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Gen 13: Face Off
by PJ
http://members.aol.com/PJurado/index.html

warning.  adult content.

Chapter 4

    Night was drawing to a close, a slight luminescence on the horizon heralded
the imminent approach of dawn.  Roxy descended softly to the shore of the small
jungle lake, her ankle boots sinking slightly into the wet sand.  The beautiful
young girl closed her eyes, then reached out with her gen-power, calling forth
an object from deep within the pool's depths.  An ovoid pod slowly rose out of
the lake, water dripping from its leathery skin as Roxy summoned it to herself,
then lowered it carefully onto the ground.  The pod pulsed with life, veins
throbbing with blood and nutrients while the being inside it began to stir. 
Roxy backed away slightly from the now trembling pod, her eyes latched onto the
organic egg, watching as a crack appeared on its skin.  Black ichor dribbled
out of the rent, the trickle growing into a torrent when the breech grew wider.
 A delicate hand ending in a claw slid out of the puckered wound, followed by a
slender white arm.  The tear widened with the sound of ripping flesh, ichor
spilling onto the sand, tainting the purity of the lake.  A lithe female form
slowly rose from the pod, her wide, bat-like wings spreading out luxuriously.

    "Flare.  Are you healed now?" asked Roxy intently.

    "Yesss," hissed Flare, her white fangs shining in the moonlight as she threw
her head back and inhaled the clean air.

    "I pulled you from the water, you must serve me for a time," said Roxy
formally.

    "That is the Law," growled the succubus reluctantly.
    "Don't worry, you'll enjoy the tasks I give you," grinned Roxy malevolently
before she began invoking her power to fly.

    "Wait!  You must seal the contract!" demanded Flare.

    "What?" replied Roxy as the succubus grabbed her left arm in a painful grip.


    "Where is that little cunt, Roxy?" snarled Miguel Santiago while he stood
looking out the large window of his office.

    "I don't trust her, sir.  You should send her to Walsh for testing," said
Carmen, her voice dripping with contempt for the young gen-girl.

    "No.  With her brain net in place, she makes the perfect servant, and the
perfect fuck toy," chuckled the CEO of Aztechnology.

    "I can do more for you than that little slut," murmured Carmen sensuously as
she walked up behind Miguel and rubbed her body against his.  Santiago failed
to respond, prompting Carmen to unzip her skirt and unbutton her expensive
blouse.  The alluring Hispanic secretary moved in front of Santiago, then
leaned against the smooth glass window while she finished discarding her
blouse, leaving her slim body clad only in a black lace bra and matching
panties.  Miguel lowered his gaze slightly to watch Carmen kneel before him,
his lips twitching into a slightly amused smile as the young woman unzipped his
trousers and reached into his briefs.  Carmen began sucking lovingly on the
CEO's cock just as his office door opened, admitting a panicked tech.

    "Sir!  There's been an accident in the main laboratory!" wheezed the thin male
tech, his wide eyes sliding down to Carmen where she continued to suck loudly
on Santiago's hardening member.

    "Damage?" inquired Santiago, his eyes still gazing vacantly outside at the
brightly lit skyline of the city.

    "The subject Muerte was killed.  Dr. Walsh suffered severe burns, he'll
probably lose his right arm," replied the tech quickly.

    "The gen-active girls?" whispered Santiago coldly.

    "Fairchild was being examined by Dr. Walsh at the time of the accident, she's
completely unharmed.  The girls in stasis are undamaged as well," reported the
tech.

    "Good.  Have Dr. Walsh's injuries treated, then tell him to report back to
work after one day of rest," ordered Santiago as Carmen ran her mouth up and
down the sides of his throbbing pole.
    "Yes, sir!" acknowledged the tech before he swiftly left the office and closed
the door behind him.

    Santiago grabbed Carmen by her shoulders, then slammed her against the hard
glass behind her.  He held her upraised arms against the window as he slid his
cock around her panties and shoved it deep into her pussy.  Carmen gasped, her
scantily-clad tits straining against the bra constraining them while Miguel
pumped angrily into her hole, releasing his frustration in a series of painful
thrusts.


    Flare yanked Roxy's floating form from the air and slammed her into the wet,
yielding sand.  Roxy yelped in surprise, her body limp as the succubus tore off
her jacket and bra.  The prone girl smiled wantonly, allowing her devilish
servant to pull off her tight red shorts, exposing her panty-less crotch to the
cool lake-side air.  Flare buried her face in Roxy's black-haired muff, her
mouth sucking wetly on the young girl's tender, pink cunt lips.  Roxy panted
softly, her small hands digging into the sand while her pussy became warm with
lust.  Flare extended her tongue and slid it up and down Roxy's slit, caressing
the girl's clit until it trembled with excitement.  Flare licked Roxy's pussy
over and over, relishing the taste of the prone female's soft cunt flesh.  The
white-skinned succubus inserted her dripping tongue into Roxy's fuck hole,
probing the clenching orifice as sweet honey trickled from her womb into the
horny woman's mouth.

    The naked succubus withdrew from Roxy's writhing body, then sat upon her bare
ass.  Flare took Roxy's hands and pulled the girl to a sitting position, then
dragged her forward until she was sitting between the woman's outspread legs. 
Flare pressed her full, ripe breasts against Roxy's back as she reached around
the girl's hips with her arms, hugging Roxy close to her nude body while she
began fingering the girl's pussy with her clawed hands.  Roxy moaned softly,
her crotch glistening with her juices as the succubus rubbed the petals of her
labia, making them quiver with desire.  Roxy leaned back against Flare,
surrendering her young body to the succubus.  Flare licked and kissed the
smooth, warm flesh of Roxy's right shoulder, the fingers of her left hand
sliding up and down the moaning girl's slit.  Flare nuzzled Roxy's short
ponytail, her lips kissing the bare skin beneath the dark, rich hair.  Long,
questing fingers entered Roxy's pussy, caressing the moist walls of her
clenching vagina.  Flare wrapped her right hand around Roxy's right tit,
squeezing it lewdly, fondling the mound of soft female flesh.  Roxy groaned
with pleasure, her body on fire with lust while her cunt released a steady
stream of sticky fluid.  The honey coated Flare's thrusting hand until the
succubus pulled it out and raised it to her moist, red lips.  Roxy moaned as
she inhaled her own musky scent on Flare's fingers as the woman slid them into
her mouth and sucked sensually upon them.  Roxy rubbed her face against Flare's
dripping hand until the succubus allowed her to lick her own juices from the
warm digits. 

    "The contract is sealed.  I am yours now," admitted Flare before she withdrew
from Roxy and rose to her bare feet.

    Roxy ascended unsteadily to her own feet, then retrieved her discarded shorts,
bra and jacket.  Clothed once more, the young girl rose into the air.

    "We'll get you something to wear first, then I must report back to my
'master'", smirked Roxy before she disappeared into the slowly brightening sky.
 Flare stretched out her wide, bat-like wings and leapt up after her new
mistress, her wings flapping silently in the air.


    "I have a mission for you, Mr. Lynch," said Santiago as he reclined in his
large leather chair.  "One of our research facilities near the US border has
been targeted for a raid by an American Special Ops team.  I want you to
coordinate the defenses of the facility, make sure everything remains secure
there."

    "Yes, sir," nodded Lynch.  "Will that be all?"

    "Yes.  You are dismissed," replied Santiago cooly.

    The CEO of Aztechnology watched the cyber-enhanced Lynch depart, then he
pressed a button on his desk interface.

    "Has the facility been evacuated?" asked Santiago.

    "Yes, sir.  All research materials have been shipped out, the building is
sanitized," 
replied the male operative.

    "Good.  Alert the Americans then get out of there before they arrive, Mr.
Lynch will be there to greet them," smiled Santiago wolfishly.


    Dr. Walsh shambled into the rebuilt laboratory, half of his face still wrapped
in bandages.  The doctor's right arm hung stiffly at his side, the cyber-limb
still unfamiliar to his healing body.  His female assistant and a male tech
were at one of the examining tables, giving Copycat another brain treatment. 
The young girl lay senseless upon the cold, smooth metal, her body naked and
limp.  Walsh looked to his right, where the stasis tanks lay.  Fairchild,
Sublime, and Foxfire floated in tubes of green ichor, their nude bodies
motionless and tempting.  Dr. Walsh walked slowly to Fairchild's tank, then
slid his artificial hand up the smooth glass, the blue metal of his limb heavy
and unfeeling.

    "Doctor, shouldn't you be resting?" asked the pretty female assistant.

    "Get out, both of you," whispered Walsh darkly.

    "Sir?" questioned both techs in unison.

    "Get out!" shouted Walsh as he spun to face them, spit gushing from his
trembling 
grey lips.

    The two assistants glanced quickly at each other, then walked out of the lab. 
Walsh walked ungracefully to his console, then sealed the large room shut.  The
crippled scientist shambled to an equipment-laden worktable, opening his cyber
arm to work within it.  After three hours of non-stop labor, Walsh closed the
access port of his arm and flexed it experimentally.  The fingers curled
together easily, and the limb moved much more naturally.  The blue metal almost
seemed to throb with unholy life.  Grinning wickedly, Dr. Walsh moved slowly up
to Copycat's side, then awakened her with a quick whiff of smelling salts.  The
petite red-haired girl coughed herself awake, her large eyes blinking rapidly
under the bright lights of the chamber.  Copycat raised her unbound right hand
to her forehead, brushing stray locks from her eyes as she scanned the area
around her.

    "Oh, no," whispered Copycat, her hands pressed against her lips when she
discovered Walsh staring intently at her from the foot of the lab table.  The
young girl closed her eyes to slits, focusing her gen-power at the leering
doctor.  Walsh chuckled with dark mirth while Copycat fingered the inhibitor
collar that encircled her slim neck.  Dr. Walsh raised his gleaming right arm,
the limb expanding and contracting like a living thing.  An iris opened inside
Walsh's palm, releasing a long tendril of metal that shot forward like a snake
and punched inside Copycat's little pussy.  The girl screamed in horror and
pain, her legs trembling as the cold metallic probe wriggled deep into her
vagina.  Walsh bellowed with insane laughter, spittle dripping from his slack
lips while he watched his artificial member thrust into the prone naked girl,
violating her ripening womanhood.  Copycat grasped the edges of the examination
table, her hips jerking from side to side as she vainly tried to escape the
metal tentacle writhing inside her warm belly.  Walsh hissed with pleasure, his
mind experiencing the sexual ecstasy of the tendril within the young girl's
small womb.  The doctor bent down to take Copycat's right leg, licking the warm
skin with his moist, slimy tongue.  Copycat shuddered with revulsion as she
felt her ravager sample her calf and lower thigh, his mouth tasting her flesh
like a hungry predator.

    Dr. Walsh stood up, releasing three more tentacles from his arm to fondle and
caress Copycat.  Two limbs wrapped around Copycat's small breasts, squeezing
them painfully, contorting them with increasing pressure.  The third tentacle
caressed the naked girl's breastbone and shoulders, then moved up her chin to
her trembling lips.  The head of the tendril rubbed against her delicate,
pouting lips, then slowly slid into her mouth, forcing her jaws apart as it
filled her orifice and dived into her tight throat.  Copycat gagged on the
thick metal member, her eyes wide with strain while the limb moved up and down
rhythmically.  The large tendril in Copycat's pussy pulsed with lustful energy,
it pushed back and forth, filling the young girl's fuck hole, making it wet
with unconscious arousal.  Little metal feelers separated from the larger
tentacle, they touched and probed Copycat's tiny ass hole, diving into the warm
nether opening.  Copycat groaned with each new humiliation, her cunt and mouth
ached from the rough thrusts of the metal tendrils inside them.  Dr. Walsh
grunted blissfully, his eyes were glazed with ecstasy as he felt his cyber
limbs rape the luscious body of the naked girl before him.  Copycat arched her
back, her hips shook as one tentacle pushed in and out of her slit while
several smaller members fought to slide inside her violated anus.  Walsh raised
Copycat off the table with the strong tendril inside her dripping pussy.  He
drew her close to him so he could lick and suck on her metal-entrapped tits. 
He licked her little pink nipples, then made little kisses down her clenched
stomach, enjoying the flavor of her smooth, creamy, sweaty flesh.  The tentacle
fucking Copycat's mouth wrapped itself around her neck, draping off one smooth
shoulder to cling down her bare, flawless back.
Walsh yanked Copycat's head back by her neck, forcing her young breasts to
thrust out brazenly.  He retracted the tendrils around her tits, freeing them
so he could fondle them with his real left hand and lick leisurely across their
rounded surfaces.  Copycat pressed her small hands against Walsh's shoulders,
her bare legs hung limply towards the floor while the tentacle in her cunt
pumped in and out like a sex-starved piston.  Walsh licked up Copycat's warm
torso, then sucked lightly on her small chin.  He removed the tendril from the
helpless girl's mouth, then kissed her hungrily, forcing his tongue past her
slack red lips.  The idle tendril lowered itself to Copycat's tight, round ass,
then shoved itself deep into her ass hole, widening the tiny orifice until
Copycat groaned in agony.

    "You love this, don't you?" moaned Walsh as his left hand caressed her cheek,
sliding down her jaw to her smooth right shoulder.  Copycat didn't reply, she
closed her eyes while two fat tears fell down her cheeks.  Dr. Walsh laughed at
her pain, then redoubled the thrusts of the tentacles in her pussy and anus
until he orgasmed obscenely, the crotch of his pants stained with his cum. 
Walsh let Copycat fall back onto the examination table abruptly, then quickly
retracted his wet tendrils back into his arm housing.  Copycat curled herself
into a ball, her knees pressed tightly against her heaving breasts.  Dr. Walsh
walked to Copycat's exposed back, then kissed the back of her head while
slapping her bare ass sharply.  Copycat trembled from the blow, but kept her
arms clasped around her drawn-in legs.  Walsh barked out one more laugh, then
returned to his console.

    "Return to the lab and conclude Copycat's treatment," ordered the doctor
before he rested his gaze on the three naked girls within their stasis tanks.

    "You are all mine," murmured Walsh, his bandaged face contorted in an
avaricious grin. 
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