A Dirty TASK Needs Doing Pt. 04

"You have a boom-tube!?" I asked, excitedly.

"No, Kimmy," Tabby said. "That's fictional. It'd be ridiculous."

"Me? Ridiculous?" I asked, sliding my magnetic glove on and using it to grab my laser pistol up from five feet away. "Pfft!"

I was still cheerfully whistling as I walked onto the super-jet...and then I stopped short. Cause sitting next to Marcy, with her hand on my girl's cooter, was another TASK agent. Not Alex. No. This was an S-gene woman. She was broad shouldered, with hair she had dyed a fierce purple. Her skin was seamed with scars and her lips had been split in some long ago battle, giving her a vicious punk look. Her left eye was a slightly different color to her right, and she was dressed in a similar skintight armored suit as me. But unlike me, she had a huge fucking shotgun on her lap, and shoulder mounted rocket launchers.

"Who da fuck is this bitch!?" I asked.

Marcy grabbed the bitch's wrist and shoved it away from her soaked jumpsuit, her whole body bright red. "T-This is, uh..."

"You can call me Top Bitch," the other S-gene said. "TASK says a baby like you can't handle White. So, they're sending me."

I felt a shiver of lust buzzing through me at the casual, I will fuck you up look in her eyes. I grabbed her hand and we both squeezed. She won. I winced slightly and she grinned, then yanked me forward, her voice husky. "You're gonna be getting the materials back while I pin White to a wall and fuck her brains out."

"Isn't she asexual?" I asked.

"Aren't most men straight?" Top Bitch grinned at me, then held up a feminization pill.

"...trueche..." I muttered, narrowing my eyes.

As the superjet took off, I could tell Marcy and Amanda were both reacting the same way I was to Top Bitch: Bridling irritation mixed with confused lust. I watched her as I leaned back in my seat. Top Bitch alternated between checking over her gear and glancing up at me. She flashed me a wicked grin after she had finished giving her gun the once over. I looked away from her and at the tablet in my lap – which contained the list of the supplies the warehouse had held. As I looked down, TB set her rifle aside, then prowled towards me. I shivered, my nipples growing puffy and hard. Top Bitch cupped my cheek with her smooth, gloved hand, then...fucking...kissed me. The tablet slid from my lap.

My eyes widened. She kissed like, well, like me. I had never been kissed by me before, and no, mirrors didn't count. My tongue met hers – and I tried to take some measure of control over. Top Bitch knocked that attempt aside so easily that I melted against her. Well, melted save for the part of me, the sixteen inch part of me, that came to absolute fucking attention. Top Bitch broke the kiss and purred quietly.

"Young S-genes are so feisty," she whispered.

"Bitch," I whispered.

"Damn straight..." Her hands grabbed onto my collar and tugged the zipper down. My breasts bounced free – perky and clearly something TB approved of, because she leaned forward and started to do things to my eager nips. Things I normally did to other girls. Her teeth and lips worked together to give just the right amount of pressure and teasing to send a jolt of lust along my spine and into my brain. My mouth opened and I gasped, then whimpered. Her tongue swirled around my other nipple – leaving the first glistening with her spittle. The prickling feeling of the liquid cooling in the cabin of the super-jet only drove me crazier.

Before I knew it, I was on my back, with my thighs spread. My cock rested against my belly, while my ass was being ground against by the thickness of Top Bitch's immense cock. I panted softly, my whole body burning with embarrassment at how easily Top Bitch made my head spin, my body react. Her touch was like fire. Like a drug. I crooned and bucked my hips against her cock.

Was this how it felt?

Being on a whirlwind?

"Whose Top Bitch?" TB growled.

"Y-You..." I whispered.

"Voommmmmm!" Amanda called from the cockpit.

I wasn't sure if it was Amanda's distaste for S-gene domination, or the flippy-floopy feeling that we sparked in each other back in the gym, but she sounded as impressed by TB as I was by TB the Youtuber (I'm sorry, but anyone who can spend fifteen fucking minutes bitching about resolution sliders was not someone I trusted when it came to taste in video games.) And hearing that sparked my body. I grinned and pushed up, then grabbed onto TB's shoulders. Her eyes widened as I kissed her back. Our cocks ground against one another. Our breasts mashed together. My hands grabbed her ass, squeezed. She cupped one tit and pinched my nipple. I started to fondle her balls. Aggressively. She bit my lower lip.

"G-Girls!" Marcy squeaked. "We're within five minutes of the drop site!"

I pushed TB onto her back. She surged and wriggled underneath me as I tried to pin her arms over her head. She managed to get her arms around my back, dragging me close. She pushed my face against her breasts, mashing my face into her bigger mounds. Yeah, she had bigger tits than me. But you know what they say: It's not about the size of your mountain. It's about who explores them best. My tongue swirled around her hard nipple, then I fastened my mouth on fierce and lamprey like. I wasn't using skill, just force, and TB reacted like I'd jammed a cattle-prod into her pleasure centers. She bucked against me.

My cock slipped between her ass cheeks. But before I knew it, we had tumbled off the sofa and onto the shag carpet. TB rolled me onto my back, her cock and mine bumping against one another as she kissed and sucked on my neck. I crooned and gasped, then reached down. My cock thrust up into the air, while TB's own thick dick was dripping pre onto my belly button. I kissed her hard and fast, trying to distract her as I reached out. A few seconds of groping got my hands around a bottle of lube – kicked my way by a red-as-a-martian Marcy.

I popped the top with my thumb.

Sluiced my dick.

And then TB was pushing away from my kiss. My cock slotted against her ass and she laughed huskily. "Na-ah. They call me Top Bitch for a reason."

She lifted her hips, her palms on my wrists, catching them and pinning my arms over my head. She was shifting backwards, moving so that her own cock was slotting into position. Or at least, that was her plan. Looking past her, I saw Amanda reach casually over and casually flick up the air-brake. Causally, the super-jet slowed down and the momentum jerked TB back and down. My cock slipped into her ass with a loud slurp as she literally sat down on me. Her eyes widened. I took advantage of the moment to jerk my wrists free, grab her hips, surge upwards, and drive her onto her back. She gasped and moaned, her cock spurting pre as I started to just drill her into the carpet.

"T-Two minutes!" Marcy squeaked, moaning softly as she fingerbanged herself.

"Got it!" I hissed.

TB moaned loudly, her back arching, her full breasts jiggling as I thrust into her. Hard. Fast. My balls slapped against her ass as her eyes went cloudy with pleasure. I wasn't trying to go it easy – and so I felt my own climax rushing through me way faster than I would have let me.

We had a minute and ten seconds to go when my balls clenched and I just...filled TB to the brim. Cum burst from around my cock, dripping along her balls, as her own thick girldick spurted her own cum over her own titties. I purred, softly.

"Whose top bitch?" I whispered.

But before I got an answer, Marcy shouted: "G-Get to stations! Launch in T-minus 59 seconds!"

Spoilsport.

***

I hit the dirt and rolled and came to my feet, still glowing with the satisfaction of fuckictory. Which was like victory. But for fucking. I came up and looked around. We were at the location that the TASK high forehead types (read, Tabby) predicted White to have fled too. Well, that, and there were enough trackers in the supplies that it was nearly too easy. Save that White had vanished off the grid almost immediately after leaving.

That had left Tabby in a conundrum, until she started to narrow down what might block transmissions. And, hey, wouldn't you know, an unused salt-mine that was normally used for government storage was within a few minutes of the drive. The only thing that threw Tabby was the fact that the truck had been going in the opposite direction. Since it was night-time, we had no good satellite footage of the ground that the truck had driven on, and the lights were out on the road. So, the plan was that TB and I check the mines, while the super-jet kept overwatch, to check and see if they spotted anything weird.

"Test, test!" I said as we walked into the broad, flat entrance to the mine. The ceiling wasn't actually that low – it was nearly eight feet in height. But the walls were so freaking distant and far away that the room felt like it should have had a higher ceiling. It was like being in wallmart that went on for miles, but instead of stuff, it was just...empty. Because it had been a bunch of fucking salt, and now the salt was gone.

"Ever seen Day of the Dead?" TB whispered.

"Read you loud and clear," Amanda said. "Also, we got our first weird sighting. There's a fifty foot long, ten foot wide hole off the side of the road. It looks like it was cut into the ground using some kind of high powered acid."

I frowned. "How far do these mines go?" I asked as we came to an elevator built into the wall.

"Real far," TB said, looking at me. "I think that White used a super-acid to cut her way down into the mine from the roadside. That's how she drove away from the mine, then got the truck into the mine."

I frowned. "This doesn't track..."

Marcy sounded confused. "What doesn't track about it? It sounds exactly like the kind of over-elaborate thing that Dr. Chaos would do."

"Listen," TB said. "You might have fucked me, but I'm still in charge. We find that truck in the mine, then we-"

"No, no, I'm thinking," I said, holding up my hand.

"Thinking?" TB sounded incredulous, turning to face me. "Do you know fast White can act?"

I bit my lower lip. I had read through the list of supplies on the warehouse. Something about them was bugging me. Something was wrong here. I furrowed my brow. But before I could finish thinking, the elevator door clattered shut and TB smirked at me as the elevator started to slide down – with her in it and me outside.

"Dude!" I exclaimed.

"I'd rather fight her alone than with a flighty bitch on my back," TB said, waving casually. Then she was gone. I gaped at her.

"Turbo bitch," Amanda said.

"W-Wait, go after her!" Marcy said. "The mission says that she has to pin White down while you get the supplies back."

I frowned. Then I blinked.

"I got it!"

I turned and sprinted from the mine. I was halfway away from the elevator when the explosives went off. They hammered into my back, then sent me tumbling forward. I rolled, coughed, looked back, and saw the ceiling was coming down. Massive tumbling chunks of the ceiling, thundering downwards. My eyes widened and I shoved myself to my feet and started to run. A rock crashed to the ground to my left and I lifted my magnetic palm. I hoped, prayed, that there was some ferrous material in the ceiling. I set the magnets on repulse and aimed them upwards and sprinted.

I dodged to the left.

Got clipped. Pain lanced along my shoulder. I stumbled, rolled, then came, coughing out into the open air as the ceiling finished collapsing right behind me. Smoke and dust billowed in the air around me, filling the air with a white haze, lit only by the bright search lights that marked out the entrance to the mine. I drew my laser pistol, coughing a few more times – and then almost walked right into Jasmine White.

She kicked the pistol out of my hands, then smashed the knife of her palm at my throat. I blocked it with a desperate lifted arm – and the impact sent me skidding backwards. I stumbled, rolled, then coughed again. I had fetched up against the side of the curved face of the mine. I saw White sprinting at me like the fucking T-1000, arms pumping. I flung myself forward as she launched herself into a flying drop-kick. Since my head was no longer in the path of her heel, she ended up hitting the wall. But, like she had meant to do it all along, she launched herself off the wall, flipped over me and landed behind me.

I thrust my fist at her – and popped the magnetic dust as I did so. The dust splashed her face.

I swept my fingers and magnetic dust clicked and clacked together, forming a blindfold.

White clapped her palms on my ears, smashed her knee into my gut, and swept the legs from under my legs, blindfold or no blindfold. Ow. Ow. Ow. I stepped backwards, then clenched my fist as quickly as I could. The blindfold started to tighten. White paused, clutching at her head, then grabbed and started to tear. But as she tore, I turned and I tore. Tore off, running as fast as I fucking could.

"Air support! Air support!" I shouted.

"Coming!"

Amanda swung the super-jet around, screaming out of the heavens. Behind me, White wasn't sprinting after me. She had just yanked the blindfold off, the magnetic dust snapping under her strength. And she wasn't holding up a gun. She was holding up something slender and silver.

"Bail!" I screamed.

White's thumb plunged down.

And the wings of the super-jet exploded.

The super-jet pitched forward.

Hit the dirt.

Exploded again.

I stood, feeling as if I had been punched in the gut. Then White's arm was locked around my neck, tightening as she whispered. "Sorry, Kimmy. Nothing personal."

I grabbed her arm, yanking, desperately, trying to break the hold. But she had me and she was tightening more and more. My lungs burned with air. I could hear the roar of the flames. The rustle of fabric. Fabric? My brow furrowed and then, like Batman, Amanda flew from the darkness, feet first, her arms holding onto the wide straps of a parachute. Her heels cleared my head by an inch – but White had already let me go and was rolling aside. She drew her pistol in a smooth motion, tracking Amanda's progress to the ground.

I kicked.

Hit her wrist.

The pistol went flying.

"Whee!" Marcy squealed, unable to help herself as she parachuted down behind me.

Amanda skidded on her rump as White pulled a second pistol from somewhere on her body. I grabbed her wrist – and two shots went over my head as I pushed her arm up. She twisted, then kicked me in the gut. Amanda scrambled to her feet, yanking the release straps on her parachute. It started to skitter away in the hot wind. White smashed a blow at my throat, but I ducked under and- got her elbow slamming into my head.

I saw white.

I pitched to the ground.

But then White was running away – vanishing into the darkness beyond the search lights that sprawled around the mine. As she vanished, I groaned and tried to get my arms under me. "What?" I groaned, rubbing my head, wincing at the throbbing pain that lanced through my fingertips.

Amanda was holding a small controller in her palm, and grinned as she flew her machine-gun drone around to waggle nearby. She then swept it into the darkness, her eyes flicking down to the screen on the controller, to flick up and scan around.

But despite the night vision on the drone, White was gone. Vanished into the blackness.

***

"Why did she run?" Marcy asked, puffing and panting as she walked slightly behind me and Amanda.

"Uh, machine gun drone?" Amanda sounded offended.

"But she's Jasmine White!" Marcy exclaimed. "She eats drones for breakfast!"

"Talk about a high fiber diet," I said, grinning as I looked at the drone.

Amanda twiddled the joysticks – the controller still in her hands. The machine gun swung around to aim at me. I raised my hands – then winced as the bruises that White had given me through my armored jumpsuit twinged.

"We're definitely missing pieces," Marcy said.

"Yeah. The theft was a bit of camouflage," I said, then paused as we reached the rise of a hill. We had been walking away from the mine, trying to get into contact with TASK headquarters, for the better part of a half hour. But the super-jet had had our primary pickup, and TASK wasn't responding. The fact that we had communication beads and that still didn't get a response...was something that was starting to seriously creep me out. "It was a lure. TO get us out here. And she called me Kimmy. And she didn't blow the explosives until I was on my way out."

"You think she wanted you?" Amanda asked.

I nodded. "Yeah!"

"Well, you have been foiling Dr. Chaos for a while now," Marcy said, biting her lip.

We started to the warehouse. When we got there, we found that the cops were all gone – leaving the investigation half finished. The nervous feeling in the back of my neck was getting heavier and heavier. Walking into the warehouse, I frowned.

"Didn't the cops say that a bunch of shit had been stolen?" I asked.

"Yeah?" Marcy asked. "But this warehouse didn't just have TASK material." She gestured at all the boxes that remained. "Most of this stuff is camouflage."

The warehouse was stuffed to the brim with crates and boxes and storage units. They had serial numbers etched on their sides, and I started to match them to the list I had gotten – and frowned. "She left behind the plasma cores and the hyperfluxoid acid?" I looked at Marcy. "Those were both listed as being stolen by the cops. The cops that are now missing. Whose the local coppicer?"

"Uh," Marcy said, pulling her cracked tablet – even its rugged container hadn't been able to save the screen from a parachute landing. "Um, Chief Sarah Brown."

"Not ringing a bell," I said.

"She's a girl," Amanda said.

"What does that mean?" Marcy asked, looking irritated.

"S-Genes and girls are a dangerous combo," Amanda said. Then she smirked. "Present company excepted."

I rubbed my chin. Then I started along the wall, checking off cargo crates against my memory of the list. Things were here that had been listed as stolen – but a lot of the cargo crates had their transponders taken. I scowled...then came to an empty space. "FP-81 was here," I said. "Which one was that..." I snapped my fingers. Fucking TB had distracted me before I had gotten to the 81s.

"Feminization pills."

I spun around.

Jasmine White stood at the front of the warehouse. She had an arm wrapped around TB's neck, holding the other S-gene with a gun pressed to her temple. White's face was calm and casual. But TB looked like she had literally been dragged through hell. Her face was a mess of white chalk, rivulets of blood from under her scalp. She coughed and grinned weakly at me.

"Hey," she said.

"Holy shit, you're alive?" I asked, walking slowly forward. My hands wanted to grab onto a pistol, but I'd lost mine in the mine. Fucking mines, really.

"The third level didn't collapse. Mostly." TB coughed. "Now, please. Kick this bitch's- urrk!" She choked. White's arm was tight against her throat.

I scowled.

White looked levelly. "I was hired to get you, Kimmy. Not kill this S-gene, or any of the others. If you come with me peacefully, I will let her go. But before that happens...strip. My employer wants you nude."

"So, I don't bring a tracking device?" I asked, scowling.