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Gen 13: Face-Off by PJ

warning.  adult content.

Chapter 3

	Dr. Walsh stood at the side of the examination table that
Caitlin laid upon.   She still wore her tattered green jumpsuit, her
belly, arms, and long legs bare and tempting.  Walsh fairly drooled
with lust, his wide, unblinking eyes drinking in her overwhelming
beauty.  The scientist made sure that Cat's wrist and ankle bonds were
secure, then he glanced over at a second table where Muerte was being
adorned with several sensor pads.

	"Begin a general bio-mapping, then try to isolate his
gen-factor," ordered Walsh at the female lab tech by Muerte's table.

	"Yes, sir," nodded the young woman gravely.

	Walsh smiled darkly to himself as he picked up a sharp knife
and slid it up Caitlin's torso, slicing the fabric of her costume,
then pulling the torn strips from her body.  He slowly pulled off her
sneaker boots, then moved his yearning gaze over her naked form,
relishing every curve and muscle.

	"The computer is beginning the bio-scan," informed the female
tech.

	"Good.  Leave me," ordered Walsh tersely.

	The young woman looked from the doctor to the unconscious
girl, then pressed her lips together as she walked quickly out of the
lab.  Dr. Walsh waited until the tech had left, then he locked the
door shut from his control console.  The doctor moved back next to
Caitlin's senseless body, then tentatively touched her upper right
thigh.  Walsh hissed in bliss, his open hand sliding up her leg to her
curved hip.  Caitlin's flesh felt warm, smooth, like a ripe fruit
dangling in the sun.  Walsh caressed Caitlin's skin, moving up her
stomach and ribs, stopping before her large, compelling breasts.  Dr.
Walsh licked his lips, then lowered his face to her bosom, rubbing his
nose and mouth over her right tit.  The round melon felt like heaven
to the doctor, the warm, soft flesh engulfed his face, made him
shudder in ecstasy.  Walsh pressed his face up Cat's breast until he
reached the pert summit.  He stared adoringly at the cherry nipple,
then licked it quickly with his tongue, the taste of her flesh tart
like a dollop of sugar.  The scientist fastened his mouth over
Caitlin's nipple, suckling it like a baby starving for milk.  He
devoured the large round orb of female flesh, his lips sliding wetly
over it, his tongue dragging around the pink knob, making it quiver
with sensual arousal.  Caitlin moaned softly, her mind reacting to her
body's excited condition.  

	Dr. Walsh pressed his face between Cat's tits, his tongue
licking the warm flesh of her cleavage, then moving slowly up the
slope of her left breast to tease the organ's sensitive nub.  Caitlin
struggled weakly in her restraints, the inhibitor collar around her
neck reducing her strength to that of an ordinary girl.  Walsh feasted
on both of Caitlin's breasts, his appetite insatiable as he sucked
loudly, obscenely, on her delicious jugs.  The doctor climbed up on
the examination table, straddling Caitlin while he slurped on her
tits.  Caitlin's wide, green eyes slowly opened, then grew bigger when
she discovered a thin, balding man in a lab coat sucking lewdly on her
breasts.

	"Hey!  Stop that!" shouted Caitlin fearfully.

	"Ah, my goddess awakes," murmured Walsh while he rubbed his
left cheek against one of Cat's dripping tits.

	"Get off of me!  Let me go!" exclaimed Cat, her limbs writhing
in their tight bonds.

	"No, you're mine," chuckled Walsh, his eyes gleaming with
insane desire.  He slid his right hand down Caitlin's torso, then
pressed it against the girl's warm, hairy crotch.  The doctor began
rubbing two of his fingers between the folds of Caitlin's pussy,
teasing it until it grew wet.

	"No, please, stop," begged Caitlin softly, tears gathering in
her eyes while her body responded to the scientist's rough advances.

	Walsh moved down to Cat's glistening cunt, then slowly licked
it with his tongue, savoring the sticky honey of her vagina.  Caitlin
gasped softly, her lips trembling with disgust and shame as the doctor
licked up and down her slit, his tongue barely entering her moist fuck
hole.  Walsh rolled his tongue around Cat's hardened clit, covering it
in drool, making it quiver in excitement.  Caitlin groaned helplessly,
she bit her lip to keep silent, to stop herself from betraying how
horny she felt, how hot her pussy was growing.  Dr. Walsh smiled
smugly, he watched Caitlin's cunt, observed how it dripped with her
sticky juices.  He slowly gathered Caitlin's cum with his tongue,
enjoyed its sweet, musky flavor as he lapped up her slit again and
again.   Walsh pried open Caitlin's pussy with his fingers, stared
into her tight hole that promised so much pleasure, so much sexual
ecstasy.  He stuck his moist tongue into her vagina, slid it in
circles around the soft, pulsing walls of her fuck tunnel.  Caitlin
moaned from deep in her being, saliva escaped from her red lips to
bead on the point of her delicate chin.  The naked girl's well-endowed
breasts rose and fell quickly, drool and sweat making them gleam like
two monuments to lust.  Caitlin's legs shook with each pass of Walsh's
mouth over her cunt, his lips on her labia made her thighs weak, made
them spread out limply in complete surrender.  

	Dr. Walsh licked the bush of Caitlin's red pubic hair while
two of his fingers probed her pink slit.  The digits dived deep into
her warm, moist depths, caressing the flesh of her slick vagina until
it closed around the doctor's fingers, squeezing them until they
mashed together.  Walsh pumped his fingers in and out of Caitlin's
cunt, his hand wet with her fluids as he sucked hungrily on her clit,
his lips pulling on the little knob until Caitlin screamed with
unconscious pleasure.  Caitlin wriggled in the bonds holding her arms
and legs to the cold examination table, her buttocks slapped against
the frigid metal as she bucked and fought the bliss pouring from her
crotch.  Walsh deeply inhaled the rich, feminine perfume emanating
from Caitlin's pussy, the scent more addictive than any drug.  He
lavished adoration with his tongue across Caitlin's inner thighs,
feeding on the wet honey that gushed from her pussy to trickle down
her legs and ass to finally gather in a shining pool on the table
beneath her crotch.  Walsh cleaned Caitlin's skin of cum with his lips
and ravenous mouth, then pressed his face into the pool of her juices,
licking the metal until it gleamed.  Caitlin lay limply on the table,
her body drained of energy, her tits pumping with each labored breath.

	The doctor lowered himself to the floor, his legs wobbling
beneath him so badly that he grasped the edge of the examination table
for support.  The smell of Caitlin's excretions filled the lab,
assaulting Walsh's nose until he thought he would go insane with
desire for the naked girl who lay within his power.  A computer alarm
shook Dr. Walsh from his obsessed reverie of Caitlin.   He looked up
at the terminals hooked up to Muerte just before the machines flared
with electricity and exploded in a great ball of flame.


	Roxanne Spaulding landed lightly on the roof of the grey-hued
building, then pulled an auto-pistol from one of her shoulder
holsters.  The young girl was dressed in a black lace bra, a hip
length black leather jacket open to her waist, tight red rubber
shorts, fishnet stockings, and hot pink ankle boots.  Purple lipstick
adorned her full pouting lips, and her short black hair was tied
loosely behind her neck in a ponytail.  Roxy walked slowly to the edge
of the roof, then peeked down at the ground.  Two burly guards in body
armor held assault rifles at attention, their visored helmets scanning
the grounds of the lab facility in infra-red and in enhanced night
vision.  Roxy bit her tongue as she attached a silencer to her pistol,
then she flicked the selector to single fire.  With smoldering eyes,
Roxy aimed the pistol at the top of one guard's head, then caressed
the weapon's trigger.   The guard didn't even grunt as he died, his
body merely began falling while Roxy shot the second guard through his
helmet.  Roxy leapt down to the ground, cushioning her fall with a
quick adjustment to the gravity around her.  As her booted feet
touched the hard earth, Roxy reached out and punched a code into the
lab facility's door panel.  The hatch hissed open, allowing Roxy to
sprint inside and rush down a brightly lit hallway.  Two more guards
appeared from side passageways, their guns leveling on the slim girl.
Roxy grinned with excitement, her blood filled with adrenalin as she
raised her gun while forcing the guards' weapons down with her
gen-power.  Two shots hissed out, punching through both guards'
visors, exploding both of their faces into bundles of dripping gore.
Roxy ran past the two quivering bodies, one of her fingers switching
the pistol to auto fire.   She entered an elevator, then punched in
another code before pressing the bottom level button.  The cubicle
shook briefly, then remained quiet as it dived down deep into the
secure levels of the Ares research facility.

	Roxy raised her pistol, then opened up when the elevator doors
slid apart.   Three guards jerked like broken dolls, then fell
bleeding to the sterile metal floor.  The petite brunette burst out
into the new passage, then sprinted down to a single, thick,
vault-like door.  Roxy entered yet another code into the door's access
pad, then backed up, gun ready, as the huge door swung inwards.   Five
scientists spun from consoles and notes, expressions of shock on their
faces as a young girl dressed like a whore walked arrogantly into
their lab and aimed a pistol at them.  Roxy blew them all a kiss
before firing her gun in a long, sustained burst, tearing the
scientists to shreds with her armor- piercing bullets.  The girl
ejected her spent magazine, then slapped in a fresh one, raising the
pistol at a floor to ceiling cylindrical tank.  A naked girl slept in
the tank, suspended in a thick, golden solution.  Roxy didn't hesitate
as she fired her gun, punching several holes into the tank until it
burst apart, yellow fetal fluids gushing everywhere.  The naked girl
fell to the hard floor, her mouth gasping for air while her limbs
jerked spasmodically.  Roxy drew close to the nude girl, then lowered
her pistol, firing a short burst into the helpless female's head.
Brains and blood splattered Roxy's boots, making her grimace with
distaste.  Roxy shattered two more tanks, then killed the men who had
floated within the containers.  Reaching into a pocket of her jacket,
Roxy withdrew several small charges, setting them strategically around
the lab, making sure all of the computers and printed notes would be
destroyed in the imminent blast.  Checking her handiwork quickly, Roxy
ran to the waiting elevator, then raised her thin arms above her head.
Metal groaned and protested before it burst out into the air of the
elevator shaft, hurling swiftly to the surface.  Roxy looked up the
hole in the ceiling that she had created, then she frowned in
concentration, her body rising into the shaft as the building above
her shook with stress.  Roxy shot up like a rocket, her hair swept
back against her skull while she focused on the building above her,
reversing gravity in a cylindrical zone.  The floor of the building
above Roxy shattered and fell upwards, slamming to a circular section
of the ceiling that also broke apart and hurled up into the sky.
Debris spewed out of a perfectly round opening in the roof of the
research facility, creating an exit for Roxy to fly out of.  Just as
the lithe girl hurled out into the night sky, a dull roar began in the
ground, building in strength until it burst out onto the surface,
heralding the complete destruction of the facility's underground
heart.

	Roxy glided gracefully in the air, her arms outspread as she
let the wind slide over her slim body.  She spun slowly in a dizzying
twirl just before her mobile phone beeped.  Reaching into her jacket,
Roxy flicked the unit open.

	"Status?" inquired Miguel Santiago.

	"Mission accomplished.  Ares' genetic enhancement program is
scrapped," grinned Roxy proudly.

	"Excellent.  Return to base and we'll celebrate," replied
Santiago with a hungry growl, the desire evident in his voice.

	"I'm looking forward to it, sir," said Roxy huskily before she
slapped the phone shut and replaced it inside her jacket.

	"But first, I have a personal matter to look into," murmured
the girl to herself, her mind spinning with possibilities as she swung
to the south, to the deep, hot jungles of South America.
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