I found Amanda in the training room. Since it was pretty early in the morning, there was no one else there. Just Amanda, in shorts and a tank top, slamming her foot into the guts of a hanging punching bag like it owed her money. Her knee, then her heel, then her palm, then her knee again, all of it crashed home as she grunted and punched and punched and punched. It was the kind of body-smashing session that you kind of expected to end with the leather giving way in a neat and dramatic way. But while Amanda was fierce, she wasn't Steve Rodgers.

So, instead, she just ended up collapsed against the bag, hanging off of it – her back curving and her cute rump thrusting out. Sweat caused her shorts to get slick enough to cling like a second layer of skin. I bit my lower lip hard enough to almost draw blood as I watched her pant and puff and glisten.

Fucking hell, I thought.

"Hey, slut-cakes." Amanda's voice came out somewhere between machine gun growl and imminent nuclear melt down. I jerked my eyes up to her eyes. "Fuck off. This isn't a public show."

I crossed my arms over my chest as Amanda – having gotten some of her wind back – stepped away and kicked the punching bag again.

"Amanda," I said.

"What part of fuck off did you not get? I thought you S-genes were supposed to be fucking smart," she said, bouncing on her feet as she shifted to put her back to me. She slammed her fists into the bag, which swayed from side to side with the body blows. I glared at the ceiling above her head. Cause if I didn't, I'd be watching that bubble butt jiggle and wiggle and be imagining strapping her wrists into the support chain of the punching bag and using her as a fucking bag, if you know what I mean.

"Amanda, I'm sorry you're..." I stopped. No, that didn't sound right.

"Sorry I'm what?" Amanda turned around, glaring at me.

"Sorry that you're partnered with an idiot," I said, blushing. "I should never have taken someone into my harem without checking with you first, to make sure you were cool with it." I sighed, looking down. "Sorry."

I waited for Amanda's response.

Kept waiting.

Kept...

I looked up.

Amanda was looking at me. Slowly, she started to shake her head. Then she started to clap, like I was Golfman and I had scored a winning golf goal by...golf...dunking. Listen, I don't know how to play fucking golf, get off my back. I blinked at her.

"Fucking swing and a miss!" she said.

"I thought, Marcy said you were jel-" I started.

"Holy shit, what?" Amanda laughed. "I'm not fucking jealous, you overdicked bimbo. I don't want to be in your freaky fuck harem, and that's why I'm so fucking pissed off! S-genes, even S-genes working for the United fucking Nations, still divide the world into pretty little treasures to grab and conquer. Did you ever consider, just maybe, that baselines might exist as more than just mooks and willing fuckslabs!?"

I blinked again. "Well, I mean...y-yeah?"

Amanda put her hand over her face. "Jesus, you sound like a puppy who got the spritzer treatment. Jesus." She turned back, then started to lightly jab and punch at the bag. "I'm mad because you turned an heiress and a fucking genius into pets. You're lying to their families about where they are and what they're doing, and TASK looks the other way cause you're the only way we can stop psycho bitches like Dr. Chaos, and at the end of the day, I'm a glorified taxi driver instead of the fucking-" She cut herself off, punching the bag hard.

"You're not a glorified taxi driver!" I said, angry now. She could bad mouth me. She could bad mouth S-genes, honestly. I mean, shit, I had a twelve inch dick, genius intellect and Olympic level physique. I could take some bad mouthing and be just fine.

But I was not going to let Amanda bad mouth her own fine self.

Amanda snorted.

"You've saved my ass at least twice!" I said, stepping closer. "And you will continue to save my ass. Fuck, you shot me down in the sims..." I grabbed her hand, blushing. "I'm not in TASK just cause of the girls I get to nut and-"

Amanda made a face.

"I said not just cause!" I said, defensively.

Amanda's face became even more skeptical.

I scowled at her. "Baselines deserve their own fucking shot in the sun! Lets say S-gene's ruled the world. You'd be breeding stock like so fast..." I snapped my fingers.

"Oh, would I?" Amanda's voice sounded dangerous.

"Well, cause, I mean...if..." I blushed.

Amanda arched an eyebrow.

I squirmed under her look. "Y-Yeah, fine, if I could, like, get away with it, and was evil, I'd totally have you in stocks and just, I'd fuck you so goddamn hard-"

"Kimmy!" Amanda snarled.

"I said if I was evil!" I stammered.

"Well, I'm so glad that you're such a bastion of morality!" Amanda said, throwing up her hands. She looked angry...but...more than that she looked sad. And nothing in the universe was sadder than Amanda O'Neill, badass-bitch incarnate, looking sad and defeated and lost. Her head hung forward and she sighed. "But no matter what, if S-genes exist, baselines are always going to be second class citizens. And-"

I leaned forward and kissed her. Her lips were soft and pliant – but her mouth didn't move to match mine. Her eyes simply widened and she tensed. I could taste the delicious sizzle of salt on my tongue – salt from her sweat and her hard work. Her mouth opened and my tongue gently probed her lips – but then I drew back. I panted. My cock was hard enough to hammer nails, but I stepped back and blushed.

"Sorry," I said. "But you looked sad. And I'd do anything to stop that."

Amanda blinked at me. Like a deer in the headlights.

Then she snorted and shook her head. "You fucking slore," she said, but her voice was full of warmth. I blushed, hard, and tried to not let my heart go hammering at ten billion miles an hour but I had already failed. Amanda opened her mouth and then shut it, grinning at me like she couldn't stop herself. The fact I had made her that happy was just, the best. I grinned back at her, about to lean in for more kissing. Maybe more. Maybe a lot more.

But then Alex's voice crackled over the PA.

"Team Kimmy, we need you all in the briefing room. Now."

Amanda snorted. "Fuckin' nerd." She punched my shoulder as she walked past.

I grinned, goofily, then rubbed my shoulder. My heart was doing weird floops. I figured I'd try and guess what that meant later. For now, we had a world to save. I presumed it was about world saving. And so, I turned and jogged after Amanda. We got to the briefing room at about the same time as Marcy, and all three of us plopped down. Me in the middle. Amanda with her feet up and her hands behind her neck. Marcy with her thigh pressing to mine. By itself, my palm found its way to her crotch and Marcy blushed, took hold of my wrist, and put it aside.

I stuck my tongue out at her.

Alex came in, a tablet tucked under one shoulder. He tapped an app on it to get the wall to turn into a screen. The screen showed some grainy security camera footage of a warehouse in some desolate, dusty looking town. I watched intently – and was rewarded when a fucking swanky ass sports car drove at the front door and smashed into it like a battering ram. The doors flipped inwards and people came jogging out of an outbuilding, holding pistols. They dropped, as if someone had just reached out and turned off their lightswitches. I saw the bloody holes in their back as they tumbled to the dirt.

Then a dark figure sprinted past the camera, into the warehouse.

I didn't hear anything else, but Alex said: "We have no feeds from inside the building – they took out each camera before we could spot anything. But the local cops say that the fifteen other guards in the warehouse were all killed. Five were shot with an MP-5 firing – headshots, each. Two more were shot with their own guns. Three were stabbed. One had their neck snapped from behind while taking a piss break."

I whistled. "S-Gene?"

Alex gestured back to the screen. A massive truck was driving out of the warehouse. It had been parked inside, it seemed, and as it drove away, the camera paused. The figure wasn't visible in the window, but as we waited, Alex held the tablet up to his mouth. "Zoom. Enhance."

"That never works in real life!" I exclaimed.

"Tabby's a wizard," Alex said, grinning.

The view zoomed in on the rear-view mirror, which was nothing but a faint blur. There was a whirr, click, and the view resolved into a slender, deadly looking woman with raven black hair, emerald eyes, and porcelain smooth skin. Her face was nearly expressionless – save for a faint furrow at her brow, like she was trying to remember if she had packed enough sammitches for the Church Picnic. There wasn't a drop of blood visible on her face.

"Who is she?" I asked.

Marcy bit her lower lip. "She's not one of Dr. Chaos' heavy hitters..."

"That?" Alex looked at us. "Is Jasmine White. She is the most dangerous S-gene assassin in the world."

I frowned. "She's not on any of the lists I've read, which makes it kind of weird, considering those are lists of all the S-genes who want to take over the world..."

"That's cause she's not a take over the world S-gene," Alex said. "She's something nearly unique."

"What?" I asked, snickering. "Dickless?"

"Asexual," Alex said.

I blinked. "Wait, what?"

"There are three asexual S-genes in the world," Alex said, frowning. "The first is a woman making triple-A video games by herself and releasing them through a shell company. The second is a man who has gotten halfway to cold fusion in the past year using nothing but the supplies in his garage. The third?" He nodded at the screen. "Is Jasmine White. Where you or I spend a good chunk of your energy on getting laid, planning to get laid, or thinking about getting laid..."

I blinked, trying to disperse thoughts of Amanda on a blood red silk sheet, covered in rose petals, while Marcy rubbed her titties with massage oil. "Right, yes, true."

"...Jasmine White spends every single iota of her energy at one thing. And that's killing." Alex frowned.

"Okay. I think I see the ish..." I muttered.

"What did she steal? And why? Was she hired by Dr. Chaos?" Marcy asked.

"We think so," Alex said. "Because she stole a bunch of high tech equipment from a TASK warehouse. Those were our agents that she slaughtered – and furthermore, only Dr. Chaos can currently afford White's prices." He shook his head. "We need to get the material back before Dr. Chaos gets her hands on it – and we need to figure out what she wants to do with the material, so we can start formulating a counter-plan to stop whatever her plan is."

"Say, thickdick," Amanda said, looking at me. "Your new bottom bitch, Chio?"

I snickered. "Yes?"

"She was held by Dr. Chaos' goons for, like, five minutes while you were fighting those jetski ninjas-"

I started. "Oh! The jetski ninja girl!" I said.

"No, you cannot fuck the jetski ninja girl," Alex said, grinning. "I already called dibs."

"What? No fair!" I exclaimed. "I beat her in the katana duel!"

"Yes, but you failed to call dibs," Alex said, shrugging. "She was fun."

"Did you record it?" I asked.

Alex tapped at the tablet.

The ninja girl – stripped of all but her domino mask – writhed on a big red bed, her golden-brown thighs spread wide as Alex dipped his face between her thighs. From the orgasmic screams that ripped from her throat, and the way her petite breasts jiggled and twitched with every movement of her lithe, flexible back, she was about five steps away from the Japanese Heaven of Getting Your Pussy Eaten Out.

That was a heaven in Shinto, right?

"Ahem!" Marcy coughed.

Alex grinned. "Wait, wait, here's the best part!" he said.

The Alex on the screen drew his mouth back, his finger thrusting lazily into her. The ninja girl had her palms under her and was looking down at her own pussy in wonder, her eyes wide – she looked as if she had never felt anything like this before. She gasped and moaned: "Oh yes! Yes! Gods yes! Yes!" She arched her back and shuddered convulsively as her juices squirted along Alex's palm, slicking his wrist and almost getting up to his elbow.

I sprang to my feet and slammed my palm down into Alex's palm – which he held down low. "Dude, nice!"

"Ahem!" Marcy didn't cough. She shouted the word. "Remember how we were talking about how asexual S-genes could actually focus?"

I coughed. "Sorry, Marcy."

"I'm not," Alex said, grinning. "She tastes like peaches."

"Fuck, Amanda, remind me next time, to totally call dibs!" I said, grinning as I looked back at Amanda. Amanda looked less than amused. I blushed. "Um, that is...right. Focus. Chio, uh...what do you think Chio might know?" I asked.

Amanda sighed. "Kimmy. Uh, how do you plan to get me into bed?"

I grinned. "Well, I'm gonna challenge you to a sparring match, and get us into wrestling as quick as I can. Then I'll start grinding against that cute ass of yours while showing that I can match you physically. Then, as we're both driven insane with the teasing, I'm gonna kiss you, then I'm gonna fuck you on that judo mat so hard that you turn to fucking butter oh my god, Amelia, you're a genius!" I sprang to my feet.

"I...what!?" Marcy asked.

I turned to face her, then grinned. "Nice." Marcy noticed the line of my eyes and slid her arms over her hard, puffy nipples, which thrust through her skintight outfit like 'come fuck me' signal flags. But since she still looked like she wanted an explanation, I leaned forward and grinned. "Gloating, Marcy. Gloating."

"Ooooh!"

***

I came into the lab area quietly and sneakily. And, like I had hoped, Chio and Tabby were standing hip to hip and were whispering to one another. Tabby was looking down at something Chio was showing her, and Chio was subtly grinding against the other girl. I gave them five, six seconds before they were doing all sorts of kinky shit. I coughed and the two spun around.

"Hey Kimmy!" Tabby said, grinning. "Totally poaching, I know, but she knows how to recombinate polyhydroxide alcoholydes within a rotating hyperdynamic magnetoconcussive field! How can I not lezz out all over her!"

"It's not that complicated, Tabitha," Chio said, sounding amused at Tabby's excitements.

Meanwhile, I was clucking my tongue. "You're not purple anymore!"

"Oh, that's cause I'm not testing the bullet proof skin paint," Tabby said. "Turns out, if you wear it too long, you start growing a tail."

"Sick!" I hissed.

"An unsexy tail," Tabby clarified.

"Balls," I swore. "Right! Before I forget!" I snapped my fingers. "Chio! Did Hot or Big Time connect you to Dr. Chaos while they had you nabbed up in their boat?"

Chio nodded. She looked nervous. "She spoke to me through their I-Phone. It was a quite surreal conversation, I admit." I could see why she was nervous. Just remembering the pure-goddess tones of my current nemesis was making my pussy soaked. And I didn't even have a fucking pussy. But if Dr. Chaos had asked me if I wanted one in that tone of voice I had heard over the PA at her North Korea base? Fuck yes. I'd be on my belly, ass in the air, begging to get knocked up right this fucking second, yes please.

I put my hand on Chio. "It's okay if you were tempted." I grinned at her. "I just need to know. Did she monologue?"

"Um..." Chio paused, then slipped away from me. She bent forward, thrusting her ass into the air as she started to rummage around for the next part of her science project. I and Tabby both locked our eyes on that firm, heart shaped rump. My cock strained against my pants as I slowly licked my lips. Chio started rummaging more, saying: "No, sorry. She didn't."

"Fuck!" I swore. Then, as Chio stood and turned to face me, I grinned at her stricken expression. "It's cool, Chio." I stepped over and kissed her. She was warm, welcoming, and so soft. My hands caressed her ass and I ground against her. Then I pushed myself back, panting softly.

"I'm sorry, mistress," Chio whispered to me.

"As I said. Fine." I licked her neck slowly, shivering. "And I will enjoy some fine dark chocolate when I get back from my mission. Speaking of Mission-" I looked at Tabby. "Best companion from KOTOR or..."

"I mean, if you like blue and fuckable," Tabby said, then beamed. "Which I do. But I'm guessing you're interested in your gear for this mission?"

I pumped my fist.

"Ko...Tor?" Chio asked.

But then Tabby was bringing out our gizmos. She unrolled a duffle and gestured to it all like a smiling showgirl. "Here we have something brand new for you: It's an electrodynamic laser pistol!" She picked up the sleek, silvery gun. "You hold the trigger down just a bit and it'll make a laser. The laser creates a channel in the air that allows it to discharge ionic energy down. This'll make a tiny plasma ball on the target's skin and send an electric surge through their body. Like a super-taser."

I grinned. "Sick."

I took the pistol, testing the weight.

"If you set it to kill," Tabby added, pointing at the pistol's switch. "The laser will switch to the other barrel – going from an infared laser to an X-ray laser. Invisible but utterly lethal. And unlike a normal gun, this will act completely different. There's no bullet drop off, you can cut with it like a sword-"

"Like a lightsaber!?" I asked, excitedly.

"No," Tabby said, her voice flat.

"Can you build a ligthsaber?" I quivered.

"No," Tabby said, sounding like she had been asked that more times than she wanted to admit.

"But what if you used a-"

"Yes! I know!" Tabby shouted. "You can use a magnetic bottle to contain a recursive plasma field powered by uranium crystals for the focusing lens, but listen, I've been begging to make a lightsaber for years, but there's one force that even TASK can't stop."

"Disney?" I asked.

"Disney's lawyers," Tabby snarled. "Now. Gadget number two!"

She picked up a tiny, gray capsule. "This is magnetic dust." She picked up a sleek glove with swirly tips. "And this is a magnetized construction glove. It should be useful in any fight with ferrous elements – which fortunately includes most of the planet! But the dust is where it really shines. The dust is a bunch of nano-scale construction components, which the focused magnetic glove can grab and use to create...well...just about anything that doesn't use chemical parts or radioactives."

I whistled. "Soooo, I can make a knife?"

Tabby nodded.

"Or a big knife?"

Tabby nodded.

"Like, the biggest knife?"

"Yes! You can make a knife!" Tabby laughed. "You can also make keys, crowbars, winches, grappling hooks, and other mechanical doobobbers."

I nodded.

"And now, for gadget three," Tabby said, holding up a tiny greyish marble. "This is a quantum bit-locked transmitter with a stealth coating and biological adhesive. It'll stick to anything if you prime it by licking it first. Lick, wait five seconds, and it'll adhere to anything you stick it too, then start transmitting to an entangled Q-bit in my lab."

"Swag!" I said, picking up the marble. I grinned at her. "So, lick, stick...trick."

"Exactly!" Tabby said, nodding.

"Anything else cool?" I asked, grinning at her.

"Well, unfortunately, the jet-pack is still in development, and we still haven't managed to get our hands on a boom-tube," she said.
"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.
"Yes," White said, then shrugged. "Your choice. Either you strip naked, or I snap this woman's neck, then torture your friends to death while you watch. I will take no pleasure in the act...but I always finish the job I get paid to do."

I looked into her eyes...and what I saw there...broke me. Cold. Pitiless. Focused. It wasn't her lack of sexual spark that did it. It was the fact she had settled on this – becoming the perfect killer. She had succeed, and I knew that another fight wouldn't end well.

She had been holding back.

I reached up. I tugged my zipper down, rolling my shoulders, wriggling until I was out of my suit. My breasts bounced free into the shockingly chilly night air, my nipples coming to full attention. I stepped out of my suit and stood there in the cold warehouse, my cock swaying. My balls shriveled slightly, but they were still fucking impressive. I knew that much. White kept watching me, but her eyes didn't even dip to my cock. Not even a little! Come on!

"Let her go," I said.

White paused. Then she shoved TB away from her. But as TB rolled away, White smashed her foot out – catching TB's knee and bending it. It snapped and popped and crackled, like a KFC piece being fought over by dogs. TB let out a whimpering gasp and clutched at her knee, sprawling. So, no chance she'd be helping. Marcy knelt beside her, grabbing onto her shoulders, glaring at White. I stepped forward – but before I could, Amanda grabbed my hand.

She yanked me around. Her cheeks were as red as her hair.

And she kissed me.

Hard.

Her tongue thrust into my mouth...and I nearly choked on the hard bulb of metal she shoved into my mouth. I closed my eyes, and her hands cupped my cheeks. Her arms rested on my shoulders as she kissed me and kissed me and kissed me. I forced myself to swallow, and managed to not upchuk into her mouth.

That...would not have been romantic.

Amanda drew back, gasping wetly.

"Stay safe, Kimmy," she whispered. "And...don't enjoy being in Dr. Chaos' harem too much. You. Fucking slut."

And with that, she shoved me away and White grabbed me by the arm.

Walking through the desert to White's getaway jet was not pleasant. My feet scraped along rocks and stepped into gritty sand and White cared not a whit for my discomfort, or the fact that swinging dick was actually pretty uncomfortable, especially in the dead of night. Fortunately, my night vision started to adapt to the starry lights overhead, and I was able to navigate around the worst of the terrain. Then we got to her jet and I frowned.

It looked a lot like a TASK jet. In fact, I could even see the part where the TASK logo had been painted over by a Dr. Chaos logo – an orb with a big C in the middle of it, with lightning framing around the edges. The door hissed open and I saw Hot, in her badass combat gear, sprawling in a seat next to a woman who took my breath away. She was luminously beautiful, with hair as black as mine. Her eyes were dark brown and her lips were full and kissable. Her breasts were heavy and sagged ever so slightly – giving her a wonderfully MILFy look, despite the fact she was dressed in a gorgeous black slinky dress with a V chest that swept down to almost kiss her bellybutton.

White shoved me into the jet, then held out her hand.

Hot tossed her a duffle bag.

White caught it.

Then White was walking away.

I drew my legs up under me as I sat on the seat across from the woman. My cock was half hard.

"Kimmy," she said, smiling at me.

My cock was full hard.

"Dr. Chaos," I said, inclining my head to her.

The super-jet took to the heavens with a quiet whirr. As it flew upwards, I tried to act like I wasn't buck naked before two of the hottest women in the fucking universe. I hoped that Amanda and Marcy were getting back to TASK headquarters, but I couldn't guarantee. Which meant I had to be focused and dedicated and ready to escape at a moment's notice.

"I love what you've done with your hair," Dr. Chaos cooed.

I beamed, reaching up to brush my hands through my hair. "Thank you so much, Dr. Chaos!" I said, almost melting with joy. She liked my hair! She liked my hair! Then I coughed, forcing the giddy excitement down to know that a girl this beautiful liked what I had done with my hair. "Ahem. So. Um...why feminization pills?"

"Oh, I'm going to let you figure it out," Dr. Chaos said, leaning back. "Please, though, I want to hear all about your day! I know it has been a tad stressful, Kimmy."

"Well, Dr. Cha-"

"Please, call me Lucy," Dr. Chaos said, cheerfully.

I snorted. "Sure, right, okay." It was a little weird that, apparently, Dr. Chaos had the same first name as my Aunt.

"Or Auntie," Dr. Chaos said. "That's good too."

I blinked a few times. "Can you read minds and are trying to fuck with me?"

Dr. Chaos chuckled quietly. "I cannot, but I am definitely enjoying watching the realization dawn, Kimmy." She stood, then sat next to me. Her arm draped across my shoulder. She smiled and whispered to me. "Where do you think you inherited your dick from?"

"W-What?" I whispered.

Dr. Chaos...smiled. She leaned close, her voice husky. "I was so proud, watching you grow up and test your skills. But TASK noticed...and slipped that awful Alex in to corrupt you." She caressed my cheek. "My poor, confused daughter..." Her voice was soft as she leaned forward, her mouth pressing to my ear. She nibbled my earlobe and I squirmed, fighting against the arousal burning through me.

"Y-You're lying," I whispered. "Y-You might...look like...like Aunt Lucy, but...I can't be..."

"My daughter?" Dr. Chaos chuckled. "It was quite easy. My sister, after two years of marriage to that stuffed shirt, she was practically begging for me to knock. Her. Up. It was the only way to be sure my daughter would inherent...this..." Her palm glided along my dick. "And the only way that my daughter would survive..."

I put my hand over my face, turned my face aside.

So, in the end, it turned out Amanda was right.

I was a freak.

TO BE CONTINUED