Message-ID: <6561eli$9712191532@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: pjurado@aol.com (PJurado) X-Good-Line-Length: yes Subject: Gen 13: Face Off - Chp.5 by PJ (f/f/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: <19971219064201.BAA19223@ladder01.news.aol.com> Gen 13: Face Off by PJ http://members.aol.com/PJurado/index.html warning. adult content. Chapter 5 Roxanne Spaulding strode confidently down the brightly-lit passageway, her low boot heels clicking on the polished metal floor. The scantily-clad girl waited patiently in front of the main lab hatchway, her right foot tapping up and down until the hatch hissed with hydraulic motion and slid into the left-hand wall. Roxy stepped over the portal's threshold, then calmly withdrew her auto-pistol in one fluid motion. The two assistants monitoring the gen-girls' stasis tanks had only a moment to gape before Roxy opened fire, tearing bloody rents into their chests. Roxy moved to the main control console where the female assistant lay in a spreading pool of her own blood, then the petite girl brought the ichor-filled tanks to life, opening vents inside them to drain the green goo away. When two Aztechnology guards entered the hatchway to investigate, Roxy fired two short bursts from her pistol, slaughtering them both with a smile on her face. The console beeped when all of the suspension fluid had drained away. Roxy initiated the awakening sequence for Foxfire, then ordered the revival of the remaining three females. The short Hispanic girl code-named Foxfire moaned as she woke up, then she grasped the edge of her open tank to climb out. Roxy offered her a slick red jumpsuit from an equipment locker, then watched appreciatively as the attractive young woman got dressed. "Who are you?" asked Foxfire while she pulled her long, black hair out of her body suit's collar. "Roxanne Spaulding, but you can call me Ms. Spaulding," replied Roxy coldly. "Go out into the passageway and keep the area clear of guards." "Why should I?" retorted Foxfire angrily. Roxy grinned maliciously as she invoked a facet of her gen-power, making Foxfire bend under the weight of increasing gravity. The dusky-skinned girl dropped to her knees, then fought to hold herself up with her arms while grimacing with pain. "You get the point, yes?" inquired Roxy with a taunting smile. "Yes, Ms. Spaulding," gasped Foxfire. "Good girl. Guard the hallway," commanded Roxy a second time, her voice oozing with venom. Foxfire glared hatefully at Roxy, but did as she was told, her polished black knee boots pounding the lab floor as she stomped out. Roxy giggled softly to herself, then lit a cigarette retrieved from a jacket pocket. Sucking hungrily on the roll of tobacco, Roxy walked up to Fairchild's open tank, her eyes caressing every curve of the unconscious girl's naked body. "I wish I had time to collect you, but I have an appointment with Mr. Santiago. We'll have to get together some other time," grinned Roxy before she leaned down into the tank to kiss the comatose Caitlin lewdly on the lips. Roxy withdrew from Cat's luscious mouth, sucking briefly on the lower lip before letting it go reluctantly. Roxy took another drag from her cigarette, then spun to the doorway, which flared with light as Foxfire burned several guards down with a plasma burst. "Time to resign, dear," said Roxy before she began marching towards Santiago's office. "Damn it! Lynch escaped from the American strike team!" snarled Santiago from his desk as he read the latest report on the raid. "I'll have Security put on full alert," replied Carmen anxiously. "Sir! The main laboratory has been attacked! Two squads of guards are dead and I believe intruders are still in the arcology!" reported an officer from the desk's intercom. "How were they killed?" whispered Santiago softly. "They were burned, almost into ash," replied the guard fearfully. "Foxfire. She escaped somehow," murmured Santiago as he reclined back into his chair. "What are your orders, sir?" asked the officer. "Put all guard stations on alert. I want sweeps of all levels, and I want a full combat team guarding the executive floors," ordered Santiago. "Yes, sir!" acknowledged the guard officer before cutting the comm line. Santiago rose from his chair and moved to a rich oak cabinet, where he withdrew two wicked looking auto-pistols. He gave one to Carmen, then slid a round into the barrel of his own weapon. "We'll wait for them here," said Santiago just before he went to make himself a stiff drink. Copycat whimpered softly, her mind filled with images of rape and clinging tentacles. She bolted up into a sitting position, her tiny breasts rising and falling rapidly with fear. "It's okay, Gem. You're safe," murmured Sublime softly before she hugged the nude girl to her own bare chest. "Rachel, I was so scared!" gasped Copycat as she clung desperately to the tall, blonde girl. "A horrible man did terrible things to me!" "I'm sorry I couldn't protect you," replied Sublime into Copycat's short hair while she stroked the trembling young girl's neck and back. "We better leave before security comes back," said Fairchild from the main computer console. "The entire building's on alert now." "What? We follow you?" retorted Sublime incredulously. "Anyone else offering to lead you out of here?" shot back Caitlin with hands on shapely bare hips. "You have a point, do-gooder," acknowledged Sublime with a short nod. "Let me get Gem out of here." "Don't let me go!" protested Copycat when Sublime tried to pull away. Rachel sighed softly, then hugged Gem again, kissing the girl's soft neck soothingly. Gem purred with pleasure, then moved her face next to Rachel's, allowing her to kiss the blonde warmly on the lips. Rachel's blue eyes widened in surprise, then they closed to slits as she returned the naked girl's affection. Copycat took Sublime's left hand and placed it over her small bush of red pubic hair. She moved the hand up and down, urging Rachel to fondle her little cunt. "Make love to me, Rachel," begged Gem, her young eyes wide with supplication. Sublime climbed into Copycat's tank, then took the prone girl's head into both of her hands, kissing Gem passionately on the mouth. Fairchild watched in disbelief as the two young women kissed and caressed each other's naked bodies, their limbs locked together in sensual bliss. Sublime's taut ass wiggled temptingly in front of Caitlin as the lithe blonde girl sucked gently on Copycat's little breasts, pinching the small nipples teasingly with her perfect white teeth. Gem returned the favor, licking the large nipples on Rachel's full, engorged tits, devouring the sweet flesh with her delicate little mouth. Rachel slid her left hand up and down Gem's slit, pressing firmly against the folds of her labia until they gleamed with the young girl's honey. "Suck my pussy, please," moaned Gem while her small tits heaved for air. Sublime slowly descended to Copycat's crotch, leaving kisses across the naked girl's tits, stomach and waist. Copycat spread her short legs apart, inviting Rachel to pleasure her moist cunt. Fairchild leaned on the computer console, her own pussy growing warm with arousal, her white skin becoming flushed with lust. Gem glanced at Caitlin as Rachel buried her beautiful face in Copycat's twat, her lips sucking wetly on the naked girl's throbbing petals and clit. Gem smiled a silent invitation to Caitlin, then closed her red eyes in ecstasy, her small hips vibrating in rhythm with her wet cunt. Caitlin sealed the main hatchway shut, then walked to the open stasis tank that reeked with the sweet stench of female sex. Fairchild climbed into the tank, then slowly lowered her crotch over Copycat's face. Gem deeply inhaled Fairchild's dripping womanhood, then fastened her mouth over Caitlin's burning pussy. Cat groaned with pleasure, her nipples pert and rock hard as the young girl beneath her devoured her melting slit. Fairchild arched her back, her hands clasping and squeezing her own large tits while she rocked her crotch back and forth, rubbing her pussy over Copycat's ravenous lips. Saliva and female cunt juices dripped down Gem's little chin as she sucked loudly on Caitlin's pink cunt, her nose buried in Fairchild's thick, musky pussy hair. Sublime fingered her own pussy as she probed Copycat's honeypot with an agile tongue. She licked the sweaty insides of Gem's slim thighs while two fingers pried her own cunt lips apart, then slid in to invade her moist fuck tunnel. Sublime halted her tongue fucking to kiss Caitlin who leaned forward, her naked, melon-shaped breasts dangling like over-ripe, beckoning fruits. The two young women sucked on each other's mouths like sex-crazed animals, their tongues fencing and intertwining like horny snakes. Copycat slid her hands over Caitlin's curved hips, then fondled and squeezed the naked girl's gorgeous, tight ass. Sublime resumed her tongue probing of Copycat's twitching pussy, stimulating a new gush of honey from the prone girl's young womb. Fairchild seized the edges of the tank with both of her hands, her hips shaking as an orgasm built within her slim, sweat-coated body. Caitlin groaned from deep within her belly, her pussy spasmed as a torrent of hot fluid flooded her vagina and spewed out into Copycat's waiting mouth. Female juices gushed everywhere, escaping Gem's lips to drip from her chin, tits, and shoulders. Gem moaned softly from beneath Fairchild's crotch, heralding her own powerful climax. Copycat's young cunt opened wide to spew a stream of warm cream, a delicious dessert that Sublime was only too eager to lap up and devour. Fairchild fell back against the head of the tank, her round ass smacking the cold metal as she sat down to rest and pant. Sublime knelt back, her blonde hair disheveled and sticky with perspiration. Copycat lay on her back limply, her body hot and dripping with sweat and feminine fluids. She smiled softly, the air thick with female musk, comforting, like a warm womb. "We..really..better..leave...now," gasped Caitlin, her breasts pumping like an arousing bellows. "Yes, ma'am," nodded Sublime with a jerk of her head before she rose unsteadily to her feet to help Copycat up. The elevator doors to the executive level dinged as they opened, disgorging Foxfire who burned both guards stationed in the waiting area. The dying gurgles of the melting guards faded away before Roxy stepped into the room and proceeded to advance towards Santiago's suite of offices. The petite girl held her pistol loosely in her right hand, a full magazine ready to be unleashed at her whim. Foxfire blasted the double doors to Santiago's office wide open, then she hugged the left-hand wall when a burst of bullets shot out of the chamber beyond. Roxy deflected the bullets into the carpeted floor as she leapt to the right-hand wall of the passage. She raised her own pistol, then fired three single shots, hitting Carmen in her right upper shoulder. The lovely secretary spun in a circle, then fell to the floor in a heap, clutching her bleeding wound. Santiago screamed incoherently as he sprayed fire into the hallway, the bullets stopping only when the magazine clicked dry. "Now!" ordered Roxy tersely. Foxfire extended her right hand, releasing a single stream of eye-searing plasma at the re-loading CEO. Santiago ducked under his table, which exploded violently when the plasma strike washed over it. Destroyed circuits spat and crackled while Santiago popped up and fired another long burst at Foxfire. The red-garbed girl screamed as bullets ripped into her side, releasing a gush of blood that splashed against the right- hand wall and floor. Foxfire crumpled to the floor just as Roxy charged into the office and fired her own pistol at full auto. Bullets tore ugly holes into the paneled walls of the office, then smacked wetly into the ducking CEO. Santiago grunted with pain, then fell behind the ruined desk. Roxy slowly walked towards the smoking desk, ejecting her empty mag and slapping in a fresh one. She spotted Santiago shaking on the floor, curled up in a tight ball. Roxy smiled cruelly as she aimed her weapon at the bleeding CEO, preparing to unload the gun into her former master. A long tendril shot forward, smashing the pistol from Roxy's hand. The short girl spun to attack her assailant with her gen-power just before two more tentacles punched her in the face and chest. Roxy hurled through the air then smacked against the far wall of the office. She bounced onto the floor, then lay in a tangle of loose limbs, coughing painfully for breath. Dr. Walsh shambled into the room, giggling madly to himself, drool glistening on his chin. "Took you long enough," growled Santiago as he rose unsteadily to his feet, blood staining the right side of his expensive suit. "Sorry, Mr. Santiago. It was time for my medication," chuckled the doctor with amusement. "Ms. Spaulding won't be requiring medication ever again," snarled Santiago with his gun aimed down at the prone Roxy. The dazed girl looked up with glazed eyes just before the office window shattered, admitting a claw-extended Flare. "Get her!" screamed Santiago before he fired his gun at the incoming female missile. Dr. Walsh released his arm tentacles, trapping the seductive succubus in a net of metallic limbs. Flare struggled against the bonds holding her arms and waist, finally tearing away the metal tendril around her left wrist. Walsh screamed in agony, then shot an electric current down the remaining tendrils. Flare spasmed as electricity coursed over her nubile body, draining her strength away. "Release the woman," ordered Copycat from the destroyed doorway. "What?! No!" protested Walsh as he dropped Flare onto the scorched carpet. "Don't move," smiled Copycat vindictively. Dr. Walsh froze in place while Flare regained her senses. The succubus ascended to her booted feet, then stalked forward, a feral grin on her face as she reached out to grab the paralyzed scientist. "No! Please! Help me!" begged Walsh while Flare kissed his neck and cheeks, making his flesh cold with life-draining lips. "You're mine," whispered Copycat, her eyes smoldering with hate as Flare locked mouths with Walsh, sucking his life, his very soul, into her starving body. Finally, the dried husk that once was Dr. Walsh fell from Flare's embrace to the ruined floor. "Roxy! Call off that demon bitch and apprehend the escaped test subjects!" ordered Santiago, a control device in his left hand. "Nnn..no," protested Roxy as she clutched her head, the brain net burning Santiago's commands into her mind. A gunshot silenced Roxy's denials, pushing Santiago back against the wall. John Lynch staggered into the office, his body torn and bleeding from dozens of wounds. Lynch's left arm hung useless at his side, but his right arm aimed a pistol at the wounded CEO. "No, you're dead! You're dead!" shouted Santiago desperately. "Not yet," smiled John grimly, blood dripping from his lips to his gnarled chin. "Mr. Lynch!" exclaimed Caitlin from the left-hand corner of the room, where she stood with Sublime and Copycat in matching green body suits. "Ha, ha! Whee! What a predicament!" giggled Roxy where she stood, aiming a gun at Santiago. Flare crouched next to Roxy, her fangs bared and claws clasping and unclasping. "Fuck you all!" spat Santiago as he withdrew another control from his pocket and prepared to activate it. "If I go down, you all will fall with me!" "It's a self-destruct! Get back!" shouted Lynch. John jumped over the ruined desk, grabbed Santiago, and dragged him over to the shattered window. Lynch hurled the CEO out into the air, but the bleeding executive grabbed John's combat webbing, dragging him along into the void. "John!" screamed Caitlin, her throat burning with her despair. "Good-bye, Cat," smiled John before he disappeared over the edge of the window. Fairchild ran to the open window, then watched as the two interlocked bodies crashed to the street below to explode in a cloud of flame from destroyed cyber- mechanics. Caitlin stared at the smoking crater hundreds of feet below, tears dripping unconsciously from her bright, green eyes. "Well, that's two problems solved," remarked Roxy as she brushed off her legs and aimed her pistol at Caitlin. "Now to get rid of one more." "The brain net is still controlling you," observed Caitlin emotionlessly, her eyes cold as ice. "It's freed me. Now I can do what I want without guilt, anything I want," smiled Roxy evilly. "Then kill me and be done with it," retorted Caitlin as she stood straight and tall. "Works for me," shrugged Roxy before she began squeezing the trigger of her gun lovingly. "Stop," commanded Copycat, her red eyes glowing softly. "Damn..little..bitch," snarled Roxy, her hand trembling as she tried to break the young girl's control over her. Flare growled and stalked forward, until Sublime moved in front of Copycat and smiled tauntingly. "It appears to be a stalemate, Roxy," observed Caitlin with detachment. "You'll have to kill me another day." "I'm looking forward to it, bitch," spat Roxanne before she threw back her shoulders and left the obliterated office. She collected Foxfire, who leaned heavily upon her while Flare guarded their rear, snarling hatefully at Fairchild and the remaining girls just before she disappeared from the doorway. "Warning! Self-destruct system has activated! All Aztechnology personnel should leave the building immediately!" instructed a mature female voice tersely. "Oh, fucking great!" said Sublime with upraised eyes. "The landing pad!" exclaimed Fairchild before she sprinted out of the office. The three young women raced down passageways, then climbed several staircases before reaching the executive helicopter landing pad. Two choppers were already in the air while the last one was almost ready to depart. Caitlin shoved waiting suits out of the way, then made enough room in the crowded passenger cabin for herself and her two companions. Sublime slammed the helicopter's door shut just as a low rumble shook the pad. Executives screamed and pounded on the chopper's hull until it rose slowly into the air, allowing Caitlin, Copycat, and Sublime great views of the exploding arcology. The summit shattered and vomited a tall stream of flame into the air while the interior flashed with a series of sharp detonations. The base of the arcology blew out, forcing the pyramid structure to collapse upon itself until only a smoke-covered pile of rubble remained. Caitlin squinted as she looked into the sky of the east, spotting two flying forms as they ascended into the grey clouds above. 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