A Dirty TASK Needs Doing Pt. 02

"Hey boys," I said, cheerfully as Hot perked up. The two men gaped at me. "Cat got your tongues?"

And I flicked the plentiful pussy juice that remained glistening on my fingers onto the machine I had been hiding behind. The droplets struck some exposed wires and sparkled as electricity surged through closed circuits, turning the sucker on.

It, by the way, was a laser combiner.

That is, it took all the tiny lasers that they were making and stuck them together so they'd fire at the same time. Unfortunately, it was only half finished. No one had put the restraining bolts on that would keep the lasers attached to the central drum – which started to spin in preparation for firing the lasers. The lasers swung, like the spiky bits on a that spiky thing with chains that olden days Knights had used to mash each other's faces in, and the lasers turned on. The whipping motion of the power cables was pretty chaotic, and so I ducked low as the laser beams scythed around the room. Since the slaves had all left, there was only Hot and the two goons to worry about.

The two goons fell in a bunch of smoking chunks.

Hot, though, flung herself behind cover. The pussy juice dried up and the machine shut down. A moment later, Hot was springing out of cover, her flamethrowers lifted up and aimed right at me. I rolled away as twin jets of streaming napalm rushed past where I had stood. I felt the heat along my back as I sprang up and ran towards her. She swung the flamers at me and I rolled to the ground. The jets were so powerful that I had plenty of room to roll under, and only a few tiny drips hit my back. They started to smolder on the jumpsuit, but I didn't feel it through the skintight armor I was wearing underneath.

This got me near one of the goongibs. Their rifles were cut to so many smoking pieces, but one of their pistols had survived. I yanked it free, spun around, and fired off two quick shots. Hot jerked back, but not before I hit the tank on one of her flamer gloves. The tank self-sealed, but her swearing was quite inventive.

I grinned and backed away, looking back. Soo was still a quivering mess behind the laser combiner – looking dazed at the power of her climax. That was cool. Hot stood again, and this time, she had something new. Two new things, actually. The first was a gas mask that she had tugged over her fierce features and the second was the cigar that she had been smoking. She had popped it in half and revealed that it concealed something that looked a lot like a grenade. Laughing, she overhanded it at my face. I dove out of the way and the grenade hit the ground behind me. It exploded with a pfink noise and greenish spoke blew out into a vast cloud.

I, needless to say, quickly started to hold my breath.

Hot started to back up, her voice muffled by the gas mask. "TASK agent in laser room 1!"

A voice came from the PA. A voice that wasn't just sexy. It was, like, sexuality poured into liquid, then that liquid was turned into sound, then that sound was dripped into my ears, right into my brain. It was a voice that husked and purred and yet, with other women (including yours truly) it'd be...way too much. Like you were trying to be sexy, and thus, ruined the sexiness. But with this woman, that level of trying just fucking worked. It was a voice that made my cock even harder than Soo's cute butt had. And, I mean...

I got yellow fever. And Soo had given me total fucking yellow plague.

Shit, was that racist?

Either way, I hope that the level of drop dead fucking sex that was coming from the PA was been gotten across.

The actual words were almost unimportant: "Oh do we Hot? Well, lets see how she handles herself. I'll put the music on."

I blinked as Hot rolled her shoulders and lowered her fists. Since she wasn't flaming, I stepped out of the cloud, then waved my hand under my face to make sure the smoke was clearing away. Once it was gone, I breathed in a bit. The gas floated behind me, remaining right in place, like a big old 'i fucking double dog dare you to back way, bitch' sign. But as I glanced back from looking at that, I saw that Hot...was taking off her gas mask. And her gloves. She unlatched them as the music started to play. Synth strings. A catchy beat, which made Hot roll her shoulders slowly. With her mask off and her gloves off and her flamer tanks off, I could see her rippling arm muscles and felt the urge to just sink my teeth into them.

Not in a fighting way. I mean, yeah, she had tried to light me on fire.

But that was just professional stuff.

Then she undid her jacket and shucked it off, revealing a midriff exposing top and girl-abs that definitely forgave the whole 'tried to light me on fire' thing. Holy shit. She slapped her knuckles together and grinned at me as the lyrics to one of those incessantly peppy 1980s dance songs that sounded cheerful but were probably about date rape or something started to fill the air. WHAM? Maybe?

"Ready?" Hot asked, her voice throaty.

"Unf," I said, thrusting my hips at her.

Hot charged forward. She swung her fist in a brutal haymaker. I jerked to the side, grabbed her wrist, then kicked high. She jerked her head backwards, evading the blade of my foot. Then she brought her elbow down, almost shattering my knee. I rolled free, then sprang up, my left foot almost in the gas. Some of it floated near me and I held my breath before jumping forward. I leaped off a piece of machinery, swinging downwards at her. She lifted both arms, slapping them together, so that my fist impacted her forearms. This jarred me backwards and she responded with lightning fast jabs to my chest. I knocked one aside, then another, but then the third caught me in the gut and sent me flying backwards almost five feet. I skidded along the ground, coughing and clutching at my chest.

"Nice," I said, grinning.

She chuckled. "I've taken down two S-genes. Though, to be fair..." She started forward. "Both of them weren't as hot as you."

I ducked her haymaker and her fist smashed into the wall. The wall turned out to be thin metal over plaster, because the metal crumpled and dust filled the air. The chunk of metal tinged as it hit the ground. Since I was already ducking, I grabbed it and lifted it up. Her third punch smashed into it and bent it inwards so far that her knuckles almost bumped my nose. Well, the metal mold of them at least. I twisted the metal sheet, trying to wrench her wrist around, but Hot yanked it back as I sprang to my feet.

The music was beginning it's third chorus.

Baby give it up! Baby give it up!

"Why the music?" I asked, panting.

"The Lady has a sense of style..." Hot purred.

"Aww, thank you Hot," the sensual voice purred from the PA.

I glanced back. Soo was starting to get to her feet. Soo would soon be getting up. Meanwhile, Marcy was in my ear, hissing.

"Kimmy! Kimmy! Pull the funk out of there! Right now!"

I grinned. "Pull out?" I jerked aside as another brutal jab at my throat missed me by a tiny hair. I pulled off a quick snapkick, slamming my leg into Hot's abdomen. Her belly was as steel hard as I had expected. "I haven't even cum!"

"N-Not that kind of pull out!" Marcy squealed in my earbud.

"Well, yeah," I said, grinning as Hot danced from foot to foot. She was a puncher, but I was still halfway ready for the sudden flurry of kicks she started to let loose – two to the left, a pop-jump kick to the right. I jerked back, skidding closer and closer to Soo with every move. "I'm totally knocking her up."

"I'd like to see you try!" Hot laughed. "My Lady hasn't even managed that."

"Oh, Hot, you're making me blush!" the sensual voice chimed in.

"Sorry, m'lady." Hot actually looked bashful.

But then Soo had to go and fucking ruin the good time we were having. She had gotten to her feet and pulled her gun. She fired it twice into the air, and one of the PA speakers shattered with a spray of sparks and a shower of plastic fragments. The music wound down, like someone had tipped over the record set. Both Hot and I jerked away from one another and Soo aimed again. This time, her bullets struck the gas containers stacked beside hot. The lasing gas – mostly helium – sprayed into the air and Hot's voice became high and squeaky as she jerked away from her.

Soo grabbed my wrist and ran with me to the door. Dragged me, really.

"Rematch! I'll fucking rematch you, Hot!" I shouted.

"It's on!" she squeaked back. Then, as Soo and I got to the door, she waved her hand at the two dozen black jumpsuited goons who had just been waiting to charge through the far door. They rushed in, rifles at the ready.

But Soo and I were already around the corner.

***

"This is bad, this is bad, this is bad," Soo hissed as the two of us sprinted along the corridor of the base. She was reloading her pistol as we ran. I pumped my arms, keeping pace with her.

"I know!" I snarled. "I was like, half a minute away from riding Hot's sweet ass like it was the Kentucky Derby! But nooo, you had to interrupt a perfectly good fist fight with an amazonian badass by shooting at people!"

"Not the time Kim-EE!" Soo squeaked as we rounded the corner and ran into two goons who were rushing in the opposite direction. Since they skidded to a stop to gape at us, I figured that they were coming from another part of the base to get at us. Both goons gaped as I turned my momentum into a quick wall run, launched off the wall with a twisting snap kick that slammed into the jaw of the first one. The second one, I flicked my wrist and sent one of my feminization pills right down his throat. He swallowed convulsively. Stood there for a few seconds.

Then with a loud pop, he transformed from athletic Asian guy in black jumpsuit to goddamn curvaceous supermodel Asian chick...in black jumpsuit. Well, a black jumpsuit that strained against her full, pendulous breasts like a second skin, hugging to her thighs and her cooter with enough tautness that I could see her pussy lips. She gaped, looking down at herself. But before she or Soo could start speaking, I moved behind her. My hands cupped her breasts and squeezed them as I purred in her ear.

"Heyyy, baby," I whispered, my fingers finding her nipples as I ground my hard, hard cock against her. "Which way to the vehicle garage?"

"W-What? No...I...what?" the girl mewled like a confused and incredibly horny kitten. "I-I'm m-man..." She gasped as my fingers sank into her cushy tits, making her roll her head back and moan louder. Sweeter. The pounding sound of footsteps was getting louder and louder as Soo gaped at me as if I had turned a guy into a girl and had stopped mid-chase scene to fondle her amazing tiddies.

I grinned and nibbled on her ear. "If you tell us where the garage is, I'll stick this big fat girldick inside your hot, eager, desperately wet cunny and give you a first time as a girl you'll never forget."

"Room B3!" she gasped, rocking her hips against me, her teeth sinking into her lower lip. "M-My keycard."

Soo grabbed it from her hip and I turned the girl around, kissing her deeply. Her tongue and mine met and played as I reached between her thighs. I stroked her sex through her jumpsuit, even as Soo hissed: "Kimmy! Kimmy! Kimmy!"

The girl shuddered in orgasmic bliss just as Hot and the other thirty or so goons that were chasing us came around the corner. As curvy girl-guard trembled in my arms, I hefted her up, with one hand on her shoulder blades and my other on her deliciously cushy rump, then tossed her underhanded to Hot, who caught her and staggered backwards in confusion.

And with a cheeky wave, I tossed a smart bomb to the ground. I turned and started to run as it clattered – and then flashed. Smoke exploded from it, filling the corridor, so the bullets that were fired into the cloud went wild as Soo and I ran away.

But over the din, my sharp S-gene ears caught the sounds of words.

Soft. Purring. Hungry words.

"Call me..."

The two of us reached Room 3B and Soo had the keycard in the reader a moment later. The door whisked open with a hiss and I saw the garage wasn't just a garage. It was also a fucking moon pool – a large dappled bit of water that rippled and glinted under the bright lights of the overhead lamps. The garage itself was self contained, though the roof looked as if it could open. There were several stealth helicopters that were resting on large landing platforms, but what drew my eyes were the semi-submersible jetski hoverbikes that were racked on the wall next to the moon pool.

"What are those?" Soo whispered.

"Uh, semi-submersible jetski hoverbikes," I said, looking at her. "You never seen them before?"

"No, because they don't exist!" Soo squeaked.

"Hey, it's not my fault baselines haven't built them commercially yet," I said, rolling my eyes. "I designed something similar in middle school. Never made one. Didn't have access to plutonium."

Soo squeaked – but then I was dragging her to the first of them. Several technicians emerged from a side room – which looked like it held armored diving suits. One of them was toting a harpoon gun. For use under water, I was sure. They aimed it at me and fired without even calling out a warning. I jerked to the side and the harpoon shot past my ear, its rope hissing against my shoulder. I kept the momentum up, rolling and coming to my knees, drawing my pistol as I did so. I fired and hit the compressed air tank in the harpoon gun's stock, which exploded with a deafening bang, sending both men reeling without killing them.

Standing, I saw that Soo had grabbed and hauled the hoverbike to the water. It looked like a jetski in its current configuration, and as she got ready to dive into the water, I sprinted forward and leaped. I landed in the driving position, glad that my skintight armor absorbed the impact against my poor, poor, unloved ladyjunk. "Get on!" I shouted at Soo. "You get to ride bitch and-"

One of the techies had gotten to his feet. He was grabbing his own harpoon gun, swinging it around. Soo grabbed it from him, kicked him in the knee, then wrested the harpoon gun free while also smashing the stock into his jaw. As he sprawled to the metal grating of the garae's floor, she swung to face me, then leaped onto the hoverbike's back. It rocked under me and I grinned.

"Or maybe you get to ride shotgun," I purred, leaning back into her, looking over my shoulder and wiggling my eyebrows.

"Drive!" she shouted as the goons who had been chasing us spilled into the room. I triggered the sub-mode. The bike shimmered and a cockpit made of clear plastic snapped into life around us as the engines roared to life. I pushed the controls forward and we dove under the moonpool, rushing towards an artificial cave mouth that lead to the open ocean.

"We'll pick you up on the beaches of South Korea!" Marcy said in my ear. "Okay?"

"Got it," I said, cheerfully as we popped out of the water like corks. The plastic screen slid back down as I flicked us to jetski mode, then hit the engines. Wind roared at us as the engine screeched to life. Water sprayed behind us as we rocketed away from the island. I grinned as Soo's hand cupped one of my breasts as she clung to me. "You can work the nip you know!" I called back to her.

"Helicopter!" she shouted.

"Good safe word!" I said, cheerfully, then twisted the control as the two attack helicopters, launched from the island base, filled the sea where we had been with bullets. I glanced backwards and saw the two helicopters banking as they tried to flank us in. Soo turned back, shouldering the harpoon gun. She aimed and shouted.

"Slow!"

I decelerated. One of the helicopters shot overhead, while another one managed to react faster, keeping pace with us. Soo kept the one shooting by over our heads in her sight and fired the harpoon. It slammed into the thin aluminum skin of the helicopter's belly and took. As it settled there, Soo leaned against my shoulder, her arm gripping the harpoon gun to her chest. The cable and the gun remained connected, the cable loosing whatever slack it had as the helicopter pulled away overhead.

"You said this was a hovercycle, right?" she shouted in my ear over the roar of blades and the whine of the engine.

"Chup!" I said, grinning. I flicked the engines from jetski to hoverbike. The belly of the bike unfolded, four prongs lifting from the water, ducted fans glittering on each. They roared to life and, with a spray of water, we shot up and out of the water. The attack helicopter we were leashed too swung back and away, trying to jerk us away. I kept pace with it, gritting my teeth.

"You're being laser painted!" Marcy screamed in my ear.

"Now!" I shouted to Soo – having guessed her plan. I swung the bike around, so that the cable went taut. The helicopter would have pulled the gun from her hands, save that Soo had tossed it outwards, flinging it towards...the other helicopter. The harpoon gun smashed into the rear rotors of the helicopter, and within a second, had been sucked into the spinning blades. Metal fragments flew, but the rope snarled like sticking a T-shirt caught in a bicycle's spokes. The two helicopters slewed towards one another, dragged by tail and belly, towards one another. Both pilots tried to pull away, but it was too late.

I banked backwards.

The helicopter who had laser painted us, though, had one last middle finger.

His missile shot upwards as the two helicopters smashed into one another and exploded. The missile's engine flared and my eyes widened as it circled around and shot towards us, like a massive, hateful dildo. I cut the engines and the hoverbike dropped. We smashed into the water, sank like a stone-

And the missile went off with a roar. Something smashed into my head.

And everything went black.

***

I groaned slowly. When I came to wakefulness, it was with a pounding headache and enough girl-wood for someone to start a sustainable logging industry. A logging industry called 'giving Kimberly Woods a goddamn blowjob.' CEO...Amanda O'Neill. The mental image of my arrogant bitch of a pilot going down on me was enough to get me sitting up and grinning, despite my headache. I heard the sound of the waves before I opened my eyes – and saw that I was on a desolate looking greyish beach. But there was a sight that made the whole beach entirely moot.

Soo, emerging from the water, her body dripping, her jumpsuit clinging to every slinky fold of her smoking hot body, holding a fish in one hand. She shook her head and her hair glittered like silk covered with diamonds in the morning sunlight. I noticed a small firepit beside me. Smoke was rising from it. Then she was walking towards me, her voice all fucking professional spy-agent.

"You're awake. Good. That was a pretty big chunk of helicopter that hit your head."

I rubbed my head. Found the bruise. Fortch, it was already fading under my fingertips. I grinned ruefully. "Did you get us to South Korea?"

"Yeah, but your com-bead got smashed," she said. "Not sure if they know where we are. So, I've started the smoke signal." She nodded. "And went fishing."

"You caught some fish with your bare fucking hands?" I grinned. "Arousal levels set to eleven." I purred, doing my best Mr. Sulu impression.

Soo looked un-amused. "You almost got us killed, thinking with your...your freakish dick instead of your brain! What kind of agent are you? How could you...you..." Her eyes were widening as I shifted and adjusted my posture. My breasts were tingling with the cool morning air, and at some point in the fight, the breast bindings had slipped off, so my cushy tits were on display against my stolen jumpsuit. My nipples were hard little nubs, two exclamation points at the end of sensual sentences. And, well, my hard-on strained against my crotch, bulging against the inside of my thigh. Soo stammered. "Y-You..."