Message-ID: <6037eli$9712012246@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: pjurado@aol.com (PJurado) Subject: Gen 13: Face-Off Chp.2 by PJ ( M/f ) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <19971202003500.TAA18906@ladder01.news.aol.com> Gen 13: Face-Off by PJ warning. adult content. Chapter 2 The sun was beginning its descent into the horizon when the Aztechnology assault chopper reached the Azlan/U.S. border. John Lynch sat in the pilot's chair, guiding the airship while Caitlin monitored the remaining weapon systems. Roxy and Muerte sat in the passenger compartment, wind swirling around them from the gaping hole in the chopper's right side hatch. "Azlan radar has just picked us up," informed Lynch, his cybernetic processor linked to the helicopter's sensor suite. "Weapons loaded and ready," reported Caitlin, her right hand wrapped around a weapon joystick. "Enjoy the ride," said John before he ignited the assault chopper's thrusters, propelling the craft over the border into Azlan airspace. The helicopter flew quickly towards the heart of Azlan, the jungle below them blurring past the wide cockpit windows. Roxy clung to Muerte, her body trembling like the over-stressed frame of the airship. As the team drew closer to the capital city of Azlan, two identical assault choppers swung behind them, firing four streams of bullets at the intruding vehicle. Lynch dived sharply to the left, dodging most of the bullet fire except for one volley that tore into the craft's light armor. The interior of the chopper shook violently while Lynch pulled up and began a random series of evasions and jinks. "Roxy! Man the aft cannon!" shouted Caitlin over the roar of gun fire and the whip of the helicopter's blade. The petite brunette clumsily unbuckled herself from her seat, then staggered across the tilting deck to the aft gunnery chair. Fastening herself in tight, Roxy grabbed both of the assault cannon's handles, then aimed the long weapon at one of the pursuing choppers. Roxy mashed the firing studs down, then cursed when nothing happened. Examining the control panel, Roxy found the arming switch and flipped it on. The gun clicked as a round from a belt was fed into its firing chamber, then Roxy re-aimed the weapon and tried to fire again. The cannon bucked in Roxy's desperate grip, the recoil jerking her body within the gunnery chair as a long line of tracer rounds arced in the air and punched into the right-hand assault chopper. The helicopter twisted under the attack, bullets ripping the airship's hull to tatters. The mortally wounded craft dived towards the foliage below, venting a trail of greasy smoke until it disappeared into the obscuring jungle. The remaining helicopter redoubled its attack, firing two columns of projectiles at the speeding airship before it. "Sir! A rogue assault chopper has entered Azlan airspace! It's heading straight for us!" exclaimed a male Security officer as he burst into Miguel Santiago's ornate dining room. "How long until it reaches the city?" asked Miguel, his meal forgotten. "Less than twenty minutes," panted the officer anxiously. "Put all Security forces on alert. I want all the defense stations around the city manned and ready," ordered Santiago before he wiped his mouth with a napkin and rose from his cushioned chair. "Excuse me for a moment, Carmen," smiled Miguel politely, his secretary nodding in acknowledgment, her sleek red silk dress shimmering under the candlelight. The richly suited CEO walked calmly out of the dining room, then down a carpeted hallway to his office. He moved behind his desk, then summoned a program from the in- built computer interface. "Activate cyber-control routine beta," ordered Miguel sharply. "Control program activated," replied the warm, female voice of the computer. "Re-initialize brain net program, then re-activate," said Santiago with a malicious smile. "Brain net re-booted and activated," reported the computer. "That should make things easier," observed Santiago as he withdrew a cigar from his jacket pocket and lit it with a nearby lighter. The assault chopper vibrated from another hit, the aft hull torn and gaping from several gun pod salvos. Roxy spat in frustration, her cannon firing until it grew hot from extended use, her attacks evaded by the agile craft and its skilled combat pilot. "We're almost there, get ready to jump!" ordered Lynch while he struggled to keep the airship in the sky. "There are parachutes in that storage compartment," pointed Caitlin, her fingers fumbling with her chair restraints. Roxy rose from her seat, her body slamming against the hull of the craft, just as an invisible signal washed across her brain. The cyberware implanted in her mind by Ivana Baiul, long dormant after Lynch had deactivated it, burst back to life. A cruel smile grew on Roxy's lovely face as she clasped her hands together and slammed them into the back of Muerte's neck. The mage fell forward into his restraints, allowing Roxy time to move in front of him and swing her clasped hands into his face, knocking him unconscious. Roxy turned to attack Caitlin and John, but halted when Lynch reached out with his right hand and sent a powerful burst of electricity into Caitlin's body. Cat jerked spasmodically in her seat, then fell back limply, her head lolling to the side. John looked back at Roxy, then winked companionably at her. Roxy giggled darkly as she unbelted Caitlin's comatose body and dragged it back into the passenger compartment. John flipped on the chopper's comm gear, then cleared his throat. "Aztechnology assault craft, this is John Lynch, code beta. The gen-actives on this vessel have been apprehended. I am now proceeding to the arcology for transferal and additional orders," said Lynch in an emotionless voice. "Mr. Lynch, your code has been verified. You are approved for landing at base pad one. Do not deviate from your plotted course," replied the pilot of the pursuing airship. "Roger," acknowledged Lynch before he swung the chopper onto the course indicated by his flight computer. Miguel Santiago waited patiently on the landing pad, the tail of his suit jacket flapping in the air as the damaged assault craft slowly lowered itself to the duracrete ground. Base pad one was high on the Aztechnology arcology's frame, near the summit that housed the executive offices and Santiago's personal quarters. Ms. Carmen stood close and slightly behind her boss, her short grey skirt billowing around her slim, brown legs. Security troopers rushed the airship after it landed, not waiting for the craft's wide blade to stop spinning. They forcibly opened the breeched hatch, then reached in to drag out the unconscious bodies of Caitlin Fairchild and Muerte. John Lynch hopped down to the grey surface of the pad, then helped Roxy from the airship. "The control programs seem to be working," observed Carmen. "Yes, but I'll want both of them examined and the software updated. I want reinforcement routines uploaded into their wetware," ordered Miguel through clenched lips. "Yes, sir," nodded Carmen as she recorded the orders into a palm computer. Stretcher parties moved forward, helping the soldiers place Caitlin and Muerte on two stretcher frames. Inhibitor collars were fastened around Cat and Muerte's necks, then their limbs were bound to the sides of the conveyances. The bearers hustled the prisoners inside the huge corporate pyramid, escorted by the silent, rifle-bearing soldiers. Lynch and Roxy strode up to Santiago, John saluting crisply while Roxy smiled wantonly at the tall CEO. "Good job, Mr. Lynch. Glad to have you back on my side," smiled Miguel coldly. "Good to be back, sir," replied John, his eyes locked forward, not meeting the executive's gaze. "And it's good to have Ms. Spaulding on our team. I hope you'll work for me just as you did for Ms. Baiul," grinned Santiago wolfishly. "I'll do whatever you wish, sir," murmured Roxy in honeyed tones, pursing her lips while sliding her hands over her shapely hips. "Excellent. Let's discuss it in my office in greater detail," replied Santiago as he offered Roxy his right arm. Roxanne eagerly took his arm, then leaned intimately close to the CEO, brushing her left hip against his side as she followed him to the arcology's door. "What do you want done with Lynch and the prisoners?" asked Carmen somewhat frostily. "Send Lynch to one of the secure guest rooms and order him to stay there. Have Dr. Walsh begin testing on Caitlin and that Muerte fellow," said Santiago before he disappeared inside the arcology with Roxy clinging to him. "Take off your clothes, girl," ordered Santiago as he fixed himself a drink at the bar within his large office. Roxy smiled with pleasure, eagerly removing her black tank top, cut-off jean shorts, and sneakers. Santiago turned to watch Roxy as she pulled down her white cotton panties, then reached behind her back to unclasp her bra. Roxy stood naked before her new master, her nipples growing hard with anticipation. Miguel walked slowly to his desk, then sat down in his high-backed, leather chair. He took a deep drink from his glass, then swirled the ice melting inside. "Come here. Kneel before me," growled Miguel huskily. Roxy swayed over to Santiago's desk, then knelt between his outspread legs. "Unzip my pants," commanded Miguel, his brown eyes smoldering. Roxy licked her moist lips while she reached forward to unzip the executive's expensive slacks. "Take my cock and suck it," said Santiago. Roxy slowly reached inside Santiago's underwear, gently pulling out his hardening cock. She smiled up at her master before leaning forward to place her lips over the head of his quivering tool. Roxy licked the tip of Miguel's cock with her pink tongue, then slid the shaft into her warm mouth, caressing the pole lovingly. Santiago moaned in ecstasy, taking another deep sip from his glass, his hand reaching down to fondle Roxy's dark, rich hair. Roxy slid her mouth against the sides of Miguel's member, her lips moistening his throbbing meat until she reached the base of his tool. The naked girl nuzzled Santiago's crotch, rubbing her nose in his musky pubic hair and round testicles. She placed one into her mouth, sucking loudly on it, licking its skin with her wanton tongue. Miguel gasped for breath, his hands pressing against Roxy's head while a trickle of cum glistened on the head of his cock. Roxy quickly lapped the fluid with her tongue, then sucked hungrily on the engorged head, her cheeks taut with strain. Roxy moved her head up and down rhythmically, her mouth a ravenous orifice as it enfolded Santiago's member, letting it slide deep into her narrow throat. Miguel groaned with bliss, his legs trembling while the young girl at his feet sucked on his shaft, adorned it with her warm saliva. Santiago could feel his orgasm building, could sense the flood of semen threatening to gush forth. The CEO stopped Roxy as she was licking up and down his tool, her agile tongue caressing his warm flesh. Santiago pulled the naked girl to her feet, then drew her close to him, positioned her body over his lap so that she sat against his crotch. Roxy smiled with lust, her small hands guiding Miguel's burning cock to her moist cunt. The long, thick shaft sunk into her tight slit, the meat pole sliding deeply up her clenching vagina. Roxy moaned loudly, then wrapped her thin arms around Santiago's neck. Miguel kissed Roxy hard on the mouth, his tongue forcing its way past the naked girl's slack lips while she started pumping up and down on his cock, her pussy clutching his pole greedily. Santiago sucked lewdly on Roxy's tender lips, then licked down her slim neck, his arms wrapped tightly around her bare torso. Roxy slid up and down faster and faster, honey dripping from her pink cunt, lubricating her master's member as it punched into her belly. Miguel reached Roxy's small breasts, his mouth roving over them, sucking them, tasting them with a glistening tongue. Roxy moaned with pleasure, kissing the top of Santiago's head while she clutched his neck with her arms, her crotch burning with approaching climax as her master's shaft thrust deep into her warm depths. "Fuck me, fuck me harder," panted Roxy, sweat dripping from her ripening tits. Santiago licked Roxy's delicious perspiration, his mouth slid over her soft mounds as he increased the force of his crotch thrusts, shoving his member even more violently into the panting girl's tender slit. Both lovers grunted like rutting beasts, their bodies entwined together, Roxy bucking up and down like a sex-crazed whore. The naked girl leaned backwards, her smooth back arching as she screamed in orgasm. Santiago snarled like a wild animal, his hands tightly clenching Roxy's hips, his cock sheathed inside her small stomach as it vomited a stream of gooey jism, filling her then overflowing down her bare thighs. Roxy fell forward into Miguel's embrace, her breasts rising and falling with each gasp for breath. The sated man held Roxy against him, inhaling her feminine musk, kissing her damp, pink forelocks. Roxy pressed her face into Miguel's firm chest, then looked up tenderly at her master. "I love you," murmured Roxy, her eyes glowing with adoration. "Good," smiled Santiago, his right hand stroking Roxy's short hair before he kissed her deeply, possessively, on the mouth. ***************************************** -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /