, so I don't wind up killing someone later. I had no interest in leaving a trail.

“What’s your name?” I say, trying to bring him back. It works.

“Jonathon. What’s yours?”

“Frankie.” I walk over to him, “Is there someplace we could talk without disturbing the peace here?”

He nods and shows me the way. We wind up in a different room. He left the door open, I move to shut it. His expression hits me, and I start to regret my choice. I grip the doorhandle to keep me against the wall.

“Are you ok?” He noticed my shaking and approaches me.

“Stay back.” I shout and freeze him in his spot, only briefly.

“Maybe I should get help.” He moves to the door. Big mistake. I am on him instantly. 'm 'm pressed up against him and eagerly reaching for the prize. “Please, fuck me......please.” I pleaded.

He manages to get control of the situation and straps me down to the bed. How lucky to pick a room where the bed had straps. He pulls away from me. “I’m getting help.” He bolts of tof the room leaving me there.

I begin crying. I gave in, but was stopped--yet again. Two orderlies enter and soon I’m sedated. It was suggested by one orderly to leave me here overnight and check on me in the morning. The second orderly nodded and the nice lady agreed.

I tug at the straps. Well…feels like home already. I begin crying again.
Eventually I fall asleep.


The next morning, I awaken and find that I have free movement again. I sit up and notice a breakfast tray next to me on a table.

“Have a good sleep?” Came the lady’s voice.

“Look. I didn’t mean to cause any trouble.” I move to be able to search in my bag, and I pull out my last bottle of meds. The lady watches as I take them.

“Are you an addict or something?” She questioned as she watched me.

I place the bottle back in my bag and stand up, “Or something…” I mutter
moving to leave the room. She stands up and tries to block me. “I’m leaving. Thanks for letting me stay here.” She moves aside and lets me go.

“You’re more than welcome to stay. Not gonna let one little problem stand in the way of safe lodgings.”

I frown, “No place is safe for me.” And I leave her in the room. I pass Jonathon by in the hallway. I hear him call my name, but I don’t stop.

Suddenly he’s in front of me, “Wait! Frankie, why are you leaving?”

“I’m sorry bout last night.”

He shakes his head and chuckles, “Forget about it. Just chalk it up to me being irrisitable.”

I don’t laugh and begin to move, and again he stops me, “Just let me go.
I don’t want to be your murderer.”

My comment throws him off and I am able to leave. Once outside I breath a sigh of relief. Survived …barely. Still, I’ll need to make up for last night. I walked away from the building. Gotta keep moving.


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Immediatley I had fallen asleep.

"Looks like it worked." Logan spoke as Max slipped a blanket over me.

"Yeah." Max spoke in her usual sarcastic tone, "IF only I'd have thought of getting her to wear herself out. Logan you are a genius." They smiled at each o the then headed to seperate rooms for the nite.


TBC