The Global Protectors – Tangents
By Marcus_Lycus@hotmail.com
This story has its roots in Adam Warren's
Dirty Pair comics. Frankly I would say
The other influence is Marvel's Nick
Fury, Agent of SHIELD character. While
Fury never works that well on his own he's a perfect guest star for any
character. Just thrown him in a room
with anyone Spiderman, Wolverine, Speedball, whoever and you'll have a good
story.
So Dirty Pair meets Nick Fury. That almost counts as an original character
doesn't it?
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Tangent 2 – Mai-Lynn Castellan, Agent of
UNICORN
"Die
Protectors!" Bruticus bellowed as
his men swarmed up Front Street. "You will
never stop me from destroying
The
hulking warlord stood in the center of
Bruticus'
story is pretty typical. 1000 years ago
he'd been a Viking warlord who'd sailed to
Like
I said, pretty typical supervillain stuff.
Aussie
Girl tried to dive bomb him but he grabbed her out of the air and smashed her
face into the concrete. That left only
the Kenyan heroine Tigress and the Canadian Maple Leaf to confront him and his
Brute Force. The two heroines backed
off a bit to confer.
"We're
gonna need help. Maybe I should call
Valkyrie's team ay?"
"They
will still be occupied with the Human Dreadnought in
"Bruticus
we can handle, just like we took down By-Tor and the Snow Dog last month but
the whole Brute Force is a bit much."
"In
that case Maple Leaf our problem is solved.
Look, it's UNICORN!"
***
From
the Kirby Guide to Superheroes and Heroines (2004 Edition): UNICORN (the
United Nations International Crime Organized Reaction Network) was created in
the 80's to respond to the growing threat of superpowered criminals that normal
authorities could not deal with. While
countries like the
***
Overhead
Maple Leaf saw a high-tech blue and white VTOL jet. Her superior vision could clearly make out the UNICORN seal
showing a white unicorn superimposed over the UN logo.
The
jet circled once (dodging Bruticus’ fireballs) and landed in the St. Laurence
market’s parking lot. The hatch opened
and a dozen UN troops deployed, their electromag rifles at the ready.
Their
leaders were two young women in white berets.
Their white body armor and blue spandex body gloves emphasized their
curves more than they hid them. One of
them, her long black braid shinning in the sun, arranged the squad into firing
line and ordered the Brute Force to surrender.
The other with short curly strawberry blond hair just checked and
rechecked her pistols.
The
henchmen were dressed in a variety of costumes, some in nothing more than fur
briefs and a horned helmet, others in elaborate suits of armor. Their drugged out rage made the use of
modern weapons impossible but their enhanced strength still made them fearsome
in close combat. But even the drugged
out berserkers of the Brute Force hesitated when faced with that amount of
firepower. Their hesitation ended when
Bruticus' war cry echoed through the plaza.
They returned the cry and charged, battle axes, warhammers and spears at
the ready. The disciplined UNICORN
troops opened fire targeting knees and arms to cripple the drugged henchmen
without too much loss of life.
Despite
the devastating volley some of the raging Brutes reached the firing line. The UNICORN troops fell back at once
covering their retreat with flash-bang grenades. Then the two women went into action.
The
blond leapt first, vaulting twenty feet into the air, somersaulting and opening
fire with her twin electomag pistols.
The miniaturized rail guns fired small pellets accelerated to twice the
speed of sound. The projectiles easily
penetrated the Brute Force's toughened skin dropping a dozen of them before the
blond girl landed on the pavement behind them.
The remainder turned to face her ignoring her partner.
The
dark haired girl smiled, drew her neural rods from their thigh compartments and
charged. Three more Brutes went down
twitching, their nervous system fried by the neural rods. The Brutes turned again, a few swung their
clubs clumsily at the brunette but she easily dodged. Her long black braid swung left and right, some of the hornier
berserkers tried to grab it but it always slipped away just out of their
reach. Instead they got a swift kick in
the groin or a neural rod to the neck.
In less than a minute the dark haired girl had taken out more than a
dozen of them without being hit once.
The
blonde laughed and opened fire again.
The dim-witted berserkers were cut down in less than a minute trapped
between the agile brunette and the accurate fire from the blonde.
Finally…
***
Mai-Lynn
sidestepped the warhammer and slammed her neural rod into the last Brute's neck
just as Natasha's high velocity round tore through the Brute's left knee. He fell in agony.
"That
was mine!" the two friends said
simultaneously. Then they laughed.
"So
what's your count Natasha?"
"Twenty
eight, not counting that last one."
"I
only got twenty one; of course I actually had to get close to them so that
should count for extra."
"Why
do you insist on that? You could use a
pistol."
"Pistols
are clumsy and random Natasha; I prefer more civilized, elegant weapons."
"It's
your funeral comrade Mai, I hope not literally." the blonde shrugged.
"Looks
like the Global Protectors did OK too."
The
looked across the plaza and saw Bruticus was trapped in a vat of quick drying
cement, his arms were pinned and his strength useless. Reporters were already flocking to the two
heroines taking pictures and asking questions.
The media ignored the UN troops.
Natasha
grumbled something.
"That
is the way of things Natasha; we grunts do the dirty work while the heroines
take the credit."
***
Once
the news photos were done the heroines turned custody of Bruticus over to the
UNICORN agents for transportation back to the UN's secure facility in
"Maybe
this time you can hold on to him a while longer." Maple Leaf added icily.
Mai-Lynn
did her best to graciously ignore the insult and thanked them for saving
She
didn't scowl until the four gorgeous women flew away.
"CATIN!"
"Cyka. Stupid flying supermodels. And watch how all the reporters disappear
once they're gone. As if we were
beneath their notice."
"Come
along Lieutenant Gorki, forget about those glory hogs we still have to pack up
the Brutes."
The
Russian blonde sighed. "Yes
Captain Castellan."
***
Across
the street a tall man, a shorter balding one and a woman watched the irritated
UNICORN agents.
"UN
troops on American soil, never thought I'd see the day."
"Technically
"That's
just a technicality. It's still our
turf damnit. Gonna have to teach those
two little girls a lesson."
They
watched the two girls in blue demolish fifty superpowered brutes.
The
tall one whistled in appreciation. “So
those are the UN's new hotness huh? Not
bad for a Ruskie and a cheese-eating surrender monkey."
"She
don't look French. Looks more like a
gook to me."
"Don't
you read your briefing? She's a half
breed cunt, French-Vietnamese, twice as much to hate."
"Meh,
whatever. Have fun with her boys. The blonde's mine right?"
"Yup. Good luck with your commie."
"Have
fun with your gook."
***
Mai-Lynn
checked on the Brutes, UN medics had given the wounded ones medical care and
tranquilized the others. A bulk
transport had already landed to take them to
Bill,
her Royal Canadian Mounted Police liaison waved at her. Mai-Lynn left Natasha in charge and headed
over.
"Captain
Castellan ay? This is Mr. Hamilton an
American agent he asked to meet with you."
"I
see. I'm very sorry Mr. Harrison-"
"
"-
The
tall gray-haired man held out a small photo to her. "I think we do."
A
brief look of shock crossed Mai-Lynn's normally impassive face. She nodded slightly and followed him across
the street to a flea bag hotel.
***
Natasha
Gorki watched the last of Brutes being loaded up and looked for her
commander. She was about to call
Mai-Lynn on her internal com-link when a young woman came up. She wore a camisole, a short loose skirt,
oversized sunglasses and… a press ID. A
photographer trotted along behind her.
Natasha
stopped and smiled at her.
"Like
excuse me? I'm like Betty Ross like
from Capes & Masked Illustrated?
Are you like a real UNICORN agent?"
"Da, da I mean yes I am. You say you are a reporter?"
"Like,
I'm doing a profile on UNICORN, do you like have some time now?"
"Yes,
please, perhaps we can talk in the transport over there…"
"Actually
I have a room over in the Radisson, that's where my photographers are so if you
don't mind."
Natasha
hesitated for a second, as the ranking officer she really should not leave the
scene and UNICORN policies recommended consulting with her superiors before
talking to the press.
But…
Capes & Masks? Back in the day
C&M was a dull sober magazine covering superhero battles like they were
stock reports. But since the 90s
C&M has been a glossy full color magazine dedicated to putting the hottest
young heroes and heroines on the cover.
A flattering story could lead to calendars, posters, endorsements… That
cover story back in 2000 launched the Global Protector's career.
"Of
course, just let me tell Sgt. Pradesh."
***
Mai-Lynn
climbed the rotting stairs to the fourth floor room. Her enhanced eyes picked out every roach and flea as she walked
up. The onboard computer identified the
molecules entering her button nose, some pretty foul stuff. If it wasn't for that picture…
Behind
her
A
short balding man opened a door on the fourth floor and they entered.
Americans. Such walking clichés.
"Well?"
"Mai-Lynn
Castellan, agent of UNICORN. One of
only thirty-three cyber-enhanced field agents worldwide. And one of only six women in that group. Recruited at age 14, trained for four years,
two years of surgery and cybernetic enhancement and six years as a field
agent. Winner of eight commendations
including the Eleanor Roosevelt Metal of Honor for your mission during the
Secret Crisis.”
“The
Secret Crisis? How do you know about
that?”
“What
did you think it was some big secret?
Anyway my point is you’ve done pretty good for a twenty six year old
French-Vietnamese girl. Spy, cop,
superheroine, you’ve basically got it all."
"And
she's one hot cookie."
Mai-Lynn
glared at the two. She was this close
to walking out on them, picture or no picture.
"I know who I am. Now tell
me about my father."
"Of
course Mai-Lynn-"
"Captain
Castellan please."
"Of
course Cap'n. Your father is Pierre
Castellan, one of the (few) French war heroes of the late 20th
century. Hero of the Free French
(they're the ones who actually decided to fight the Nazis rather than roll
over), hero of Algeria (even though you lost), saved over 100 troops in Dien
Bien Phu (but you still lost), married his South Vietnamese sweetheart (aw, sweet),
but disappeared in Vietnam in 1978 (just before you were born) trying to rescue
her family from the gulag (too bad). No
trace was ever found. So you were
raised by your Buddhist mom and then broke her heart by joining the military
just like your dad. Course you joined
cause you thought the UN would help you find him. But even after
He
handed back the photo, a faded black and white picture showing her father tied
up in a bamboo cage with a smirking Vietnamese officer standing over him. She gave it a good look.
She
zoomed in further.
Until
she could see alteration in the pixels.
She
felt a sharp pain for a second like an electric shock but ignored it in her
outrage.
She
jumped to her feet. "This is a
fake!"
The
two agents smirked. "Sit down
bitch."
She
sat down.
The
two agents rose to their feet and walked around her.
"Not
to mention us."
"Well
she didn't know about us did she? Now
the MCCM programs are pretty solid, they look for significant variations in
your brainwaves and restore them based on copies of your normal brainwave
patterns. They'll stop just about any
known form of mind control. Unless of
course someone generates a limited electromagnetic pulse next to you while
you're distracted. But what are the
odds of that happening? Pretty low
right."
Mai-Lynn
nodded dumbly.
"Of
course even if someone did that your systems would reboot in less than a minute
so there's hardly enough time for someone to tell you to disable your MCCM
programs. Which reminds me" (he
looked at his stop watch) "Mai-Lynn could you disable your MCCMs? Thanks, that's a good girl."
Mai-Lynn
nodded, killing the program just as it was coming on line.
"Hot
in here ain't it? Better take off that
armored vest huh?"
Mai-Lynn
nodded again and obeyed.
"Hey
check it out Jeff, they still use sonic grenades, I haven't seen one these
since the 80's."
"I'll
read the report later; we've got something much more interesting to look at
first."
He
looked at Mai-Lynn and smirked.
***
Natasha
got off the elevator at the 23rd floor and followed the reporter
into her suite. The living room had
been cleared of furniture and turned into a photo studio, cameras and lights
faced a white screen. Natasha tried not
to let her hopes rise too much.
But
she couldn't help but wonder how many copies a "Girls of UNICORN"
calendar would sell.
Ross
showed Natasha a chair and offered her a bottle of water.
"So
tell me about yourself."
"Well
Ms. Ross I'm Russian of course" she showed the white blue and red flag on
her shoulder "I joined UNICORN back in 1999; I was actually the first
Russian to be chosen as a field agent."
"Really?"
"Oh
yes in the Communist times the
"A
Makarov shot in the back of the head?"
"No,
no you're thinking of the Chinese, they always took that whole 'everyone is
equal' idea a bit too literally. The
KGB would sit down with the superhuman, offer him a villa on the
"Interesting. So going back to your story…"
"I
finished my training and uh… modifications in 2002 and have been working with
Mai-Lynn, I mean Captain Castellan, since then."
"Modifications? You don't look like a cyborg. Aren't they all metal with hoses and tubes
and stuff?"
"Some
are, but UNICORN agents get the finest in Japanese cyberware and European
craftsmanship. Why even if I took my
clothes off I doubt you could see the modifications."
"Pretty
impressive. But what do they do?"
"Well
there's the enhanced reflexes and hard-wired combat skills, plus the onboard
computer. Along with the muscle implants makes me faster and stronger than most
humans, the titanium skeleton, dermal armor and war drugs keep me going through
most punishment. I cost more than a jet
fighter but the results are worthwhile.
I could probably give one of the Global Protectors a good fight."
"Well
it never made the papers but our sources tell me a similar cyborg gave them a
rough time a few months ago."
"You
mean Blackchrome? Yeah we got those
reports too. From what I hear she just
had a pirated version of UNICORN cyberware."
"What
about weapons? Those are some imposing
looking pistols on your hips."
Natasha
took off one of the electromags, activated the smart safety and handed it to
Ross. "These are the best things
ever! They use electromagnetic
acceleration to fire pellets at up to five times the speed of sound and the wireless
smart gun link lets me target each of them with complete accuracy even when
jumping or running. Most of the time I
don't even take kill shots, it's just as easy to wound."
"Pretty
nice." Ross spun it a few times in
her hand testing the balance and weight before handed it to one of her
photographers. The man nodded and took
it into the back room. Natasha half
rose from her seat but sat back down at a gesture from Ross. "Don't worry, it will be
fine."
Natasha
nodded. It would be fine.
She
held up a small electronic device and waved it in the air a few times. "Say, you're not running Mind Control
Counter Measures are you?
The
Russian nodded although as she checked her internal systems they seemed to be
down at the moment.
"Would
you mind disabling them? Sometimes they
interfere with digital cameras."
Natasha
couldn't understand how a software program could possibly do that but it seemed
a reasonable enough request. Why would
she need to worry about mind control in a photo shoot?
"Well
I think we're done with the interview.
Finish your water and then we can take some pictures. You'd like that right?"
Natasha
nodded eagerly.
***
"OK
Mai-Lynn, stand up, put your hands in your hair and arch your back."
The
UN agent did as she was told sticking out her shapely B cup breasts and
stretching her lean torso. But her face
spoiled the erotic effect; the agent was in visible pain.
"All
that surgery, you'd think she'd get a boob job too. Nice job on the abs through." He smacked her stomach making a nice solid WHACK. "Say geisha girl, did you get some work
done on your face? You look just like
Lucy Liu y’know, lil freckles and everything.
I bet you've got all the guys lining up to fuck you. You put out or are you another one of those
cock-tease heroines?"
Mai-Lynn
tried to keep her mouth shut or at least to reply with a curse but found
herself answering truthfully. "I…
no. Except for that mission with James Stock
I've not-"
"James
Stock huh? That randy dog. How is he still around? That guy's gotta be like 60 now."
"I
hear the Brits keep switching guys and just keep the name around for the
marketing. If you look back at the old
pictures he looks totally different.
But then again so do we."
"True,
true, but how can we do that if we don't crash test her a few times?"
"This
is her input/output port for data; if she needs to know how to fly a helicopter
or speak Arabic or something they upload it through here. Also good for downloading what she's seen
and heard. Of course something like
that is protected by all kinds of passwords and encryption and firewalls and
such right?"
Despite
herself Mai-Lynn nodded.
"Disable
them."
***
Natasha
posed with her pistol a few times under the hot lights as the crew took
pictures. In the back of her mind she
remembered she needed to get approval for something like this but it seemed
like such a good suggestion she couldn't say no.
"There
you go, that's good, spread those legs a bit more Natasha. Wow you must be getting really hot under
that armor and stuff, especially after a fight. Why not take off the body armor?"
It
was such a good suggestion Natasha couldn't disagree. She unzipped the white armored vest and gave it to one of the photographers. He took into the back room. Natasha was going to say something but Ross
said it was OK so she decided it was fine.
With
the armored vest gone her 36C breasts could be clearly seen under the skintight
bodysuit. Ross had her pivot from the
left to the right a few times to watch them sway under the suit. She mentioned how much her readers liked
sexy, uninhibited heroines. Natasha
smirked at one of the photographers and cupped her breasts for him when no one
was looking. The cameraman drooled
openly.
But
Natasha still felt too warm. Ross kept
mentioning how warm and tired she must be and soon she was sweating like a
pig. She could barely hold her gun
anymore she felt so weak.
Ross
suggested a break.
Grateful,
Natasha relaxed and unzipped the front of her body suit part way exposing her
breasts and, after a few deep breaths, a hint of the nipples. Everyone could
clearly see the sweat running down between her breasts.
"Oh
Natasha that will look terrible on film, do you mind if we towel you off a
bit? Will you hold still for a
sec?"
"Mind? No, no mind… Will? No will…"
"That's
what I like to hear. Boys?"
The
photographers leapt onto the Russian agent running their towels up and down her
body, reaching into the bodysuit and pulling out her breasts for a thorough
examination and cleaning, rubbing slowly and carefully between her legs. She heard zippers being opened and felt the
suit being peeled from her body.
Natasha moaned uncomfortably until Ross suggested it must feel
good. Then she moaned again in
pleasure.
When
they were done the bodysuit was on the floor the Russian girl was lying in
front of the cameras naked and visibly aroused.
She
was right, you couldn't see the modifications.
Ross
looked down at her and said "smile for the camera!"
***
The
hard drive stopped spinning and
Mai-Lynn
nodded mutely.
"Course
unlike you commie Euros I believe in a free market, and I'm not going to leave
you without something in return.
He
started the upload.
Mai-Lynn's
face became a mask of disgust, then curiosity, then pleasure. She lay back on the filthy bed ignoring the
fleas and ants and raised her legs straight up. She began to spread them, farther and farther, farther than an
ordinary girl could. The skintight
fabric clearly showed her camel toe.
She moved her hand to the front zipper and pulled it all the way down stopping
just short of her trimmed bush. She
stuck her hand inside and rubbed few times squirming with delight.
"A
couple of video files from Orientalcocksuckers.com. Leave it to the UN to build us a $60 million interactive sex doll
huh. Want to see what she
learned?"
Her
long fingers were massaging her clit and juices were already falling on the
stained mattress.
Her
toes curled, she spread her legs impossibly far once again and wrapped them
around the tall agent's waist pulling him in harder, matching his rhythm.
Still
wet from her pussy she moved her fingers to
Both
agents cried out as they shot their loads into her and Mai-Lynn smiled in joy.
***
Natasha
smiled for the camera. Sprawled on her
back with her legs spread she made sure the photographers got a good view of
her pink pussy.
She'd
always been proud of her body, even before UNICORN doctors got to work on
it. But these days it was so hard to
show it off. While it was tight, the
UNICORN uniform was much too concealing and there were all these tiresome
fraternization rules that made any kind of relationship with other UN troopers
hard. Usually there was no one to
admire her but the other female agents in the locker room. And forget about a private life, as super
powered crime grew and grew it was hard even to get leave and half the time it
ended up being canceled.
So
it was so nice to have all these men looking at her and smiling down.
She
wondered if maybe…
"Say
Natasha, I know this is a bit much by the boys here were wondering if maybe you
wouldn't mind, y'know, if they gang-bang you for the next few hours.
Natasha
chuckled, that was such a good suggestion, and said "cum on in!"
***
Mai-Lynn
lay weeping on the filthy mattress. She
could hear
"Probably
wondering what this all about huh?"
Mai-Lynn
looked up at the American, her face a mixture of hatred and fear.
"Who
are you? Who do you work for
really? You're not US Government, they would
never… Even these days, they wouldn't.
Would they? No, you must really
be with someone else. Who? Villainy eXtreme? Doctor Darkness?
Microsoft?"
"HUH?"
"Precisely. These days we're just called AGENTS. Of course the bureaucrats in
"Never
heard…"
"Not
too surprising. Honey, the President of
the
"But
they were…"
"They
were heroes in WWII but then they started getting upsetting ideas about the
Cold War and civil rights and other things so they had to be… silenced. Can't have superheroes telling us how to run
a country y'know. If they'd just gone
to
"But
I'm…"
"You
UNICORN clowns are no threat of course.
Your idea of high tech is what we were using in the 60s. Hell, you're
still using cyberware instead of just implanting superpowers directly through
gene therapy. Can't blame you of
course,
Mai-Lynn
managed a smile.
“You
missed one thing asshole.”
She
activated it. She’d been waiting to
hear who she was dealing with before activating it. She’d endured their mistreatment and their abuse until she got a
name out of them. And now she had it and
she didn’t need to wait.
She
just hoped it would work. She’d never
used it before, except in training, but now it was her last hope. Her only hope.
***
From
the UNICORN Guide To Cyberware 2004 edition. (CLASSIFIED: Magenta Clearance only): Human soldiers are as old as civilization of course and the
potential for robotic soldiers had been around at least since the 40s with the
Giant Nazi Robots of the Western Front (one could even look at Johnny Sharp and
his Steam Men from the 1860s if you want to be generous). Cyborgs however are fairly recent. The time from the bionic men of the 1970s to
the cyber-enhanced UNICORN agents of 2004 is only 30 years. But cyborg technology has grown by leaps and
bounds since the days when a bionic arm was cutting edge. Today’s cyborgs combine the finest in combat
technology, human enhancement and information technology to create true
warriors for the 21st century.
On
paper cyborgs are far superior to human or robotic soldiers, combining the
creativity of organic thought with the strength of steel and speed of
silicon. But the opposite could just as
easily become true. Psychic powers,
gases, poisons and even stress and fatigue can disable the organic brain and
render a €60 million cyborg as powerless as an ordinary human.
For
this reason each field agent has been implanted with an Emergency Combat
Computer (ECC) or as some agents call it, ‘Rambo Mode’. The organic brain is bypassed and the
hardwired fighting programs are routed directly to the body. Combat drugs are injected directly into the
organic systems driving them into berserker frenzy. In this state the agent has little or no control over his/her
actions. Anyone without a UNICORN
Friend-or-Foe (FoF) beacon is a target for deadly force. Agents should exercise great caution when
activating or setting the conditions for activation of ‘Rambo Mode’.
***
With
a roar Mai-Lynn’s nude body rose from the filthy bed. Her steel reinforced hands wrapped around
Mai-Lynn
hated Rambo Mode. She hated the feeling
of powerlessness and the knowledge that once activated it would not stop until
her enemies were dead. Not disabled,
not neutralized but dead. Rambo Mode
had no patience for fancy non-lethal techniques or measured force. That was why she had never set any
conditions to cause it to kick in automatically. But at the moment she just did not care, she wanted to see these
two fuckers lying in pools of their own blood.
In
her mind she could feel his presence telling her to stop, to lie back down, to
suck his dick. In her mind she wanted
to do these things but her mind was no longer driving. She felt
She
heard
With
one last burst of strength
“HEY
HAMILTON we got-“
She
shut him up with a high kick to the chin that threw him against the wall and
followed up with several hammer blows to the gut. A normal man would be reduced to a red stain but
It
was
Mai-Lynn
sank to her knees totally defeated.
“I
could have taken her.”
“Sure
you could have.”
“I
was doing OK.”
“Right. So they did install that Rambo Mode stuff
after all. Kind of aggressive for the
UN, must have had some bad experiences with drugs and mind control and
stuff. I bet that’s happened to
McArthur and Eisenhower in Kosovo. Well
live and learn I say.”
“But
why does she have an FoF in her gear?
Why not build it into her, not like they don’t already cram enough
systems in her tight little body.”
“She’s
got one inside but y’know, she’s soft hearted.
She keeps a spare around in case there’s a civilian or something.”
“Kind
of risky. The wrong person might get a
hold of it.”
“Well
I guess she knows that now. Shame she
won’t get to learn from the experience.”
He
looked down at the weeping agent.
Mai-Lynn had no idea if she really felt this helpless or if it was
another trick of the Agents who controlled her, or just a side-effect of coming
down from Rambo Mode but whatever the reason she was crushed, trapped in utter
and complete despair.
“Why…”
She wept. “Why are you doing this…?”
"Well
as I was saying we did need to check you guys out but I don’t think that’s what
you mean is it? After all we could have
picked up some male agents if that was all we cared about. I could say we wanted to see just how those
enhanced adrenal glands affected your sex drive but to tell the truth that part
was just for fun."
"Now
that you've told me…" Mai-Lynn let
the question hang for a minute, unwilling to finish the thought.
"Are
we going to 'permanently silence' you?
Honey we have much more interesting plans for you. We've never really tested our long-term
mental reprogramming with a UNICORN agent and honey, do we have a test for you
and your buddy…"
***
Still
nude, Natasha thanked the photographers for a 'fulfilling' time. She gave out her number and asked them to
look her up if they were ever in
By
the time she reached the lobby Natasha could barely remember who she had been
meeting with or what had happened.
But
in the back of her mind new thoughts were taking shape.
***
"And
so Captain Castellan we believe these pictures of your father were manufactured
by either Villainy eXtreme or Microsoft as part of an effort to manipulate you
and persuade you give up information about UNICORN technology."
Mai-Lynn
tried not to yawn. She checked her
internal chronometer. How could it take
three hours for these Americans to explain something that simple?
"So
if someone does approach you with this information…"
"I
will know it is fake. Thank you agent
Hamilton, agent Jefferson, I think I've got the idea and I had best be going
now."
She
shook their hands and took her leave.
She raised Natasha on the internal comlink and learned her partner was
ready to go too. It was a long flight
back to their base in
***
Three
weeks later in UNICORN’s headquarters on the Mediterranean
"Lieutenant
what are you doing?!"
Captain
Castellan had walked into her partner's office only to find the Russian girl
naked on the couch with a UN trooper's head between her legs. The two jumped to their feet and
saluted. With a flick of her finger the
French-Vietnamese officer dismissed the trooper and proceeded to chew out her
partner.
"Gross
violation… Fraternization… on duty… bust you down to latrine orderly…"
By
the time she was done the fiery Russian was in tears.
"Now
put some clothes on and report to my office!"
Ten
minutes after that…
"I've
been reviewing the security logs Lt. Gorki.
Seems a lot of enlisted men have been dropping by your office or
quarters for 'liaisons' in the last few weeks.
Sometimes two or three of them at once.
There's no camera in your office of course but I'm sure some of them
would talk, especially since there have been so many."
"Captain
I-"
"Lieutenant
I understand it's been some time since you last had leave, I've also been
working months without a break, and I understand you are a young woman with certain…
needs, but this cannot continue. I must
order psychological counseling and that you be suspended from active duty until
an assessment can be made."
"Captain
I-"
"Naturally
whatever happens this will cause a lot of trouble for your future career Lt.
Gorki but I have no choice."
"Captain
I-"
"Dismissed
lieutenant." Mai-Lynn turned to
her computer screen and started typing the necessary emails.
Natasha
left in tears.
***
Mai-Lynn
tried to focus on her computer but could not.
The sight of her partner writhing like that with a man between her legs
was burned into her memory. She rubbed
her lonely thighs together and moaned.
Usually
she waited until the end of the day when everyone was gone but she needed it
now. She plugged her internal systems
into the computer and entered a website.
She
entered her credit card number and picked some likely looking video files. She closed her eyes as her internal systems
turned the digital data into pure sensation allowing her to live the movie in a
way no ordinary person ever could. In her mind she became an oriental
policewoman being fucked up the ass by a mugger while a drug pusher sucked on
her firm B-cup breasts. In her mind she
was fucked helplessly by these villains again and again.
Her
hand strayed between her legs…
***
The
programs ended and Mai-Lynn opened her eyes.
She was breathing heavily, more heavily than she did after a fight and
she could feel a layer of sweat between her body and her skintight blue suit. Sweat and other fluids. She decided to get to work while she still
felt the euphoria from the pornography high she was on.
That's
when Natasha put her hand on Mai-Lynn's shoulder.
“Dobry den Captain. Pleasant day isn't it?"
"Natasha? Lieutenant!
What are you doing here? What-what
did you see?"
"Quite
a show you put on Captain, I would almost think you were being fucked from the
way you were panting and moaning. Good
thing your office is soundproof, you'd have to be a cyborg running level three
sound filters to hear it."
"What
I do for entertainment-"
"And
quite a show on your monitor. Is that
site authorized for work? I do hope you
screened it for spyware and worms considering you uploaded it directly to our
secure system and then to your own skull.
Your, disturbing, taste in pornography is your own concern of course but
violating computer security and cyberware security, well that's a criminal
offence. Much worse than
fraternization."
"You
wouldn't... you can't…"
"Captain,
we are good team no? Work well
together, many victories, many promotions ahead of us. If we choose to work hard and play hard I
see no reason either of us should report such things."
"Natasha…"
"But
if you feel that ruining both of our careers and costing the United Nations
their $60 million dollar investments is worthwhile I suppose you must. I just hope they can prepare our
replacements before some villain kills innocent people."
"I…"
"I
know you'll make the right choice captain."
The
Russian girl whistled an old folk song as she headed out. Natasha had been feeling so good since that
mission in
She
headed for the enlisted men's showers.
Mai-Lynn
cupped her head in her hands and wept.
All her life this was all she had ever wanted to fight for freedom where
there was trouble and now she would lose it all. She didn't know what had come over her. Her few experiments with sex during training and that mission
with the slimy bastard James Stock had left her unimpressed. She genuinely felt she could live without
it. But in the last few weeks…
She
didn't even know where she'd gotten the idea of uploading porn directly to her
internal systems but every time she did it the effect was stronger, and every
time she did it she needed it more.
It
was OK wasn't it? Her internal
firewalls and virus scans would keep her safe and no one got hurt. The enlisted men never got in trouble for
their pin-ups and magazines why should she?
Natasha
was right, this was nothing worth reporting, no reason to ruin either of their
careers.
She
looked back at the monitor, she was still jacked in.
A
banner ad offered Oriental Whores Double Penetration. She clicked on it.
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