Elatia - The Beginning
by Aurasia

I could see him staring at me... his eyes were wide with heavy focus. He gave several flicks to his wrist, signaling me. I picked up the hand communications as the severe training began to take over. My heart was racing.

I’d done these things before. What was the big deal? Our point man and his partner pushed into the corridor. I glanced over my shoulder to catch my partners eyes staring up at me. I nodded to him, and he nodded back. His face was visibly saturated with sweat. For some reason ... that reassured me, and made more nervous. I breathed out and pushed forward just behind our point man’s partner.

Alex, the point man, had told me to take my partner and push into the eastern part of the building. It wasn’t exactly what we’d planned during the intelligence conference for this operation, but we had already lost 3 members to our team ... Tim ... Tod ... and Maria. I had to take an unplanned course now, to make sure our enemy couldn’t retreat.

Alex disappeared out of my left eye as we went down our separate corridors. My MP5 was leveled up near my faceplate and ready to mow down anything in my way. My partner, Tony was a little older than myself. I was 23 now. My job as an officer on the LA SWAT team had been on an accelerated track - my own doing, of course. The man I was leading into combat had more seniority than me, but my leading must stand for something right?

I came upto a door on the left ... it was toward the center of the structure. We had to check it. I went to the far side and waited. Tony placed a small sensor on the door and studied it scrupulously. He then turned upto me and with 2 fingers stroked his faceplate. Then he tapped the back of his head and pointed his whole hand towards me. I nodded. He told me that there was one body in the room with his back towards the door and his body in about the center of the room. I gave a single pump with my arm back to him ... it was an order for a quick entry to detain and secure the room.

He brought the handle on the door down and I slammed my foot into it sending the heavy door searing backwards. I burst into the room with my automatic at the ready. Tony was on my back as I ordered. We dispearsed immediatly to protect ourselves from both getting killed. There was a single man standing with his face away from us.

“Lemme see your hands!” I yelled. “NOW!!”

“Do it!” Tony growled.

We noticed the black tuxedo clad man’s hands lift slightly from his sides. I saw him effort to obey, but his hands wouldn’t comply. They dropped helplessly back to his sides. I stole a glance at Tony who was obviously just as confused as I was. The man’s face was hidden from us because the light was to his back. But ... I noticed something as he efforted his slow and meak movements. I saw ... something on his face ... or ... I couldn’t really tell.

I smacked the top of my MP5 flipping the switch for my flashlight on. “Keep that door secure, Tony.” I ordered as I began to maunuver around the perimeter of the room to get a better look at this man. I could see as I was to his side, that something was definately not right about his face. I kept my pace slow and my distance clean. My breath hastened without my consent.

“My god ...” I breathed out as my stomach sunk.

“What is it?” Tony asked with genuine sincerity. “What?” He said again keeping his weapon leveled at the door, unforgetting of my previous orders.

The man’s face was completely riddled as if ... some kind of acid has been poured of him. His hair was actually quite normal and his nose was ... relatively intact, but his eyes were completely mangled. The brow was heavily wrinkled and bloody. The sacks under his eyes revealed some serious damage from perhaps ... a chemical reaction of somekind, but worst of all ... his eyes... From ought that I could tell, he had several pupils in each iris. The iris itself was deformed and irregular. It’s color varied in an alien manner. Dried blood was all over his face.

I hit the comm button above my left breast on my walkie talkie. “This is lieutenant Laura Simmons. Potential Civilian in critical need of medical attention. Level 4 east wing ‘L’ door 1. STAT.

A confirmation quirped into my headset. Then I picked it up. I was infront of the man and he was in the middle of the room. That placed the door directly behind him. I could see a shadow on the far wall of the hallway outside the room. I looked at Tony. I pointed towards my eyes and then out the door. He shook his head. I raised my rifle again and slowly moved around the poor soul in the center of the room.

I saw the top of a face drift quickly down from the top of the door frame.

“Holy Shit!” Tony said stunned as he raised his weapon high. There was a small giggle and the face returned above the door. Whoever it was, they were on the ceiling in the hall.

I heard a thump in the hall way. I moved quickly to get out there. I burst through the doorway with my weapon raised. Tony was right behind me. We caught the woman’s form break through another door just down the hall.

“Shit. Let’s go Tony!” I called as I began to bolt after her.

Tony remained close. The hallway began to arc around slightly. The door the woman had entered was on the right. There wasn’t much space on the right, for most of the building was still to the left.

I finally made it upto the double doors when I heard a sound down the hall further. 3 men were coming down the hallway. All of them with automatics. “Tony! Head’s UP!” I screamed as the first few bullets were granted freedom from their chambers. The door on my right was a swinging door and I took the opportunity to lunge head first through it. I heard the bullets smacking against the door and the walls as I flew into the room.

I could hear Tony grunting as the lead particles pounded into him. My heart hurt. I hit the ground with a thud and slid a little ways. I could hear the men making their way towards the room I had just entered. Suddenly, a pair of hands wrapped tightly around the fabric of my vest on my shoulders. I was quickly pulled into a hidden shaft in the wall. Once I was in, the cover fell back down and sealed the entrance as if it had never been there.

My body was tossed forward and I began to slide down a rectangular shaft. After slamming into a couple walls in my uncontrollable descent. I felt my face plow into a soft and cushioning surface. An instant later something pounded against my back. I groaned in pain. The form immediately rose off of me.

My fall had been broken by a massive collection of sheets and blankets. And I had broken the fall for ...

I pushed myself up quickly and leveled my gun at the dark figure. Before I could think of what to do next, the shadowy figure kicked my gun aside and lunged at me! I felt myself rolling back with it. I fell off the laundry pile still rolling. The combatant was up first. I felt the strap of my MP5 tighten painfully.

The fighter was the same black clad woman I caught sight of earlier. I was on my knees and she was to my backside. She had taken hold of my assault gun and brought it around to my back. Then she managed to twist the rifle several times tightening the strap that went over my left shoulder and under my right arm. She gave the weapon a tug and decided it was still to loose. I reached for my sidearm to find that it wasn’t there!

The woman gave the rifle a harsh jerk and then spun it a couple more times. “Hnnnghhhh!” I growled in pain.

“Shh!” The woman hissed.

I felt her shift behind me slightly. My right arm was scrunched tightly to my right ear. I could barely breath and any motion that she made with the weapon generated a nerve wracking pain somewhere on my torso.

I felt something slither around my left wrist, but I was in no position to see what it was. I heard something clink together on the wall to my left. Suddenly, I realized what she’d done. She had managed to handcuff my left arm to a pipe running vertically on the wall.

I felt her weight lift and immediately I felt a similar sensation on my right arm. How could she do that so fast? I had never seen a human being move with such speed and agility! My right arm was quickly bound.

I was kneeling only a few feet from a white cement wall in front of me... The room was dark and the air was warm and heavy. The dark figure gave a sigh of satisfaction as she gazed at her work. She bent forward and unfastened my helmet. Then she pulled it from my head and tossed it onto the pile of laundry. My slightly wavy blond hair (pony-tailed as Standard Operating Procedure) fell freely down my backside.

“Who are you?” I hissed sharply.

The woman came around behind me again and bent down. I felt her shins come down on my calves. Her body leaned against mine ... “If you can’t keep quiet,” she whispered, “I’ll have to gag you.”

Why should I keep quiet, I thought. The woman ran her gloved fingers through my hair. I shook my head violently. “Keep your hands off me, you bit -“

My head suddenly rocked to the right and hit my shoulder hard. The woman had struck my left ear with unbelievable force. My brain was spinning and it impossible to think. The woman’s gloved fingers wrapped around a switchblade. I could hear the shiny metal shoot forth from its casing. My head continued to bob non-responsively.

I felt the cold metal on my left shoulder. With a quick jerk the woman’s blade sliced through the seams of my shirt and the binding between two sheets in the bullet-resistant vest I wore. As well as the strap of my assault rifle. She tossed the weapon onto the stack of cloth. Then, she replaced the blade to her belt. I felt her fingers working the zipper on the back of my vest.

‘What are you doing?’ I tried to say ... but my tongue was as responsive as the rest of me. I could almost see her smile at my helplessness. She undid the vest and pulled it away.

She shook her head as she was able to see my backside without the distraction of the vest. With my arms spread and her on my calves, I’m sure it couldn’t have been to ugly. The body suit was a form fitting, ribbed, rubber material - designed to take shocks, blows, heat, and a variety of other unpleasant assaults. Though there wasn’t much light, the woman could see my ass well.

She ungloved her hands. Then I felt her palms fall gently against my hips. She straightened and I winced painfully as her legs adjusted on mine. She pulled her body snug against mine.

I felt her face press against my left cheek as she let out a soft moan. I could feel her breasts pressing against my back. Her hands began to drift slowly towards my front. I forced my waist to give a few feeble bucks of resistance. But they were wasted efforts. The woman’s fingers drifted unobstructed inwards. I felt her fingertips line the inside of my legs and trace the rims of my panties.

I groaned in protest, and she replied with another pleased moan. I was beginning to regain my sense, but my head was still weak. How did she know how to hit like that? In all my years of study, I’d never heard of a woman disabling another like that. Suddenly, I felt a soft warm wetness just below my ear. The woman had recalled her hands to my back to unfasten the bindings on my body suit. I couldn’t stop her. Her slow work and tender caresses had already managed to excite my body!

Within a few seconds, I felt the warm air of the dark chamber against my back. She had parted the suit in a ‘V’ down to my buttocks. I was so angry I could almost see the steam raising off my forehead. Or ... was it anger? Her lips began to pull small nibs at my cheek and neck.

The woman placed her warm palms on my shoulders as she let out a soft groan. I wasn’t expecting this, and I breathed in sharply in response. I could feel her hands slowly moving down the bare skin of my back. I felt her body pull close and her hands slipped deeper under the damp fabric of my bodysuit.

“Please.” I pleaded meekly as her hands made their way around my belly. I began to breath harder. She remained passive for a moment. Then her lips grew increasingly more eager. I could feel her soft flesh against my cheek.

I ... it did feel ... I couldn’t think. Her hands began to move again. I felt them both pull up my abdomen. My breathing quickened still more.

“Please ...... don’t .....” I begged between my heavy breaths. The woman didn’t even seem to hear me. Her moans grew more timely.

My body was now very excited. My nerves demanded more of the gentle caresses and sweet sensations that this stranger offered. My mind remained furious and adamant about this violation, but there was nothing I could do! I pushed my chest away from her body as her hands slowly glazed over the surface of my breasts.

I could her giggle softly in her throat. My futile attempts at evading her only wrought down a heavy weight on me. She could flaunt my every effort and what made it worse was that she seemed to take pleasure in my faint struggles. My mind began to bounce between these thoughts and the touch of her palms against my breasts.

I could feel her hands moving gently under my body suit. My hardened nipples pressed desperately into her palms. By breasts pleading for more of her tender strokes. The woman pressed her waist against mine and she repositioned her hands on my breasts. Her fingers began to rub my erect nipples. She teased me. Her lips began to sink along my neck and along my left shoulder. Again I was unable to supress a pleased moan.

A new fire animated her hands at the sounds of my pleased coos. Her hands stroked harder. My victimized breasts were dying for more of this kind of attention. The haze in my mind was beginning to clear again. She sucked at my neck and shoulder. I felt the pleasant strokes of her tongue as it traced the contours of my wet skin.

As her right hand continued to administer its firm but pleasing ministrations to my breasts, the woman’s left hand slid off my chest. It slowly drifted down my belly and over my gut.

“They were right ... You’re definitely are a 36C.” She whispered.

I gasped. The woman pulled her hands from my body suit.

She walked around my left and ducked under my arm. She bent down in front of me and said, “But even with a body like this ... it’s ...” She giggles cruelly “It’s painfully clear that you neglect it sometimes.”

I could see her face clearly for the first time. She had a pair of piercing brown eyes that perfectly finished her Asian-American face. She had long straight black hair that fell out of a bit of lace on the top of her head. Her jet black outfit was like mine... formfitting... rubber .... in fact.... It was a LOT like mine.

“Oh well ... I’m sure we can deal with that.” She said as I felt a sharp pain in my neck. After about a second, my eyes were forced shut and my hearing became distant. I couldn’t hold myself conscious...