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Love's Guardian

Stephen B. Pearl

Race is a private eye, ex cop in the year 2105. As a left over from an undercover mission he must struggle to control Ralph, an artificial personality implanted in Race so that he could infiltrate the crime syndicates. Ralph is a sociopath, immune to the anti violence conditioning everyone receives at the age of ten. The Race personality retains control of his body until Astra, Race's secret fantasy, is slipped protoerotoskillen, a drug that turns her into a love-slave. To save Astra, Race releases the Ralph personality so that he can force Todd, Astra’s handler, to tell him how to counter the drug.


Race also forces Todd to give evidence against the crime syndicate to the police.

Lois, a dirty cop breaks Todd out of police custody and takes him to Percival, the local crime boss. Percival becomes aware of Ralph's existence and decides to increase Race's stress level so that the Ralph personality can take control. With the precision of a chess master Percival uses protoerotoskillen and venusfly, a drug that induces a nearly irresistible lust, to manipulate Race’s family and friends towards their destruction.

Will Race realise his loved ones are under attack in time to save them? Is Astra=s love real or drug induced, and will it be enough to hold Race’s sanity together? What does Ralph think of this situation, and can a sociopath learn to love? Most importantly, how can a man who can=t hit back defend what he holds dear?





99528 Words





Cover Art:

T.L. Davison


Terrie Lynn Balmer


Stephen B. Pearl

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THE DARK-HAIRED Adonis approached the double bed. The muscles of his broad chest rippled, and his large cock bobbed with each step.

“Damn, I hate it when I’m right.” Race focussed the image on the man’s too perfect face then hit a button accessing the central computer’s ident files. A moment later the caption appeared on the bottom of the screen ‘LARS P. ANGELO – Fraud, Petty Theft, Grand Theft Auto.’ He backed off the screen to show the bed. A large-busted blonde lay naked in its centre. She was a shining example of the plastic surgeon’s art. Her long hair framed an Angel face, while her legs were pure muscle and her skin too perfect to be true.

“Fancy meeting you here, Misses. ‘Please call me Diana’ Winters,” quipped Race.

Lars knelt on the bed and caressed the rounded curve of Diana’s breasts.

Another man appeared on the screen. He was Asian with a wiry build and boyish features. His hair had been dyed with gold streaks. He kissed gently up Diana’s inner thigh.

“My my...” Race focussed on the second man’s face and called for an ident. The system took longer, and he examined the inside of his car. Old, fast food wrappers littered the back seat of the battered compact. The charge metre, in his dash, read just over half, and the ageing, vinyl upholstery crackled when he shifted his weight. The screen and computer were built into the front dash between the driver and passenger seats. The system beeped, and he looked down at the screen.

‘NOEL LEE - Break and Enter, Trespassing, Robbery, Fraud.’

“Nice choice in playmates, Diana.” Race backed off the focus so that it encompassed the entire bed then turned up the volume.

“Mmm.” Diana reached out and caressed Lars’s hard cock. Noel’s lips kissed her sex, running his tongue deeply into her.

“Ahaa.” Diana pulled Lars to her. He stroked his fingers through her hair as she ran her tongue the length of his dick. Gripping his shaft, she encircled the head with her lips and inched down his length, obviously savouring every centimetre. The way she writhed on the bed spoke to her enjoyment of the men worshipping her body.

“Damn, if I wasn’t so honest, I could make a mint with a tape like this.” Race felt his own manhood harden in his slacks.

Noel slowly licked his way along Diana’s slit then fastened his lips over her clit, sucking it. She moaned around Lars’s dick. He licked his fingers and tugged on her nipples.

Noel pulled away, running his tongue up her body, pausing to suckle her. Lars withdrew from her mouth and took her other nipple between his lips. Two sets of hands explored her body. She hugged her lovers around their necks, clamping them to her tits as they tongued and suckled her. Noel slipped his fingers into her cunt while Lars played with her clit. Noel replaced the fingers in her cunt with his thumb. Spreading his palm, he teased the ring of her ass with his middle finger.

“Well now. Aren’t we the kinky one, Mrs. Winters? That is very, very bad for you. Haven’t you read about high-risk activities? I just hope you haven’t given Bill anything that can’t be cured. I need his corporate business.” Race shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

Noel pushed one finger into her ass then another. Diana’s face contorted in a mix of pleasure and pain. Her arms fell away from her lovers’ necks, and she was lifted onto all fours. Lars lay below her, and she felt Noel pressed against her back. She lowered herself onto Lars’ rigid pole, stretching the walls of her cunt then Noel pressed against her back door. It resisted for a second then yielded and allowed him to slide in.

“Not even using condoms. Arseholes!” Race glanced out over the seedy motel’s parking lot. Its neon, vacancy sign looked tacky in the light of day. Diana’s new 2105 Jaguar seemed out of place against the neat row of small, black, electric cars, identical to Race’s, that filled the lot. Beyond the lot the crumbling sprawl of early twenty-first-century, tract housing stretched out on all sides.

On the screen, the three lovers moved in a rhythm that was obviously the result of long practice.

“Fuck me. Fuck me hard. Come on, give me what that old fart can’t.” Diana was flushed, and sweat was pouring off her. The three were moving at a punishing speed.




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 Science fiction. 22nd Century, anti violence conditioning, drug, dirty cop, crime boss, sociopath, love-slave

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