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Amanda and the B.O.D.

Author's note: This could "fit" into almost any category: sci-fi themed, with heavy elements of exhibitionism, attempted humor, some non-consent, and a host of others. Maybe even novella, clocking in at 12,000 words. IF YOU LIKE REALISTIC AND INTIMATE SEX, THIS IS NOT IT. Just warning those who care, before they invest too much time in it.

It's utter nonsense and scrambles all over the place, but I had fun writing it. There's an occasional, unmentioned "narrator" of sorts, and I'm hoping the style works out. Seriously, the world ruleset in this is hilariously stupid, to the point I almost never published it. I guess I might have no shame.

Anyway, It's been sitting around/cooking for a very long time (years), as I kept going back to it, finding it amusing. I hope it pleases some of you.

IMPORTANT WARNING: This story has elements of physical and sexual assault, but in a John Waters kind of way. It's meant to be over-the-top, and that extends to the "violence".

*****

Amanda and the Bureau of Orgasmic Defense

"Permission to show you my tits, sir?" shouted Lieutenant Lawson.

"Granted," responded Colonel James P. Till, rather bored from behind his desk.

Colonel Till had been a military man all his life. Born into it, he attended military schools and had years of elite physical and psychological training, as well as three tours of duty. He was recently tapped to head the Bureau of Orgasmic Defense. In his time, James Till had seen it all, and it came as no surprise to anyone that he was assigned this exhaustive task. One he didn't really want.

The B.O.D. was formed to combat the newest threat to human civilization, and only the finest and fittest women would serve in the field. Amanda Lawson was one such hopeful recruit, but she was one among thousands. She was, however, grateful she'd made it this far in the screening process, now presenting herself to Colonel Till, the director of the new agency.

Lieutenant Amanda Lawson had served in the Navy for almost a decade. Unlike Colonel Till, she came from nothing, an orphan at birth. Her journey, from infant to high school graduate, involved more than a dozen moves into various foster homes. At eighteen years of age, Amanda turned to the military for stability. Along the way, she discovered it was more than that. She became driven and motivated, and hoped to achieve the highest ranks in the Navy. Admiral, no less.

Colonel James P. Till, on the other hand, was destined to become a General, if only for his family heritage. He was experienced and capable, no doubt, but he had long lost the flames of motivation and duty. Colonel Till wanted to retire and play golf for the rest of his life, but in order to honor the family name, he had to wait until he achieved the rank of General.

Amanda unsnapped the button from her blouse and opened it wide, pulling her ample breasts over her bra. "For your inspection, sir," she barked.

The Colonel peered over his glasses and took in the view for a brief moment. He sighed and glanced back down at some papers in his hand. "Lieutenant Amanda Lawson, is it? It says here you weigh 128 pounds, at five-foot-seven. We like seeing those numbers. One needs mass, strength and size to do what you'll be doing. But we expect that weight from muscles... not - well, to be blunt - your tits. You are much heavier up top than any recruit I've seen."

Amanda dressed down so others didn't know she possessed such a sexy, curvy figure. Until recently, she was modest by nature, but times were different. Sacrifices had to be made. "With all respect, sir, I'm only a D cup."

"Yeah, that's big. Physically fit women don't typically have breasts so large. Not natural ones, anyway, and yours look quite... amazing." His voice almost drifted off. "It says here you were a Seal?"

"That's correct. One of the few women to make it through the program."

"Again, I must be brash, Lieutenant, but women who go through that program get exceptionally fit. Whatever breasts they once had, were practically gone by the time they finished training. Almost no body fat."

Amanda interrupted. "Colonel, allow me to show you the rest. You think by having a chest this large, that I might be flabby or unfit for service?"

The Colonel hesitantly nodded, as he leaned back in his chair. "That's what I'm getting at," he muttered under his breath. Outside of the file he had on Amanda, he knew nothing of her. She was just another number in the machine.

The B.O.D.'s recruitment program was a selective process that filtered up. Thousands of women were tested on their physical qualifications by instructors, and their beauty was judged by separate panels of six men and women. After grueling testing and observation, if a recruit doesn't get kicked out, she eventually goes to Colonel Till for final approval. Most of the candidates don't get far in the process.

And most would agree, that the ones who do make it to Till's scrutinizing eyes, could be considered elite in both fitness and beauty. He still failed almost half of them for not being "good enough" and those he passed went onto the training program, to become official agents. In short time, they would be out in the field. That's why it was critical to get recruits who were already in peak physical health, at the top of their game.

For the past two months, Till had done nothing but screen candidates in this selective process, interviewing girl after girl. "Aren't auditions over yet?" he often asked his assistant. He was ready to move on to other things. Fortunately, the interviews were nearing the end, and Amanda was one of the last to be screened.

Never had someone with a figure like hers made it to the Colonel's desk. He was extremely skeptical Amanda would pass his assessment, as he had failed most of the C-cup candidates for being too flabby. (There weren't many of them, anyway). Till recognized that most who passed the testing requirements shared similar physical traits. Small and firm up top, but with solid frames, like athletic gymnasts. They were strong, but also pretty, which was the other requirement of the work.

As Amanda peeled off her blouse and bra, followed by her pants and boots, the colonel began to have new considerations. Her outfit hid her hourglass figure, no doubt, but it also hid her sharply defined muscles. As we already established, every woman Till interviewed was attractive, but Amanda was downright hot, with firm abs on a flat stomach, and tight, curvy hips, leading down to a small, yet muscular bum. She was completely shaven, too. The colonel realized Amanda hadn't been short-selling herself. Even her thighs and calves were composed of rock-hard muscle.

"You know, working for the Bureau, you'll be displaying that body a lot, in possibly the most embarrassing of circumstances. Can you do that?"

"Anything for my country," insisted Amanda, not allowing her nakedness to impede her poise, or her mission. "Let me do this, sir, please. I won't disappoint you."

"Okay, it's your funeral."

******

Like I said, the Bureau of Orgasmic Defense was created to combat the world's greatest threat. What hasn't been mentioned, is it came in the form of an alien parasite. Once inside a host, the parasite takes over the victim's brain, controlling the body, and it blends into society, staying in the family homes. They attend work, school and church, just like anyone else, but when opportunities arise, they attack new victims, beating them unconscious, and implanting another seed-parasite into the next host. This is where it gets weird.

Hosts are only female. The alien attacker (often referred to as the "host-parasite") strips its victim and scissors the unconscious victim, until the host-parasite achieves climax. Orgasmic juices are released into the victim and with it, a seed-parasite makes its way to the victim's brain, taking over. This is how they multiply, living among us.

A host-parasite will often attack using blunt force trauma, grabbing a lamp or some such tool in the room to render their victims unconscious. It is crude, but effective. On rare occasions, these attacks accidentally kill the victims, but if a host-parasite acts quickly, they can release their seed and infect the brain, before the body completely dies. The parasite effectively brings the body back to life, reanimating her, until the body naturally heals itself. Scientists said if it weren't such a threat to humanity, the parasite could be a key to immortality.

We think the source of the parasite came from a meteor that fell twenty miles south of Seattle. Within weeks, hundreds of women in the area were afflicted, serving as hosts to this alien creature. It was an 'Invasion of the Body Snatchers,' only more terrifying... because there's even worse news. They make men sterile.

Forever.

Once a man fucks a host-parasite, he can never orgasm again. It doesn't matter how hard he gets, or how horny he is, it will be impossible for him to cum. Our scientists haven't figured it out, but if we don't stop the problem soon, the parasite will kill our species off by attrition. We'll stop making babies.

There are several factors that led to us discovering this parasitic threat, and the spike in sterility in the Washington area was one of them. The confusing thing is, if a woman gets infected and becomes a host-parasite, she doesn't target men in her own home or place of work. Instead, they reserve their infertility seeds for strangers, making it more difficult for us to discover who they are.

Host-parasites tend to only target attractive women to serve as hosts. We believe this is because it is easier for pretty girls to pick up strangers for sex. Parasites will use their hosts to spark conversations, make new friends, and then lead them into a private room or dark alley to attack them. By now, the public has been well informed, and people are to be skeptical of all new acquaintances. Public service messages spread everywhere, on billboards, pamphlets, TV and radio messages, and it is always in the news and online. Still, humans are social animals, and the parasitic problem grows with each passing day.

As mentioned, host-parasites take measures to protect their identities, but they can be revealed. We finally discovered a way. You see, as the parasite problem grew, we discovered - only because it happened often enough - that these alien parasites cannot help but attack an attractive, naked woman when one is near. It appears to be an autonomous action for them, to try to multiply, an element of their nature.

We found it remarkable how host-parasites could live and work amongst us, without us knowing any the better, but if an attractive, nude woman happens to be nearby, they so easily reveal their natural instinct. This knowledge gave us a path to success in this war.

Before the creation of the B.O.D., the National Guard, and then the Army, stepped up to the plate, attempting to exterminate any known host-parasites. Unfortunately, this is where it gets weirder... and gruesome. Host-parasites can't die, not in the practical sense. A parasite spreads itself throughout every membrane of the human brain, so even if there is trauma to the brain, the parts remaining continue to fire off, leaving the subject alive and in agony. Only complete incineration guarantees a complete death. It is messy, and utterly terrible.

Imagine the number of PTSD cases, asking our military men and LEOs to end lives in such ways. Fortunately, we don't have to consider that option any longer. It was by virtue of one strange incident that we discovered a way to kill the parasite, without killing the host. And this is where it gets weirdest. It's almost too ridiculous to believe.

It is entirely possible, when attacked, for a potential victim to overpower a host-parasite. In fact, it occurs in about one percent of attacks now (the B.O.D. intended to increase that percentage considerably, with these recruits). The host-parasite is still human, after all - or rather, in a human body - and she can suffer a concussion and lose consciousness, just like anyone else. One such occurrence happened when a host-parasite attacked a particularly disturbed woman in a gym locker room.

The potential victim happened to be a female bodybuilder. The attacking host-parasite was knocked out, and the bodybuilder's subsequent actions revealed a way how to kill the parasite, a fascinating, accidental discovery.

The bodybuilder played a role reversal on the attacker, sexually assaulting her, instead. She went wild, grinding her pussy into the host-parasite's face, and eventually climaxed. "Take that, you bitch!" she screamed, over and again while cumming. From her testimony, the bodybuilder was angry, in shock, and upset. In her mind, this served as an excuse for her vulgar actions. The point is, those actions saved that woman's life, the woman who had been serving as host to the parasite. She came to, awake and freaking out, just as the bodybuilder finished climaxing all over her face.

The woman could remember everything. Absolutely everything. She recalled the night she was attacked, having her brain taken over by an alien parasite, and simply "watching in the background," as she described it. She witnessed her body attack other women, and fuck strange men, cursing them to never orgasm again.

Somehow, the orgasmic juices of the bodybuilder, when ingested directly her attacker, instantly killed the parasite in the host. At first, we thought it might be some viral thing the bodybuilder had, that was unique to her, but that was not the case. Any female orgasmic juices would do. Unfortunately, we discovered it has to be "fresh" juices - a major inconvenience - and it was the final straw that led to the creation of the Bureau of Orgasmic Defense.

Exposing host-parasites to pre-produced orgasm fluid did nothing. Synthetics did nothing. Male orgasmic juices did nothing. Some of the host-parasites may have coughed or sneezed from such efforts, but they were otherwise unaffected. Only fresh, female orgasmic fluid - applied directly to the mouth and skin of the host-parasite's face - killed the parasite, and reawakened the host. Again, it had scientists stumped, but it was the only thing we knew worked.

Politicians and the public acted swiftly to create an agency to deal with the problem. The Bureau of Orgasmic Defense was no secret organization. Its agents were to root out the problem in a direct way. The mission was to have all agents live and work among the public completely naked, and be sent to where there were suspected pockets of infestation. With their elite physical prowess and training, the B.O.D. agents would play the same reversal on their alien attackers as the bodybuilder had on hers.

It was a war without traditional weapons.

****

Colonel Till looked up from some papers on his desk and handed Amanda a folder. "Report to Sanders Hall tomorrow. You'll be meeting your instructors at 0800."

"Thank you, sir. I'm always glad to pursue more physical training."

"You'll be taking crash courses in jujitsu, boxing, street and cat fighting. I'll be blunt with you, like I have with everyone else, Miss Lawson. You'll also be training how to orgasm within a matter of seconds. We'll be changing your diet, as well, and possibly your medication."

"Seconds?" asked Amanda. 'How the fuck was that possible?' she thought.

"Miss Lawson, from what I understand, by the time you're through with training, you will be able to orgasm, almost at will, whenever you want, wherever you want. Extensive training, as I said."

Amanda hid it in her face, but now she was concerned. She always struggled to achieve orgasms, much less quickly. It was some sort of mental block. Amanda knew the training would desensitize her to being naked in public, and (let's get honest here) face-sitting women, but she had no idea they expected "at-will" orgasms. If she couldn't develop that skill, would they cut her from the program?

Amanda stayed quiet, and got dressed in front of the Colonel. She took her time, enjoying his eyes on her body. Now that he had approved her for training, the colonel seemed to be taking more joy out of her nakedness. She noticed he scanned her body over several times over, smacking his lips.

Just a few weeks ago, Amanda would never have been naked in front of a stranger, much too shy at the time. She broke herself of this modesty by practicing at home, first by staying naked inside, then getting more courageous and going briefly outside to retrieve the mail. She even left the curtains permanently open. A few days ago, she invited guests over for dinner while she remained naked around them. They all knew she had signed up for the B.O.D. program, so it wasn't like anyone was offended. Still, it took Amanda a great deal of effort to drop that shield of modesty.

Once Amanda finished dressing, the Colonel said, "You're dismissed. Congratulations."

"Thank you again, sir. It was a pleasure meeting you."

"You, too," he said. When she turned and left, he shook his head. "I think that poor girl is going to be overworked," he whispered. "Every parasite in a hundred miles of her will be after that woman."

***

Sarah Blankenship had never met such a difficult subject. Phil Heath, one physical instructor (and a CO), and Lilly Renault, the beauty consultant, had Amanda Lawson marked as their best recruit. The jujitsu expert and other fight coaches also had Amanda with top marks, but Sarah was having the opposite experience.

Sarah was the sex therapist, assigned to train all recruits in the art of the orgasm. Specifically, methods that generate orgasms within a matter of seconds. The idea was, when an agent is attacked by a host-parasite in the field, they are to subdue their opponent and orgasm on them (per B.O.D. standards) as quickly as possible.

With almost two weeks of training in, Amanda had yet to achieve an instant orgasm, and only once did she have an official one. That took over fifteen solid minutes of grinding. Sarah looked at the others and spoke. Amanda was at the end of the table, awaiting her fate, staying silent. "If Miss Lawson doesn't get this, it doesn't matter how good she is with anything else. She's fine with her movements and her kegels, but she just isn't getting the rest. I'm sorry, but she won't make an acceptable B.O.D. agent."

"That's too bad," said Phil, who is almost as muscular as Arnold during his peak. "Amanda is hands down the best female grappler I've ever seen. Hell, she gives me a run for my money. In this morning's drills, she had her ass in my face in less than ten seconds." He winked at Amanda, smiling, but she wasn't feeling very happy right now.

"We have one last idea," said Sarah.

"What's that?" asked Lilly Renault, "It would be such a shame for Amanda to not become an agent for the B.O.D. Sarah, she could be the face of this organization. She's that pretty." Lilly genuinely wanted her favorite student to make it.

"We can bring in a modified Hitachi," said Sarah. "It's the best idea I, and the team psychologist, came up with. We're going to force Amanda to experience orgasms... a bunch of them. We'll see if this breaks the mental or physical block she's experiencing."

"Will that work?" asked Phil.

"Nothing else has," sighed Sarah, pausing. "But hear me out, because we'll need Amanda's permission for this. This device is like blunt-force hacking an orgasm. One cannot prevent cumming, even if sex is the last thing on one's mind. It is, by no means, pleasurable in that sense. But if Amanda will allow, we'll see if this tool aids in solving the problem, or we have to consider the possibility of letting her go."

"Does Colonel Till know this?" asked one of the others in the group.
Colonel Till received daily updates from the trainers and Amanda was his favorite recruit, often inquiring about her. The crew thought they understood why he took such an interest, as she was an amazing athlete and one of the smartest in the bunch. What they (and Amanda) didn't know, is the colonel truly fawned over Amanda. He spent more time dreaming about fucking her, than he did on the mission at hand... but then, he spent more time thinking about golf, than either of those.

"I'll let him know," said Sarah. "He won't be happy."

"Please don't," said Amanda, finally speaking. "At least, not until we try this. Of course, I'll do it. I'll do anything to become an agent, and I don't want to let the colonel, or myself, down."

"Alright," said Sarah. "This afternoon, after dinner. But Amanda, just eat an apple, or piece of fruit. Keep it light. How about we do this at the gym, six p.m.? I should have everything ready by then."

"Need any help?" asked Phil.

"You may all join if you wish," said Sarah. "That okay, Amanda?"

Amanda was so frustrated with herself, she didn't care if the whole world watched. She felt she was letting the country down if she couldn't do her part. She shrugged, nodding. "Yes, ma'am, I'll be there. And I'll really try."

"You won't have to," said Sarah.

****

Sarah was right. At first, Amanda was frightened by what had been awaiting her, but she reminded herself that she trusted her advisors. A gym horse was modified, holding a rubber vibrating pad on the seat. In front of that was the hitachi wand. It had a thicker and heavier sleeve than Amanda had ever seen. Already naked, she walked up to the equipment and climbed on, positioning her pussy just over the pad. She then noticed the pad had stimulating bumps all over its surface. She was about to pull the wand in place when Sarah stopped her, "No point. We got it."

Before Amanda could object, her arms were lifted by two assistants, and cuffed to a bar hanging from the ceiling. Straps were applied over her thighs and around the gym horse, pulling Amanda tightly onto the knobs of the vibrating pad, grinding into her labia. While she could wiggle, Amanda couldn't really move. Sarah then positioned the wand directly on Amanda's clit, clamping it in place, ensuring it wouldn't move, either.

"Alright, Amanda. Look at me. Are you scared?"

"No, not really. I feel a little awkward, is all, with everybody watching." Most the staff and coaches at the B.O.D. academy were there. Colonel Till was perhaps the only one missing. "How long will this take?" Amanda asked.

"Your safe word is 'apricots'."

"Safe word?"

Sarah pushed a button on her phone using an app. Instantly, it was as if Amanda's clit had a jet engine attached to it. The vibrating wand was as loud as a Harley, and it's supersonic frequency sent Amanda reeling into instant climax, if by force. She couldn't stop cumming, as juices shot out of her pussy in every direction.

It wasn't like having one orgasm after another. More like, it was on Peak 10 for the entire duration the wand was running. Amanda's body jerked and jiggled, sending spasms into muscles she didn't know she had, and her breasts shook like Parkinson's. She held that orgasm, soaking herself, the equipment, and the floor beneath her, until Sarah finally pressed the button again, abruptly stopping the vibrators.

"Jesus Christ, how long was that?" huffed Amanda, trying to catch a breath.

"Four seconds."

Amanda was barely able to lift her head, but saw the others looking stunned, as if they'd just witnessed some miracle of science. "And how long am I supposed to do this for?" she moaned. "I don't know how much of that I can take."

"That's why we tied you up, Amanda," said Sarah. "You have an hour to go."

Before Amanda could scream her objections, she screamed in pleasure. Again, it was a forced, unwanted pleasure, but pleasure nonetheless. Sarah had pushed the button, sending Amanda into involuntary, peak-bliss mode, the vibrators ravaging her clit and pussy.

It was exactly as Sarah Blankenship described, like "hacking" an orgasm. Amanda wasn't sure how long she screamed, but somehow she fought the urge to yell out the safe word. Hell, she could barely remember it... but she wasn't dead, and she wasn't dying. She was just cumming.

Amanda kept reminding herself that it was just a test; just an extremely displeasurable experience... while also being so utterly, fucking, unbearably pleasurable. Amanda cried out as she remained strapped in her own puddle of juices. She was in a state of confusion and disbelief, as her clit rang in perpetual climax.

Eventually, others left the room to, leaving Sarah and Phil to oversee Amanda. After some time, she was just hanging from the cuffs, unable to support herself. The straps held her in place, ensuring her pussy and clit remained stimulated in the maximum way, and she began hallucinating. At first, with colors and sounds, but eventually images. "I can't stop cumming," she whispered, delusional. "I can't stop cumming."

It was far in the back of Amanda's mind, but somewhere, it was there. The realization that she had never actually achieved an orgasm until now. All this time, she had teetered on the edges of climax, thinking, "That's what it feels like," but never had she actually experienced the explosion of sensation a real orgasm delivers. She felt it now. In fact, it's all she felt.

Amanda's light hallucinations morphed into more vivid dreams, and in those dreams, she was also cumming, juices spitting out of her pussy for everyone to see. She saw herself doing this while reliving notable experiences in her life.

First, she was at graduation, walking on stage to receive her diploma... while buck naked and squirting all over the Dean's shoes. In another instance, she found herself in her room, at the old house, when her father stepped through the door. "I can't believe our girl is leaving us," he said. Amanda was naked and brushing her hair in front of the mirror. She turned to him. "I'll come visit, don't worry," she said, while a heavy stream of juice poured down her inner thighs. Save for being nude and cumming all over herself, each dream in Amanda's mind was accurate to the actual memory.

With each passing memory/dream, Amanda became more and more immune to the uncomfortable feeling of being naked (and climaxing) in front of people. It was unspoken, but it was as if they gave Amanda their permission to cum.

In her orgasmic madness, Amanda now found herself at The Plate & Whistle, a fine dining establishment she'd only been to once. It was where Buck Turner took her the night he proposed. The night she turned him down. Amanda looked up from her meal, cedar plank salmon, to see Buck seated across from her. Amanda often wished she hadn't said no to him. He left her for good after the rejection.

"Are you enjoying yourself?" he asked.

Amanda looked down, seeing her naked body. She was cumming hard on the upholstered chair, and it was already soaked. Whenever she looked to Buck, he just smiled, as if he enjoyed watching her be naked, cumming in public.

"Oh my, what a beautiful couple," said an elderly lady, walking by with her husband. The hostess was showing them to a table.

Again, Amanda realized every detail of this memory played out exactly as the real events occurred, except for the nakedness and orgasms. The characters obviously saw her, and even paused to watch her squirt endless streams of pleasure. Outside of that, their behavior, speech and script was the same as what had actually happened that night. Amanda couldn't manipulate the dream much. It was like riding in the passenger seat, just re-watching the events unfold.

"I've been waiting for this evening for so long," said Buck, smiling. "You are the most amazing woman." Amanda felt her heart sinking, just as she had that night, yet even with that terrible feeling, she also felt herself cumming, even harder now. She pushed in, squeezing, utilizing her kegels, riding the orgasm as high as she could take it.

"You're smarter than me, obviously more beautiful than me, SO much sexier than me, and you're the most selfless person I know." Buck paused for dramatic effect. "Amanda, it would be an honor, and I know I don't deserve you... Would you marry me?" He pulled out a small, fancy box, opening it. The ring was a gorgeous number.

In tears, Amanda screamed loudly in pleasure, cumming harder than she'd ever known possible, lifting her hips as high as she possibly could. In reality, it wasn't a lot, as she was strapped down to the horse, but in her dream, Amanda flashed the whole room as a stream of juices shot across the table, soaking the tablecloth, her food and Buck's wine glass.

In the real world (in the gym), Amanda came very hard at that same moment, and juices splattered Phil and Sarah who were watching nearby. "Five minutes to go," said Sarah.

"Do you think she's going to be okay?" Phil asked. "She looks like she passed out a while ago." Amanda's body was flipping and flopping on the vibrating torture devices. She unconsciously moaned in pleasure as the machines assaulted her pussy.

"Well, she's obviously not dehydrated," said Sarah, wiping pussy juice from her cheeks, "and her vitals are fine. Might as well let her finish."

Phil nodded, and a few minutes later, two assistants came back and helped pull Amanda off the gym horse. The smell of one-sided sex filled the room, but no one seemed to mind. Amanda was just waking, while a young, strong assistant held her at the waist. "Did I do it?" she moaned. "Did I cum?" Amanda almost dropped at the knees, but the man caught her. After a minute or so passed, Amanda finally began finding strength in her legs.

"Amanda? Can you look at me? You're going to be fine." It was Sarah.

Amanda was shaking, almost convulsing, but lifted herself a touch more, trying to strand straight. "Yeah... yeah.. I just needed a min-"

"Look below you, Amanda, and at the machine. Just take a look."

Amanda focused as best she could manage. She saw how wet the floor was, and then she realized she felt dampness on her feet. Turning, she saw the gym horse was drenched, like someone took a water hose to it.

"That's all you, Amanda. You came. You really came. You know what it feels like now."

Amanda almost chuckled as the memory of that extended, orgasmic climax finally came back to her. She could remember everything, even the dreams she'd had. "You got that right," she whispered.

"This is very promising," said Sarah. "Tomorrow, we will start again with the basics, and see if you can achieve a natural orgasm in much less time."

"Miss Blankenship, I, uh.. I think now that I know what it feels like - now that I feel like it's okay to have one... I won't have trouble achieving an orgasm again."

"You think so, really?" asked Sarah, skeptically.

"Well, I hope so," she said, turning to face the sex therapist and her favorite trainer, Phil. She let go of the assistant, feeling able. Her pussy continued to tingle, though. A lot. Like how it used to feel when she thought she achieved orgasms. Now she understood that feeling is more akin to riding the edge of an one.

Phil addressed Amanda directly, stepping forward and patting her on the shoulder. "You did great, Amanda. I'm rooting for you." Without even thinking about it, Amanda responded with an orgasm, crying out in pleasure. It was completely spontaneous, and Amanda didn't know if it was from Phil's touch, or the fact that he gave her a smidgen of attention. Both acts made her incredibly horny, and juices involuntarily squirted out of her, spraying Phil's pants.

"Oh, my," he said, stepping back. "No worries. That's okay."

His talking made it worse, and Amanda came a second time, embarrassing herself again. Juices poured down her legs. By their facial expressions, the assistants enjoyed watching the hot, naked girl cumming in front of them, and that made Amanda even hornier, and she came a third time.

"Uh oh," said Sarah to the others in the room. "She might be a little too sensitive right now."

That was an understatement.

***

Amanda spent the next few hours eating and drinking, hydrating, while discovering many triggers that made her cum. As such, she found it best to remain naked. A guy looks at her with a bit of lust in his eyes? She was going to cum. Sit down on the chair just right? That's an orgasm. Need to pee? Probably having a quick, one-off while she's in there. Amanda appeared to be perpetually on the verge of orgasm.

It took courage, conviction, and a bit of time for Amanda to adjust, but over the next few days, Amanda developed more and more control. "I think the kegels are helping. Like they're getting even stronger. I can hold it more. Not too many triggers that instantly set me off." Amanda was in Sarah's office, and the first batch of recruits was set to hit the streets in four days.

"From what you're saying, you think you can perform your duty?"

"I keep getting better at this," said Amanda.

"Can you cum on command?"

"Pretty sure I can, yes, ma'am."

"Please do so," said Miss Blankenship.

"Now? Here?"

"Yes."

Amanda was dressed. In fact, it was the first time she had been dressed since the experience in the gym. After finally feeling like she had control, Amanda felt good about dressing, and now she had to strip. She did so quickly, knowing Sarah demanded it. Amanda hadn't actually practiced this, but her hunch was right. Simply thinking about something that sexually excited her drove her over the edge, and juices already began pouring down her legs.

"Can you do it again? On my face?"

"Your face?"

"Yes, Amanda. In the field, you have to cum on women's faces. Can you do it?"

The thought of it made Amanda very horny, and she continued cumming more, uncontrollably now, though she tried not to let Miss Blankenship know. Amanda had also gotten pretty skilled at "stealth orgasms" as she called them. She'd cum, but while holding her body and expressions still.

Sarah stepped around her desk, approaching Amanda. With lightning-fast speed, Amanda leaped forward, surprising the sex therapist. Amanda grabbed her left wrist, and twisted it, pulling down, judo-ing Sarah the ground, while quickly wrapping her legs around her head. In another flash of motion, Amanda swung around, digging her clit onto her victim's lips. Juices squirted, first splashing Sarah in the mouth, then washing all over her face. Smacking her lips, Sarah finally pushed off, "Okay, I think you got it. In fact, you do it better than any other recruit I've seen."

Amanda hopped up, giggling. "Now, that was fun." She was still cumming.

"Hot, too," muttered Sarah, going back to her chair behind the desk. "I think the colonel will be glad to know, you're passing as the top recruit."

"I'm ready to do my part," beamed Amanda.

****

Colonel Till was addressing almost a hundred women in the auditorium, speaking at the podium. It was their graduation ceremony and Amanda was seated in the front row, a spot reserved for the girl with Special Honors. Colonel Till spent the last ten minutes talking about the recruits, the program, and then Amanda specifically, noting her accomplishments to everyone in the room.

Amanda blushed from the praise, and almost orgasmed from all the attention and eyes on her. She was proud her ability to hold back the orgasms was becoming more defined, but at any given moment, she could break the dam. It was simply a matter of "letting go."

Colonel Till was still speaking, "You'll be working two to a team, and we're going to start in the heart of the city. You will all get your assignments in due time, but I'll give you an example." He pointed back to his favorite graduate. "Lieutenant Amanda Lawson will be paired with June Mitchells." Amanda knew June, a pert, lithe redhead, one of the smaller agents on the team. The colonel continued. "These two agents will start at offices downtown, walking the floors, cubicle by cubicle, room by room. The goal is for each team to seek and destroy two alien parasites per day. More, if you are healthy and see fit."

Colonel Till went through the logistics and scope of the project, explaining it was a multi-year process, with the goal of a seventy percent reduction in host-parasites by the end of year one. Amanda wondered how life was going to be like, being naked every day, committing the same sexual act every day. 'Guess I'll find out soon enough,' she thought, before getting up to receive her badge and certificate.

Amanda Lawson was now an official of the B.O.D.

***

"How'd it go?" asked President Large.

"Ceremony's over. They start tomorrow. Second batch should be out in a month or so." Colonel Till was always nervous when he spoke to the president. She insisted on talking on video-phone, and where the camera was placed, one could see President Bonnie Large from the torso up. The colonel found it difficult to look her directly in the eyes.

Bonnie Large was a hot ticket in politics for over two decades. In young adulthood, she was a student activist, known for her shenanigans of streaking political debates to voice her discontent. Her chest made her infamous (and perhaps her last name contributed to that notoriety), but her later works made her world-famous. Bonnie was elected mayor of a small town, and quickly turned it into a thriving community, then she served as a senator for two terms before her first presidential run. Bonnie Large was extremely popular with the public, up until this parasite outbreak. Colonel Till knew a lot was riding on this (which is why he didn't want the responsibility).

"Fill me in with daily updates. 0800 every morning."

"Of course, Madam President."

"Maybe we can make you General sooner than later. How does that sound, Colonel Till?"

The Colonel perked up. "It sounds flattering. I'd be honored."

"A hundred parasite kills by next month, and I guarantee it. Assuming I get my daily updates. I want to know where your agents are working at all times."

"Of, course, ma'am. Anything you say."

As the screen went dark, the colonel smiled. Maybe he could get out of this sooner than expected. "St. Andrews," he said to himself, thinking of the famous golf course. "Here I come."

***

"You nervous?" asked June, on the drive to their first assignment.

Amanda and June were moved in together, an action taken by the agency itself. Following the graduation and awards ceremony, they'd set the two up in an apartment in the heart of the city, twenty miles from base.

"We'll keep a sharp eye on you," said Sarah Blankenship, who had given them the keys to the apartment. "You'll be checking in three times daily. Make this your home for now."

Today, the two were headed to the Maverick & Jones building, a skyscraper downtown, not far from their new apartment. The cab driver was all too eager to see them. "Hey, you'se those new secret agent womens, ain't ya? To stop this alien thing what we got?"

"Well, not so secret," laughed June, motioning at their naked bodies. The only thing they wore was each a titanium chain, with a small badge attached, hooked and hanging below their necks. The badge explained they were agents of the B.O.D. and were allowed access to inspect any building, any room, anywhere, anytime. Agents had complete authority to root out host-parasites.

Amanda finally responded to June's question, "I'm not nervous, but I do have butterflies. I'm so eager to do this. This challenge is everything we've been training for.

"I'm excited, too," smiled June. "Think we'll get any parasite kills today? And don't worry, I got your back. I saw how good you are on the mat, though. I'm not sure you'll ever need my help."

Amanda laughed. "Between the two of us, we're gonna kick ass."
***

Maybe the scientists didn't fully understand the scope of the problem. Maybe it was worse than expected, because when Amanda and June stepped out of the cab, they got attacked immediately. Three women had been standing at a corner, waiting for a light to allow them to cross. The moment the three caught sight of the two naked agents, they rushed towards them, as fast as their physical host bodies could push.

Amanda and June sprang into action, and the cab driver cried out, "Whoa! Already?" Amanda was thrilled he was watching. Would he get an opportunity to see her cum on some bitch parasite's face? It excited Amanda to no end.

A skinny blonde was closest and June screamed out, "I got this one!" She lunged forward, tripping the fast-moving woman. In seconds, June was grappling her on the ground. Amanda saw the other two closing in and ducked right, extending a leg, making the closest attacker stumble. Amanda then leapt sideways, tackling the other. In less than two seconds, Amanda swung around, soundly planted on the attacker's face. She came viciously hard, an avalanche of juices soaking the woman.

The first attacker reeled back, preparing to jump Amanda, but Amanda beat her to the punch, springing off the face of her victim. "Oh my god!" the ex-parasite-host screamed. "I'm back! I'm back! What? How?"

Amanda didn't have time to explain, as she wrestled the other attacker to the pavement. She caught sight of June wrapping her thighs around her own attacker's head, and then she had quickly began stroking her clit, unabashedly letting everyone around watch her masturbate. In seconds, June was cumming.

Watching that act made Amanda so horny that she was already cumming as she finished pinning her attacker down. The host-parasite was screaming as drops of orgasmic juices burned into her. Amanda squirted another time, directly in the mouth, instantly killing the parasite and springing its victim back to conscious.

The three ex-hosts now began to respond emotionally, crying, as they realized they were free from their mental prisons. "Thank you," they repeated, again and again to the two agents.

June looked to Amanda, "I bet we're the first ones with kill counts. What do you say? Want to go smash some more numbers?"

"We haven't even made it in the building," laughed Amanda, stepping onto the curb. "I think I might love this job."

"Me, too."

People in cars and on the walks had watched the events unfold, amazed, but some didn't know what to make of it. Others - those who were updated on the news - recognized the two ladies must be agents of the B.O.D. and were just doing their job. Audible cheers were heard echoing off the street. Apparently, they liked what they saw. June and Amanda waved and finally made their way into the building.

***

That night, after a long day of wrestling alien-parasites and cumming on faces, Amanda took a shower and got dressed in her pajamas. She was smiling wildly and giggling the whole time, never having felt so empowered. Between her and June, they bagged twelve parasite kills.

June had a date with her boyfriend, and Amanda was looking forward to the time alone, maybe some TV and popcorn. Just as she plopped down on the couch, she heard a knock. "Should be open," Amanda shouted.

To Amanda's surprise, it was Phil, the CO and health instructor. He was carrying a bottle in a brown paper bag. "Hey, I drove all the way up here after I heard the news. Just so proud of you."

Amanda picked herself off the couch. "Oh yeah? It was so much fun! But you didn't have to drive up here."

"Of course I did! Eight kills? The next closest to you was your partner, with four. You two are incredible. I've kept you on such a strict diet, that I feel like I owe you the champagne myself. You deserve to celebrate!"

"Well, thank you!" said Amanda, hugging her trainer. It was the first moment, in a while, where she almost accidentally came. She surprised herself that Phil's touch still made her so horny.

"Do you have glasses? I brought some, just in case, but left them in the car."

"Actually, I do, from my old apartment. I know exactly which box they're in. We're almost done unpacking, but not quite."

As Amanda walked to the kitchen, digging through a box off the floor, Phil kept talking. "Amanda, you are something special. No one has your skillset, you know that? If every agent was at your level, we'd eradicate this problem in a matter of weeks." Amanda blushed, handing the glasses she found to Phil. "It really does amaze me. Do you mind? Would you show me?"

"I'm sorry? Show you?"

"How you can orgasm on command. Sarah said you are better than any other agent. Would you do the honor of showing me?"

Phil's words made Amanda raging horny, even if they shouldn't have. She wanted to cum, as badly as he wanted to witness it. Without speaking she peeled out of her pajamas and instantly squirted on the floor, almost hitting Phil's left leg. He looked at every inch of her naked form as she soaked herself. After several seconds, Amanda closed the dam. "I gotta admit," she giggled. "It's almost like having a superpower."

Phil's cock was unabashedly risen in his pants. Amanda wanted to cum again, but held it... barely. He poured the glasses. "To your unique gift. Talent. Superpower. Whatever it is, you are the Amazing Amanda. May I ask, does it feel good every time?"

"You mean the orgasms? Yes, silly. Orgasms feel very good... that much I learned..."

"It didn't seem like you enjoyed yourself, when you were on the machine."

"I don't think I did. However, I think it may have taught me how to."

"Ah."

There was a moment of silence between them. Amanda was stealth orgasming now, and hoped Phil didn't notice the extra dampness drooling down her inner thighs. It didn't matter, because after they clanged glasses and sipped the champagne, Phil put his glass on the table and unzipped his pants, pulling out a thick, meaty cock. "Amanda, do you mind if I cum? You are so sexy, and well, you came... but only if you don't mind."

Amanda's pussy rang out in ecstasy. The sight of his cock, the desire in his eyes, she was in instant-uncontrollable-perpetual-orgasm mode. "In my mouth, please," she begged Phil, rushing toward him. "I haven't had it in my mouth in months."

Amanda soiled the floor beneath her as she knelt down, taking the hefty cock onto her lips. She never stopped cumming as she worked the shaft, and it didn't take long for Phil to reach climax, either. Amanda swallowed as much as should could, but vast amounts dripped out of her mouth, running down her chin. A large goopy mess splashed on her tits.

Phil started laughing, as he watched his student continue to cum in front of him. It was as if she was an orgasm faucet. "How about one more glass of champagne?" he asked, after she finally quieted herself.

"I haven't even finished the first."

***

"I must meet this team, this Amanda Lawson and June Mitchell," insisted President Large, once again speaking to Colonel Till via video phone. "You say over a hundred kills in three weeks? This one team alone? I must meet with them."

"But Madam President. You said something about me becoming General. The women cannot be interrupted now. They've discovered something of utmost urgency. That said, may we move forward with the promotion? My uncle is near death, and it would be an honor for him to see this before he passes."

Colonel Till didn't give a shit about his uncle, but he was truthful about the agents. They had discovered something important: how to interrogate alien-parasites, before killing them. By only cumming "a little" on the face of an alien-parasite, it doesn't kill it instantly, but it is painfully torturous. After performing several impromptu face-sitting interrogations, Amanda and June discovered the parasites have a "head" and if they kill it, and they will all die. It was simply a matter of finding the host it was in.

"Their work cannot be interrupted at this time," insisted the Colonel.

"Tell you what, Colonel Till. Put at least one of those girls on a plane, and fly her over here. Sacrifice one of them, so I may formally meet with her. It's a good photo op for the B.O.D. and me. You do that, and I'll award your star right after."

"Done," he replied, without hesitation. "She'll be flying out tomorrow morning."

"We'll make room on the schedule."

***

June and Amanda were eating dinner in their kitchen. Amanda was stumped. "Before I killed that last parasite, I asked it how many there were."

"Yeah, what did it say?" asked June. They tended to refer to a host-parasites as "it" rather than "she".

"Thousands. It said thousands. I think it may have meant tens of thousands. If that's the case, how are we going to find the head of this thing? We've asked when interrogating, but maybe it's a closely guarded secret and they'll die before giving that information up. Maybe these low-level parasites just don't know."

The house phone suddenly rang, interrupting the conversation and June jumped, picking it up. "Oh, hello Colonel... yes... yes... that's right... I got three today... uh huh... OH MY GOSH! REALLY? Yes, yes!... Of course, I'll be there. And what about Amanda?" There was a long pause. "Okay... okay, sir."

"What did the colonel want?" asked Amanda, as June hung up.

"I have to meet the president tomorrow. Fly out first thing, meet her for a luncheon and get some photos. I guess propaganda for the agency, right?" June laughed nervously.

"Are we both going?"

"No, he said only one of us. I don't know why."

"I hope you know this doesn't mean I'll be taking the day off."

Amanda and June worked together, as advised, but June had been right when she said Amanda would never need her help. Amanda had saved June's hide on several occasions, helping her beat down tough opponents. Amanda, it seemed, could handle anyone, even two or three at a time. Hell, she could spray a room, blinding attackers if needed.

"Just be careful," said June, before pausing. "You know... do you want to go, instead? You deserve this more than me."

"It's okay, June. You do your thing. Let's not cause any waves."

It would be an honor to meet the president, but Amanda was more keen on solving the problem at hand, and taking out parasites. The mission was her obsession.

****

Four kills was tied for her lowest day, but Amanda was exhausted. Working alone definitely made things more challenging, regardless of her skillset. It was after eight p.m. and Amanda was soaking in the tub, when she heard the front door swing open and close. It should have been locked.

"Hey, who's there?" Amanda called out, sitting up.

June came rushing in, screaming, "Oh my god, oh my god, I got to meet the president!"

"Holy shit, you're already back?"

"Yep, back on a direct flight right after the photo op. God, that took forever! But everything else! Amanda, you will be so happy to know that President Bonnie could not stop talking about you."

Amanda blushed. "That's awesome."

"So how was your day?"

"Rough! I really could have used you," sighed Amanda. "Toughest day yet."

"Hey, how about a glass of wine to celebrate?"

"Sure, but we don't have any."

"I do! They loaded me up with two bottles. Can you believe it?"

Amanda thought back to the drink she shared with Phil. It was the last time she had alcohol. Though this would be nice, but Amanda didn't think sharing a glass of wine with June would be quite as interesting as the experience with Phil. Amanda stepped out of the bath and dried off as June readied the glasses, bringing them back to the bathroom. "Here ya go, babe. To the best two agents in the B.O.D."

The two slugged the drinks down and June asked, hopping on her toes, "Another?"

"Give me a sec to get my PJs on real qawic.. cowit.. quick..." Amanda slurred her speech badly. She stepped past June, into the hall, heading to her room, but stumbled and fell to her knees. "Heeey.. whu.. whut's haaap..."

Amanda felt pressure on her shoulders, as her torso was twisted around. It was June, pushing Amanda down, making her legs roll out from under, into an awkward position. June tried to pin her roommate, but that awkward angle allowed Amanda to push off her legs with all her might. It sent June flying sideways, smacking the back of her head against the wall, and she slumped to the floor, motionless.

Amanda's vision was blurring and her muscles felt slow to respond, but she knew what she had to do. She had to cum on June's face before passing out. Amanda yanked on partner's arm, pulling her body flat, facing up. It gave Amanda room to roll her ass over, and on top. Amanda tried to "unleash the dam" but nothing was happening. She then touched her clit and felt some sensation, but it was numb. Thinking as quickly as her clouded mind could manage, Amanda began masturbating on her partner's face. "Please let me cum, please let me cum," she muttered.

It wasn't working. It was like riding the edge, but never going over. Like being stuck at the top of the waterfall. Amanda was scared and confused, desperately trying to make herself cum.

"Hey... door's open!" called out a man, just as June was beginning to wake up.

"Here! In here!" cried Amanda. "Ha.. He.. Help!" She wasn't sure how loud she was, confused, unfocused.

June began pushing, struggling to escape Amanda's legs that were wrapped around her head. Amanda wasn't sure how much longer she could hold her partner back.

"Hey, I was just in the neighborh-"

Phil instantly recognized what was happening. Amanda was obviously impaired... and struggling in the grappling match. But the moment Amanda saw Phil, memories of their sexual tryst from a few weeks back flooded her mind. Autonomously, she climaxed, juices spraying directly into June's mouth. The parasite in June screamed aloud, then quickly died.

"It's the fucking President!" screamed June, instantly conscious, alive in her mind once again. "She attacked me in her office when we first met. It was a total surprise!"

Amanda barely heard the words, before passing out, the drugged wine finally taking its full effect.

"Oh, yeah..." said June, looking at Amanda, then to Phil. "Sorry about that."

***

Amanda felt groggy in the morning, but otherwise okay. Phil stayed the night, sleeping on the couch, while June stayed with Amanda in her bed, ensuring she stayed safe in her drug-induced coma. Even though June had no control of her actions at the time, she still felt badly about spiking Amanda's wine. With the parasite in control of her actions, June watched as she drugged and then attacked her partner and new best friend. She was so grateful Amanda had been skilled enough to stop her, even if the odds were against it.

"So please go through this again," said Phil to June, as the three sat around the breakfast table.

"Like I said, I met the president in her office and she asked the assistants to give us a moment. Before I knew it, that bitched knocked me out with chloroform. Next thing I know, it's like I am on a ride, unable to talk or communicate, or control any of my actions, just watching what happens. It is a terrible experience."

"And you're sure President Bonnie Large is the head of this thing?"

"Absolutely. She wanted Amanda. Someone with her physical prowess to infiltrate the B.O.D. To spreading it from agent to agent." June had tears beading in her eyes as she spoke to her friend.

"It's okay, June. It wasn't you. And look! We can stop this thing now! Let's call the colonel and tell him the good news."

It was not at all good news to the colonel. Plans had been made to officially promote him six days from now, and it was the president herself who cleared it. He didn't give one goddamn if the girls found the head of this alien parasite infestation. At least not until he got his star.

***

"Not until next week? If we wait that long, President Parasite will know I didn't get turned," insisted Amanda.

She and June were in Phil Heath's office. He had given them the bad news, that they had to wait a week before he could authorize any movement on their mission.

"We have to go now, Phil!" The two had hoped to catch the first flight to D.C.

President Large was the root of the host-parasites, and if she was getting inside information from Colonel Till, it could blow the whole operation. Phil knew the girls would be upset, but he didn't think it was so critical, it couldn't wait. He tried to calm the two agents.

"Colonel Till is being promoted to General in five days. President's orders herself. Till says he doesn't believe your report that President Large is somehow the Queen Bee of this parasite problem. I'm not sure I do, either. But even if Till believed it, he has every reason to deny so. All he ever drones on about his getting his star and leaving."

"You have to let us go, Phil. Now." June was the one voicing the demand. "With the parasite out of me, our lives are in danger. President Large is going to discover her plan to turn us (June pointed at herself and Amanda) didn't work."

"I'm sorry, girls, but I can't let you go. The Colonel won't approve it, and there wouldn't be a way to get you to see President Large today, anyway. There's a press conference on the front lawn of the white house late this afternoon."

"Get us there," said June. "We'll disguise ourselves as journalists. Can't you do something?"

"I'm sorry, I can't. I might not love Till, but if I go against his orders, it'll be my career. Come on, the worst that can happen is-"

Like lightning, Amanda leapt across Phil's desk, doing a half tuck and roll, and before he could respond, her legs were firmly gripped around Phil's head. "Sorry about this, boss!" Amanda screamed, as she squeezed down, closing his air passages, choking him out. He tried to lift up, or knock Amanda off, but June rushed forward, wrapping her arms around Phil's body, limiting his movements. Amanda continued pulling down on his neck with her tight legs.

Perhaps it was muscle memory, or the elite training, that drove Amanda to subdue Phil in such a manner. Maybe if she hadn't been naked, she might have taken a different approach, but this seemed natural. Ever since Amanda and June started the mission, they never wore clothes. It was their uniform.

Amanda squeezed every muscle in her core, drawing her legs tighter and tighter around Phil's neck. It was harsh, and she knew she was letting Phil down in her treasonous behavior, but she had to do it. June was right. They had to stop the president now, and she could not allow Phil, or the Colonel, or anyone, to be an obstacle to that. As much as she loved the military, Amanda would sacrifice it all, to do what was right.

Though Amanda didn't wish it, she found her actions incredibly stimulating, with her pussy grinding so firmly into Phil's face. She climaxed again and again, before he finally lost consciousness.

"Thank god he passed out," said June, sighing, wiping sweat off her brow. "I thought he might drown first. So... tell me, again... why did we just do that?"

Amanda waved off June's quip. "We can't have anyone else knowing about this. Like you said, we need to get to D.C. and end this. If we don't, you bet President Large will be sending real killers after us, not just other host-parasites."

"You're probably right. So what are we going to do?"

"As much as I hate to, we'll have to tie Phil down. After the mission, we'll let someone know to free him. Right now, we need to get to D.C."

"What if he has to pee or something?"

Amanda shrugged. "There are more humiliating things one does for country. He'll have to forgive us later."

"So how do we get to the president?" June and Amanda hadn't been friends long, but June knew her partner well enough to recognize her brilliance. Amanda had already proven how clever she was at rooting out parasite cells, and no one had a better fight I.Q. She was one of a kind, and June was thrilled to be her partner.
"The press conference," said Amanda. "We'll run back home, get dressed and go undercover."

Truer words were never spoken.

"Yeah?" said June. "This sounds fun."

"If we can get past the guards and staff, once we get close, we strip and attack. Pull your hair up, June. Put on some dark make-up. We won't want the president to recognize you." June had already met the president and her presence could impair the mission. "You won't be naked, so that might throw them off, too."

It took June and Amanda almost twenty minutes to securely tie Phil to his chair. The two roped him tightly, to the point where he'd have trouble executing so much as a wiggle. "Good thing military guys always keep plenty of rope around," said June.

"I'm sorry about this," said Amanda to Phil, as he began to come to, murky-headed. It took him a moment to realize he was tied down, and when he tried to voice his objection, doubly surprised all he heard was a muffled whimper. His mouth was stuffed with rags and taped around his face. Fortunately, he could breathe through the nose just fine. Amanda leaned in, whispering, "I'll make it up to you, I swear." The two jetted out, locking the door behind them and leaving the stunned man in a state of distress.

What if he has to pee?

***

An hour later, June and Amanda were at the airport, buying tickets at a kiosk. "We obviously have to use our real I.D.s here," said Amanda. "But I wouldn't think anyone is tracking us. Not yet, anyway."

June picked up a stub ejected from the machine. "Amanda, is it me, or does it weird feel wearing clothes?"

Amanda chuckled, "I wasn't going to mention it."

Amanda wasn't used to walking around in public now, without crowds of people checking her out. Being dressed down, she now felt like one of the "regular people" and it had been weeks since she last experienced it. No one was really giving her or June a second glance. The two made it just in time for boarding, and as they got seated Amanda said, "With the time zone difference, we'll have maybe one hour to do this."

"Good thing we didn't bring any luggage."

Amanda wasn't off by much on the time, and once the taxi dropped them off near 1600, they sprinted the rest of the way. "Hey, you!" screamed June, to a random camera operator. He was near a van, organizing equipment, when he was rushed by the two agents. "Hey, do you have a pass to get in?" June pressed.

The man stepped back a bit. "Hey, lady. I'm just doing my job. I can't do nothing for you, or-"

Before he continue objecting, June snapped open her blouse, exposing her breasts, and the badge she carried, introducing herself, "June Mitchell. Agent of the Bureau of Orgasmic Defense. We need your help, and we have good reason."

Fortunately, no one else was paying us any attention, and June quickly snapped her blouse back together before anyone noticed the strange scene. June rushed through the chain of events with the man, but Amanda put it in terms that best convinced him. "You'll get the story of a lifetime if you get us in there. Just keep your cameras on us."

"Wait? You mean it? Agents of the B.O.D. are going to crash this press conference?"

"It's exactly what we're saying. You'll be a hero, and get the best footage."

"My name's Bob McIntyre. I think we can work something out."

Ten minutes later, Bob, some guy, and a woman (who both looked like reporters) were in a shouting match. Bob finally won and came back to June and Amanda with two press badges. "I doubt they will check your I.D.s against these passes. If this doesn't work, it's going to cost me my job."

Bob was right and to everyone's pleasant surprise the three got past the gate with ease. Plenty of other news crews were already there. "There isn't a lot of room here, maybe three rows back on the far side? Is that the closest spot?" Bob and his normal crew usually arrived earlier. Events like these were a free-for-all.

"It'll have to do," said Amanda. "Let's do this."

Amanda and June were dressed professionally, but truth be told, not exactly like journalists. June's skirt was rather short and Amanda's shirt rather tight. They may not have been naked, but they did appear more "sexy" than other ladies in the crowd. Amanda noticed others looking at them, wondering who the newcomers were. Just then, a trumpet sounded and two secret service agents came out a side door. Behind them, President Large, along with two aids. They approached the podium.

"Wait for the speech or what?" whispered June. "We just winging this?"

Amanda breathed in. "We'll have to take out that closest agent, but we should do this now. If I can get to her, I can kill the parasite instantly, well before others can react to try to stop us."

"You sure?"

"Just gotta get my legs around her head, baby. Can you handle the black suit?"

June nodded.

"Keep him occupied, I'll do the rest. We'll stay dressed, and walk around this group. When we get to the marker, where the press isn't allowed to cross, I'll quickly strip behind you. Then we make our move."

"Alright, partner. If I didn't know how fucking awesome you are at this, I just might be nervous."

"Don't kid yourself, June. This one might be our toughest to date. A crowd, and highly trained bodyguards? Stay focused."

"You got it."

Once decided, the two moved fast. June stepped in front of Amanda, but kept her head down. They both knelt, and with microphones in hand, acted as if they were trying to find a better spot for the event. They worked their way around the crowd, while the Press Secretary quickly said a few words. He then backed off the podium, allowing President Large to step up.

"Now!" whispered Amanda, giving her partner an encouraging push. With her other arm, Amanda ripped off her skirt, naked underneath, and rushed the stage.

The moment sudden movement caught the secret service agent's eyes, he sprang into motion, drawing his weapon and lunging toward the first rushing woman, cutting her off from the president. What the suit hadn't expected was another woman coming up behind, stripping her clothes while passing him. In a flash, the half naked woman hurled herself into the air, and swung around the podium, grabbing the president at the hips, tripping her to the floor.

The crowd erupted in cries and gasps and screams, as they witnessed the attack on their president... by a nude woman! Even with all the knowledge of the B.O.D. in the crowd, absolutely no one would have suspected President Large was a host-parasite. But just as the second agent was about to tackle Amanda off his trustee, an inhuman scream rang out from President Large. Then, several other women in the crowd began screaming.

Amanda's execution couldn't have been more perfect. With June distracting the first guard, Amanda had sprinted to her target, tripped her down and mounted her face, in center stage and in full view of cameras and crowd. Amanda let out an explosive orgasm, juices ricocheting off President Bonnie Large's mouth and cheeks. Instantly, she started screaming, trying to push her assailant off.

"She's harder to kill than the other ones!" shouted Amanda to her partner, as more streams of pleasure erupted out of her pussy. About half the women in the crowd dropped to the ground, writhing in agony, including the female aids nearby. They all were infected.

Amanda kept cumming and cumming, until finally the screams turned to whimpers, followed by silence. The adrenaline finally dropping, Amanda slunk over, exhausted. Bob, the camera guy, somehow managed to break through the crowd, rushing over. "You okay?" he asked, as he aimed his shoulder-cam at Amanda, getting every inch of her soaked self.

"Yeah, I think so," she huffed, giving the camera a thumbs up as she lay on the ground. "Exclusive interview with you later. Thanks for helping."

"Oh my, you saved me." It was Bonnie, the president. She was holding her head, lifting herself up, looking to Amanda. June, and the guard she had disabled earlier, now stepped over. The action was over, and everyone who witnessed it clearly understood what happened.

"I can't believe she was one of those things," said the secret service agent. "No way."

"Hey, I'm right here, Chuck," said President Large to the man, getting to her feet. She wiped some dampness from her cheeks and addressed Amanda again. "Thank you. Thank you for freeing me."

"Hey, President Large," said June, butting in. "What was the plan? You had its leader in your head. Do you know?"

"The plan?" asked the president. "I don't know that they had one. They're like a cancer."

"It's all over now, Madam President," said Amanda. "The mission. It's over."

President Large paused. "I guess you're right. Damn shame, though. To see you off the streets. What will you do now?"

Amanda giggled. It was surreal to have such a close conversation with the president of the nation, much less naked, in front of cameras. "I suppose I go back to the Navy."

"You know what?" said the president. "Maybe we don't close the B.O.D. just yet. Instead, we scale it down to just a few agents who continue working, ensuring we are indeed completely free of this alien species. We can't be sure yet. You girls would be perfect for the job. In fact, we'll be needing a new director."

The girls gasped. "But what about Colonel Till?" gasped Amanda.

"I know what he wants. I witnessed enough to know. Maybe I make him general, just so he can move on, maybe I don't. Either way, he is no longer director of the B.O.D."

***

Amanda wasn't wrong about making it up to Phil when she got back. When she stopped into his office to offer a personal apology for tying him up, before she could say anything, he grabbed her at the hips, swung her around and planted a deep kiss. Amanda eagerly reciprocated, embracing her former trainer.

"Two things," he said, when they finally pulled apart at the lips. "One, why do you have clothes on?"

"I don't have to," Amanda blinked, smiling. She quickly began unbuttoning her blouse. Words didn't need to be said. She just wanted his passion.

Once undressed, Amanda took Phil into her mouth, allowing him to grow slowly, a measured pace. The simple act triggered her into perpetual climax mode, but she didn't fight it or push it, rather she just rode it. She then stood up and angled herself, allowing Phil to push inside her.

To feel a woman in a constant state of orgasm was like having a personal vibrator wrapped around his cock. "This is amazing," Phil exclaimed.

He picked Amanda up, allowing her to wrap her legs around his waist, fucking her free-handed, with no support. She continued squirting against his cock with each heavier pump. In minutes, he climaxed with her. Amanda screamed in a state of pleasure and agony. "I've never felt one so hard. So powerful..." she moaned. The two crashed to the floor, in a pile of sweat and cum.

Finally, after caching her breath, Amanda spoke. "Best. Training. Ever."

The two erupted into laughter, before Phil pulled Amanda's body into his, spooning her. "Yeah, we'll have to do it again."

"I should think so. Oh, what was the second thing you wanted to tell me?"

"Oh yeah, when you tied me to the chair... I did, in fact, pee myself. Just thought you should know. You owe me for that."

Amanda knew Phil was kidding and she played along. "Didn't I just pay up?"

"Oh, honey. We've only just begun."
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