"Jungle infiltration" by cwassoswasso,

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Jungle infiltration


by cwassoswasso,




Introducing L.A.S.H. Jungle infiltration
The Hugo Snapes Chronicles


Marina cusses, as she stumbles on some foliage, while she and her partner stalk rapidly and furtively through the dense jungle terrain by the light of the moon. “Jesus, you’re clumsy,” remarks her accomplice, Lucina. “Yeah yeah,” replies Marina. “Tighten up baby,” whispers Lucina; “we’re getting close.”
Agents Marina Ladner and Lucina Armstrong, affectionately referred to as the “Nah- Nahs” by their colleagues, are top ranking covert operatives for L.A.S.H (Ladies Against Sadistic Hoe bags, Hussies, Heifers [whichever you prefer]), a government sponsored, clandestine task force of women devoted to the eradication of the RIKE Coalition, an expansive, well organized, all-female criminal empire ruled by the dreaded Sandra Riker and her ensemble of formidably sexy spies, troopers, and executive officers. In their 3 years of working together, both ladies managed to complete an impressive 17 successful missions, resulting in the apprehension of 73 Riker prisoners, including 13 officers, 12 spies, and 9 valuable technicians. Marina and Lucina personally captured most of the girls; the others were taken into custody by LASH reinforcements. They are gunning for a well-deserved pay increase this evening, as they bear down on a RIKE Coalition weapons manufacturing plant housing at least 25 Riker operatives in the heart of a South American rain forest.
Marina is a dark-skinned African American beauty with full red lips and large eyes of hazel green. Her plump, well-rounded breasts, poised in buxom repose above a lean stomach, are of equal proportion to her hindquarters. Her features are very fair, with a nose of more petite proportions than most women of her race, and a narrow jaw line lifting sharply at the corners, ending in a small set of ears somewhat pointed where they crest, all set beneath short black hair combed straight and slicked over one side of her head. She’s often told (too often for her liking) that she resembles actress, Jadah Pinckett.
Lucina is a Latin American woman of fine stock. Her wide-set eyes of emerald blue rest atop protruding cheekbones of smooth, mocha-colored skin set high above the squared-off jaw line of her broad face. Her slender nose curves up slightly at the tip, affecting a cute look, above a pronounced set of auburn lips. Her thick jet hair is pulled back and locked into a tight bob at the base of her skull. Both women are adorned in form fitting cat suits of jungle camouflage, and like Marina, her partner is exceptionally well endowed in every womanly respect, filling out her uniform so completely as to not allow for a single loose fold.
The girls come to the edge of a cliff face enmeshed in dense foliage overlooking what appears to be an industrial complex in the distance. Lucina raises a slender apparatus to
her eyes and peers into it. She observes a gated entrance limned with barbed wire, guarded by two women who appear to be in their late twenties adorned in typical RIKE combat regalia: knee-high boots of black leather with 3-inch heels leading up to shapely buttocks nestled snug inside high-riding camouflage shorts. Utility belts dangle from natural indentations at their curvaceous waistlines, crossing the toned flesh of their chiseled bellies beneath bikini tops, also camouflage, stretched taught across the undersides of their shapely bosoms. Both women are armed with automatic weapons and donning black berets, an insignia of the RIKE Coalition brandishing the crown. The one girl is especially tall of olive-skinned complexion with girlish features, long braided black hair running the length of her spine and especially large breasts. The other looks as though she’s from the Philippines, a bit shorter than her colleague with straight shoulder length black hair, medium-sized breasts, a button nose, puckered lips, and big sexy eyes tapered slightly at the corners. Lucina smirks and looks over her shoulder at her partner with a knowing, sultry expression on her gorgeous face. Marina smiles back, shakes her head and quips, “looks like it’s time to round up another batch of fine-ass Riker bitches.” Smiling mischievously, the girls touch knuckles and make their way cautiously down the slope.
Side by side the girls encroach upon the guards, army crawling to avoid searchlights and trip wires. Their ample endowments make for slow progress. Save for a prodigious supply of zip-tie restraints and button gags, the two agents carry little besides their silencer fitted hand-held automatics. Picking needed supplies off of captured enemies, such as uniforms and handcuffs, is routine procedure. Marina whispers to Lucina, “the Asian one’s mine.” Lucina titters lightly and simply says, “duh,” before glancing over at her friend, who is looking back at her sidelong, a playful look of Mock-offense marks her complexion, “shut up bitch.” It is well known amongst LASH professionals that Marina has a major thing for Asian women. “Looks like sexy back at the hotel wasn’t lying,” adds Marina. “Looks like,” replies Lucina.
Sexy Back at the Hotel (a little background)
A wedge of sunlight slanted down the bay window of the saloon and gilded the milky white shoulders of a statuesque lady seated at the far end of the bar facing the entrance. The woman’s breasts loomed bulbous and compacted to form a long black gulch of cleavage, from a sizeable opening in her white satin blouse, in between elegantly powerful looking shoulders and slender arms of toned muscle. Hers were the fair features of an Irish goddess: pretty green eyes gazed pensively through her thin dark rimmed glasses, resting on the bridge of a petite nose, in between high-set, lightly freckled cheek bones. Her long red hair, pulled back tight and tied off, rested on her well-muscled back like a sleeping fox.
The woman’s name is agent Neisha Cray of RIKE Coalition, and she is on a mission, not without its perks. She is to seduce and abduct a South American beauty, Bianca Lai, a freelance operative working for a rogue agency in the territory. Bianca was said to be fond of elegant redheads, and Cray was most certainly that. All of the men in the bar, and
some of the women, seemed incapable of taking their eyes off of her for any length of time. Agent Lai was known to frequent the bar of our setting, and was currently employed by Elena Darrow, leader of the notorious Darrow Clan, a rough and tumble outfit of lady bikers who mainly dealt in drugs and female slavery, to be the chief overseer of a pivotal narcotics shipment arriving sometime within the next couple of days. Sandra Riker had designs to take over Darrow’s operation in the area, and had sent agent Cray to capture the woman responsible for running its affairs.
The saloon doors whisked open to reveal the most gorgeous Latin woman Neisha Cray ever laid eyes on. She stood tall at six foot two inches in open-toed, six inch black ankle- strapped stilettos. The smooth tanned skin of her curvaceous long legs were covered just above mid-thigh by a black mini skirt wrapped tightly around her very well defined posterior. Her exposed mid-riff was dimpled here and there by little muscular indentations, leading up to a thick set of fully rounded female appendages that fibrillated subtly inside of her black halter top with every step she took. She wore a little vest of charcoal gray, from which sprouted two strong, lean arms that danced about her hips gracefully as she sashayed her way towards the bar. Agent Cray was mesmerized; Bianca Lai was even more beautiful than her reputation proclaimed. The sultry Riker operative couldn’t have asked for sexier prey; she was everything she hoped she’d be—Except for the real Bianca Lai.
The real agent, Bianca Lai, was getting trotted into the back of a LASH prison transport vehicle, angry and mortified in her skimpy bra and panties, alongside her bodyguard, similarly restrained but fully attired, appointed by Elena Darrow to insure the pretty free agent didn’t get into trouble on her day off. So much for that: her bodyguard, a leggy blonde of athletic build and fair complexion, never stood a chance against the sly Marina, who grabbed her from behind while she and Bianca rounded a corner near the bustling market square.
Marina clamped one gloved hand over the blonde’s cherry-red lips, stifling her cries, while grappling the startled woman’s crossed wrists behind her back in a painful arm- lock frequently employed by LASH agents to subdue enemies. In a matter of seconds the blonde girl was snatched backwards and roughly handled, Her blonde pony tail dithering wildly about like a giant tassel, before getting shoved face-first against the wall, mewing into Marina’s fingers, and wriggling in vain against her captor’s powerful hold. “Target one acquired,” Marina whispered into the tiny microphone of her headset. Two other LASH agents, a brunette and a shorthaired red head, came running over.
Dressed in the typical regalia of LASH field agents, they wore black sunglasses and sleek, form-fitting lady’s business attire of neutral colors, skirts just above the knee with nylon stockings and pretty, yet casual-looking high-heeled shoes. Most LASH agents are exceptionally attractive, so their conservative apparel is designed to discourage any further attentions beyond what their striking beauty might bring, having the result of enemies never being entirely sure if it’s a LASH operative they’re seeing, or just another pretty business woman enjoying her lunch break.
Marina held the bodyguard’s wrists fast. One agent grasped her by her elbows while the other applied handcuffs. CLICK CLICK. The woman tried to break free and was rudely shoved back against the wall by Marina, who slammed her crotch plush against the muscular buttocks of her captive. “Try that again,” hissed Marina in the woman’s ear, “and I’ll tell my friends here to see to it you have an accident on your way to processing, GOT IT?” The woman mewed an acknowledgement and looked pleadingly over her shoulder into her captor’s eyes. “Take her away, girls.” Marina released the woman into the agent’s custody. The brunette took a firm grip of the prisoner’s clenched fists and marched her away at a brisk pace to an undisclosed location. The blonde would soon join the growing constituency of Darrow’s soldiers in Dour Stone Prison. The redhead remained with Marina, her hand resting on an earpiece connected to her headset. “According to surveillance, Bianca still hasn’t noticed her bodyguard’s absence.” Marina smirked, fists resting on her hips. “Perfect, Lucina will take it from here.”
Bianca was having a most relaxing day. The pressure of overseeing the shipment was getting to her and she was more than ready for a little fun. She’d noticed her attractive bodyguard making eyes at her earlier and decided to make a pass; although the blonde wasn’t quite her type, she’d do for some late-afternoon pleasure.
“Some cute negligees in that stand across the way,” Bianca said over her shoulder. “How’s about I buy one for you on the condition you slip it on for me lat—“she was saying as she turned around only to be confronted by a woman who looked nothing at all like her intended audience. The woman looked a bit like her, in fact: a tall, shapely, and very pretty Latina pointing a small pistol at her. “No thanks darling,” said the mystery woman. “I’m more interested in what you’re wearing. Hands up, girl.” Bianca reluctantly complied.
Lucina then beckoned the stunned agent toward her with the fingers of her free hand in a “come-hither” motion. “I’m agent Lucina Armstrong of LASH, and you’re under arrest.” Bianca glared threateningly at her abductress as the two slowly paced their way behind a wall where they couldn’t be seen by the bustling shoppers. Bianca slowly placed her hands behind her head. “Did I tell you to do that?” snapped Lucina. “No,” replied the evil woman, “I gave myself PERMISSION.” With surprising speed Bianca hurled a small dagger at Lucina’s face. The LASH agent dropped her gun as she narrowly avoided the deadly projectile. Bianca dashed past the startled agent, and ran down an adjacent alleyway as fast as she could in her black ankle-strap stilettos. Deciding to have a bit of sport, Lucina picked up her gun and placed it back in its holster. She would take the woman the old fashioned way.
CLIP CLOP CLIP CLOP, the enemy agent slowed her pace momentarily to remove from her stocking hoes a small firearm. She was in the process of turning at the waist to fire a shot at her pursuer when Lucina roughly tackled her down from behind. OOF, the rogue agent squawked as she collided with the cobblestoned floor, causing her to drop her gun that went tumbling down the alley before resting on its side a few feet away. Lucina pushed off of Bianca’s back and promptly straddled her groin across the underside of the fallen woman’s firm buttocks. Nooo, Bianca called out as the LASH agent grasped both of her wrists splayed out before her and wrenched them behind her, pinning them
together with palms facing each other and pressing them firmly into the small of her back.
Ugg, ohh, the defeated woman cried. Lucina leaned in so her lips were practically touching her quarry’s ear, “Let’s try this again, shall we.” Lucina rudely hoisted the enemy agent onto her feet, who staggered and reeled a bit in her precarious heels, and would have fallen if not for Lucina’s tight grip upon her wrists. Bianca struggled wildly as Lucina shunted her toward an adjacent brick wall. When they reached it, Lucina forcefully guided the woman’s fists out from behind her back, raised them above her head, and pressed them flat against the wall.
“Keep them there; don’t even THINK about moving them,” Lucina said. Her captive seethed with heavy breaths and sneered over her shoulder at the sexy agent. “Stupid LASH BITCH,” Bianca hissed through her teeth. “I make in a week what your agency pays you in a year.” “That’s MADE in a week, honey,” said Lucina, as she began to pat the voluptuous beauty down, starting with her crotch. “Ooh,” blurted Bianca inadvertently as Lucina’s probing fingers withdrew from her satin-pantied Labia. “The only thing you’ll be making for a while is one of Darrow’s bull-dike biker whores very happy in Dour Stone.” Lucina clasped Bianca’s hips and jerked her ass toward her, simultaneously kicking the woman’s splayed legs farther apart, digging her combat-boots into the exposed arches of her prisoner’s feet. “Spread’em, Lai.”
She proceeded to remove hidden weapons from Bianca’s stockings and stuffed them into various compartments on her utility belt. “Enjoying this aren’t you?” inquired the rogue agent. Lucina detected a tremolo in her prisoner’s voice, one she had grown very familiar with in her career, an unsteadiness that belied fear and despair more than the intended anger. She cupped one hand over Bianca’s left ass cheek, and with the other cleared a few strains of curly black hair away from her captive’s misting blue eye. She leaned in until her groin was pressed up gently against Bianca’s womanhood, and her lips beside her ear. Bianca began to tremble. “You wish,” whispered Lucina, and with that the LASH agent reached up, gripped the felon’s wrists, and wrenched them behind her back into a cross. “Ahhh,” cried out Bianca, her thick breasts jounced a little in her tight- fitting halter-top from the exertion.
Having secured the blonde bodyguard, the pretty brunette agent came running around the bend with her gun drawn. She slowly lowered her pistol when she realized Lucina had things well under control. “Where the hell you been?” Asked Lucina. Bianca’s pretty face, braced flush against the wall and facing the agent, wore an expression of muddled sullenness, anxiety, and a dash of anger. “Ungh, aah,” Bianca grunted, winced, and clenched her white knuckled fists in protest as Lucina proceeded to zip-tie her wrists crossed tightly behind her back.
“Sorry, ma’m.” replied the newly arrived agent, “I needed to restrain the suspect’s ankles and carry her the rest of the way.” “I see,” responded Lucina. She then yanked the woman back, took hold of her with one hand by the crux of her left elbow, and hustled her toward the brunette. “Where’s Marina?” She asked as they approached her. “Staking out the Saloon where you are to apprehend our primary target. You’ll find her in the alleyway directly across the street from the entrance.” “Excellent.”
Lucina roughly shoved the captured agent toward the brunette, who caught her by her arms, spun her round, and grasped her by her crossed wrists, pushing them up and forward so Bianca had to bend at the waist and reveal to Lucina a most impressive cleavage. “Ack, get your hands off of me you fucking mall cop wannabee CUNT.” The Brunette kept hold of Bianca’s restraints with one hand, and with the other removed a black button gag from its holster beneath her jacket. “That a girl,” Lucina said, as the woman crudely shoved the small round object in between Bianca’s plush, maroon red lips. “Noo-mmm,” The rogue agent struggled violently to no avail. The brunette pushed a tiny button on the ball, causing two thin black strips to sprout from both sides and automatically coil themselves around the back of Bianca’s head, where they clasped snuggly together upon her nape where her spine and skull intersected, SNIP. Bianca lowered her head in defeat; she whimpered a bit, while her breasts rose and fell with a deep, rhythmic consistency. Lucina stepped forward, took the prisoner by her chin and raised it so Bianca was forced to look her in the eyes. “You know I’ll give you one thing,” the agent said in her smooth, sexy voice, “you’ve got style. Mind if I borrow your outfit?”
Primary Target: Neisha Cray
The disguised LASH agent slid onto a barstool beside the illustrious criminal who hadn’t taken her eyes off of her since she entered. Agent Cray propped her right elbow up on the bar and placed her chin in the palm of her hand. The painted nails of her long slender fingers poised delicately beside her bespectacled eyes, which remained fixated on the raven-haired beauty. Lucina ordered a drink from the bartender, and spoke while looking straight ahead, her eyes averted from the entranced redhead. “Please don’t take this the wrong way, but I couldn’t help but notice you have a staring problem.” “Take it as a compliment. Truth is, I can’t take my eyes off of you.”
“Hands either, apparently,” said Lucina while the fingertips of the redhead’s left hand began to caress her right thigh delicately beneath the bar. “I don’t see you flinching, baby.” Neisha slipped her fingers in between Lucina’s thighs and began to fondle her, gently. Lucina gave a start, that wasn’t entirely faked. Jesus, this bitch is aggressive, she thought. “Ahem, well, you know, don’t want to make a scene,” replied Lucina. She blushed a little and took a long pull from her cocktail.
Meanwhile, the couple was being watched. Seated across from them, at a table on the other side of the bar, was an attractive Caucasian brunette who observed the activities of the two beauties discreetly. Her eye-line barely crested the cocktail menu she held before her, so as to obscure her pretty features from the subjects of her vigilance.
“I don’t blame you, I’ve been checking her out ever since she arrived,” said an elegant feminine voice beside her. The brunette turned her head, startled and a little annoyed, to find standing beside her an attractive, stunningly beautiful Nubian woman in a skimpy cocktail waitress’s uniform holding a little pad and pencil. She reminded the Riker agent of someone right off, oh yeah—actress, Jadah Pinckett. “Excuse me?” “Wouldn’t mind a little three-way with those two myself,” said the pretty waitress before fluttering her eye
lashes at the woman, who cocked her head and regarded the waitress with a befuddled expression. “May I take your order, babe?”
Meanwhile, Lucina couldn’t help but glare across the room at her partner. It annoyed her profusely when Marina engaged the enemy unnecessarily out of boredom and whimsy, and Marina knew it. Her perturbed mind state nearly caused Lucina to blow her cover. After all, her formidable quarry was extremely observant, among other assets pertinent to her trade. “Something wrong, my dear?” asked the sexy redhead. Lucina slowly turned her head to direct a lusty gaze, her thick black eyelashes set low and heavy lidded, at her gorgeous molester. Although annoyed with herself over her momentary breech of discipline, Lucina, like a true professional, smoothly regained her composure. “Oh no, sweet thing, thought I recognized an old lover is all.” Neisha reciprocated the look her pray gave her, beamed her green eyes at Lucina, and ran slowly the tip of her tongue along the underside of her upper lip. “I understand lover...” Neisha slid her fingers a little deeper until they cupped the underside of Lucina’s crotch, and applied a slight amount of pressure. Lucina let out a little squeak and perked up in her stool. “Oh my.” “Let’s go,” Neisha said. Lucina downed the rest of her drink, “My place or yours?”
Lucina stopped in the ladies room on their way out, went into a stall, and checked her supplies. She had her little stun gun and zip ties concealed and ready to use, but had to admit to herself she was a bit intimidated by the busty Riker agent, and wondered if she should play the submissive, and take the woman when her guard drops, or wait until Niesha makes her move, which would probably be early, given her aggressive nature. Lucina had no idea: moments from making her decision, the bathroom door crashed open, followed by the clicking sound of high-heeled leather boots making their way swiftly toward her stall door.
She hurriedly stowed her gear beneath the lid of the toilet’s upper portion when the door crashed open, frightening the Latin beauty so badly she lost her footing and fell backwards, causing her to drop her firm buttocks harshly down on the toilet seat. She cried out, and looked up to see the imposing form of a highly stimulated Niesha Cray, looking down at her with lips drawn back in a lusty sneer, eyes heavy-lidded and fierce.
Before she could react, Lucina was clutched by the Riker operative at the shoulders, lifted up off of the toilet, and spun around forcefully, causing her palms to splay flat out against the linoleum wall for support. Lucina panicked for a moment: she did the same to many women before she handcuffed them, and she thought the crazed woman was attempting to abduct her right there in the lady’s room, but Lucina soon learned her attacker’s true intentions when she felt one of Niesha’s long-fingered hands begin to grope and stroke her vagina repeatedly from behind, while her other hand reached around, and did the same to her left breast. The Riker agent leaned in until the erect nipples of her large breasts caressed Lucina’s shoulder blades. The two were now joined in a rhythmic rocking motion, Niesha licking and kissing very sensually the LASH agent’s left ear and the underside of her neck, while she explored every inch of her prey’s physique. Agent Cray was searching her for weapons, and having a little fun in the process.
Niesha was extremely thorough, and the LASH agent was very relieved she stashed her weapons. In spite of herself, Lucina couldn’t help but moan and feel aroused. A single droplet of Lucina’s juices trickled down her inner thigh before Neisha flipped up her skirt, ripped off her panties, grasped her by her wide hips, and began to grind and pump her throbbing womanhood into the LASH agents exposed vagina. Lucina hadn’t been dominated so completely for quite some time, and her pride began to chafe her. She thought about what Marina would say if she saw her now, and felt ashamed. Neisha brought her hand down firmly on Lucina’s ass cheek. The LASH agent wanted to cry out, but kept quiet so as not to draw attention. “Oh, ooh...FUCK. Just wait till I get you back to my place you little slut,” hissed Niesha. That did it. I cannot wait to put this bitch away, Lucina thought, when the bathroom door swung open again.