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Ocean Force
by slain

Journalist Diane Charade, a statuesque woman in a cardinal red dress and high heels, stood beside her broken down ground car trying to puzzle out the source of her car’s problem. One minute the car ran fine. the next everything in it went dead. She shuddered to think what would've happened if she had been in an air car, and everything in it died.
Suddenly she threw back her head and uttered a loud gasp of surprise. Then she pitched forward into the open passenger compartment, and hung there like a piece of meat half inside the vehicle. The unknown assailant lifted up the torpid journalist by the legs and tumbled her all the way inside the car.

The assailant, a woman, climbed inside the car and the fighter plane like canopy closed; then it darkened.
Sometime later a woman who appeared to be Diane Charade drove her car up to the main gate of the Ocean Force base located on the California mega island Pie. The underwear clad body of the real Diane Charade lay behind some bushes alongside the roadway.

A sign stated the base was under Threat Condition Charlie, all persons must be identifiable.
Diane II smiled at the guard at the front gate as she drove up. The phony Diane said to the guard. “Hi, I’m Diane Charade,”

The Diane II ran into a snag on her way to infiltrate medical and terminate a mark. A sign stated only base personnel with a prior appointment would be admitted to the medical section.

“Hmm, if that’s all I need fine...” Diane II murmur to herself. With that Diane II repaired herself to the ladies room.

“Whoa, it looks like the last place you need to be is at the hospital.” Diane II told Marine Lieutenant Annette Stonehead, who was a tall, good looking blond in healthy, robust sort of way. Lieutenant Stonehead wore a dress uniform that would have shocked previous generations. Her uniform consisted of a brown coat and matching micro mini-skirt, a khaki shirt with the first three buttons undone and the collar spread wide to show off her boobs, brown knee high boots, and a brown beret.

“I’m just here for a routine physical,” Lieutenant Stonehead said as stood at the sink counter of the women’s restroom.

“Hey, do you know why visitors aren’t allowed?” Diane II asked Lieutenant Stonehead.

“Ah, they must be trying to stop an infiltrator or something. What a spy would want in medical is mystery to me though,” Lieutenant Stonehead said.

“OK, I have feeling I know why now they’re doing this for,” Diane said.

“Can you tell me why?” Lieutenant Stonehead asked.

“Yeah, rumor has it they fished some woman out of the drink, and they say she has some wild stories about being held prisoner at some of villain’s undersea base,” Diane said.
Then she added, “You know these steps they’re taking to stop an infiltrator are stupid. All a female assassin has to do is straggle one of you soldier girls with an appointment, steal her uniform, and take her place.”

“Hey, you know that could work,” Lieutenant Stonehead said.

“I’m glad you think so,” Diane II said

“HEEEEEE,” Annette screeched as Diane II firmly grasped around the waist, and tickled her in certain way. Then she just she just wilted in Diane II’s arms dead to the world.

“Ugh,” Diane II grunted as she took the full weight of Annette’s flaccid body for a moment before letting it slide like a sack of garbage down to the floor..

“Oh, baby you weigh a ton,” Diane II said to the unconscious lieutenant who lay in sprawled out on the restroom floor. She bent down, grabbed Annette’s body by the wrists, and dragged her off to rear most toilet stall. Once Inside the spacious handicapped stall she roughly pried off Annette’s knee high boots. After unshoding the girl of her footwear Diane II unbuttoned her victim’s shirt and unzipped her micro mini-skirt. Then she rolled Annette over on her tummy and peeled off the girl’s coat and shirt. After completing that she yanked off the mark’s skirt. She then proceeded to put on her victim’s uniform. Once she had finished donning her stolen uniform she exited the toilet stall with the body of Lieutenant Stonehead lying face down on the floor in roughly in the position of attention.

Debra Meanstreet had a bad feeling about her sanctuary at the Ocean Force base. The officials here didn’t seem to believe her when she told them about Doctor Crustacean’s underwater hideout, and the nefarious things he was working on there. She knew Dr. Crustacean definitely had assassins on his payroll.

She needed to get the hell out of the hospital. Being on her own seemed like the only way she could keep from being assassinated. Fat chance they would just let her leave the base though. It looked like she would have to sneak out of the hospital.

Nurse Brooke Appleton, a good looking, statuesque brunette alighted from the elevator on the 1st floor and started walking down the hallway. She was on an errand to deliver some charts; a routine task she thought nothing of. Nurse Appleton wore a white double breasted mini dress. She had on a pair of spray on white stockings over her long, shapely legs. On her feet she wore a pair of crepe soled, white go-go boots.

A female marine who appeared lost stood in the corridor looking around. “Ma'am, can I help you finding what you’re looking for,” Nurse Appleton said to the female marine.

“You already have nurse.”

The marine’s answer puzzled Brooke. What could this woman possibly want with her. She said, “Huh, if this is joke let me know what the punchline is.”

“This is the punchline,” Annette II announced before she lept forward and slapped one hand over the nurse’s mouth and cradled the back of her neck with the other hand. Nurse Appleton managed to grunt out a strangled cry of, “MMMHHH.” Then her tone changed muffle sighs of pleasure.

Brooke came to when and where she didn’t know. She felt totally exhausted and stated in disgusting sort of way. She could barely raise her head, and when she did manage to she wished she hadn’t; she wore just her bra and panties. The last few minutes before she passed out flashed before her eyes. When she turned her head she saw a tall woman with a build that matched her own putting on her nurse’s uniform..

When the woman turned around Brooke whimpered. The woman who had stolen her uniform now looked exactly like her. Brooke II leaned down, stared down at the real Brooke and smiled. Brooke stared back at her doppelganger and muttered terrified, “No--no--no--”

Brooke II wasn’t to surprised when the terrified nurse went into cardiac arrest. Some people showed signs of extreme terror when confronted with their exact double. After the nurse expired she left the woman’s body lying on an exam room table in just her white bra and panties.

Debra Meanstreet waited for the nurse watching her to go to the restroom; when this happened she scrambled out of bed and dumped a handful of valium pills into the nurse’s cup of coffee. When the nurse returned a short time later she saw the patient apparently still asleep, She sat back down in a chair near the bed, and began sipping on her large cup of coffee. She hoped the coffee would wake her up.

The drugged coffee rendered the nurse unconscious in short order. Debra climbed out of bed and gently shook her to see if she was really out cold. The nurse groaned sleepily, but otherwise she seemed totally out of it.
Debra heard the door unlatching, so she hopped back into bed and pretended to be asleep. The newest visitor to Debra’s room turned out to be a young intern wearing a white coat over a set green scrubs.

“How’s our patient doing nurse,” the intern asked with perky voice, and the nurse didn’t answer she asked, “Nurse, Nurse.”

While the intern was checking to see was wrong with the nurse, Debra silently climbed out of bed and snuck up behind the intern, and bonked her over the head with a steel bedpan. The intern fell poleaxed to the floor at her feet.

Debra wasted no time in stripping the intern of her white coat, green scrubs, and white sneakers. After divesting intern of her clothing, she hoisted the knocked out woman up in her arms and laid her out on the bed and threw the covers over the conked, underwear clad woman.

Now only the security guard stationed outside her door stood in the way of her escaping from this death trap of a place.
“How is--hey, you're not Doctor--where is she? Where did you get those clothes?” the security woman asked.

“I bought ‘em,” Debra said and cold cocked the female security woman right on the chin. The woman made an, “UGH” sound at being struck; then she slumped down in her chair knocked out cold.

She didn’t see any tell tail signs where they had her mark stashed, till she reached the 5th floor. She cracked up open the door and saw a security guard standing in the corridor with her back to the fire escape door.

Security Officer Lisa Buzzkill stood in the corridor shifting her weight from one foot to the other. Her newest assignment had her bored stiff standing in the corridor like an idiot. Gee like who, she wondered, would want to kill that crazy ass b!tch they fished of the drink a few days ago.
Unfortunately for Lisa, she just happen to be a statuesque girl with long shapely legs, a dynamite body, and a cute face that would be a pleasure to replicate. The shape shifter who currently looked exactly like Nurse Annette Appleton liked what she saw in the person of Security Officer Lisa Buzzkill.

Suddenly the doorknob slipped from her grasp, and slammed closed with a BANG. The noise of the closing door startled Lisa and made her nearly jump out of her skin. Her boredom quickly turned to terror at the sound of the door going BANG. She had been told to call the MP’s for the slightest reason, but Lisa knew she would look stupid calling for help just because she had heard a noise.

She screwed up her courage walked over to the fire escape door. Feeling kind of chicken Lisa put her ear to the door to see if she could hear anything. All Lisa could hear was the of her own pounding heart.
LIsa had often fantasized about being knocked out or chloroformed, carried off, and having all her clothes stolen by a spy of somebody who wanted impersonate a security officer. She put her hand on the doorknob, and hesitated for a moment. This was starting to feel like one her daydreaming fantasies of being rendered unconscious and mugged of her uniform.
“Oh, this is silly…” said to herself. The idea that something like one of her fantasies actually happening to her well nigh impossible. Still she hesitated wondering what if…

She slowly turned the doorknob thinking to herself somebody just didn’t close the door all the way and it just happened to close a minute ago. Debating on whether or not she should open the door slowly or forcefully throw it open. Lisa decided to split the difference and thrust door open just a foot or so.
Lisa opened the door part way; then someone on the other side of door violently wrenched it out of her hand. “YEPS” was all managed to say before a pair hands shot out, seized the security woman under the arms, and yanked her into the stairwell out of sight of anyone in the corridor.

For the fourth time that day the lookalike to Diane Charade, Annette Stonehead, Brooke Appleton, and now Lisa Buzzkill doned a set of clothes she’d taken from another woman. She exited the stairwell looking exactly like Lisa Buzzkill and wearing the real Lisa’s clothing.

Lisa II snagged a nearby wheelchair and a blanket; then she returned to the stairwell. Back in the stairwell she hoisted the real Lisa Buzzkill into the wheelchair, and covered up the underwear clad woman with the blanket. On the way to her destination she shoved the real Lisa Buzzkill into some darkened room.

Lisa II found the mark’s room without difficulty. She crept up on what the she assumed to be a napping security guard stationed outside the mark’s room. The woman had her head tilt to one side presenting the junction of her neck and torso as a perfect target. Lisa II raised her hand and smacked the guard with a karate chop at the base of her neck THOP. the female guard merely uttered a sleepy grunt and didn’t even flinch at the blow.
“Wimp,” Lisa II muttered to the security woman.
Lisa II quietly let herself inside the mark’s room.

“Good grief.” she muttered to herself, “Is everyone in , this hospital taking a siesta or something?”
She crept up behind what she assumed to be a nurse merely sleeping. Then she grabbed the nurse under the chin while cradled her neck, and snapped the woman’s neck. After doing the nurse Lisa II slipped a metal disk the size of a hockey puck underneath the marks pillow. She left the room and hurried back to the nearest elevator.

Lisa II knew it would look suspicion for a security guard to be seen running away from a dangerous situation like a bomb going off. So looked for a new uniform/identity donor right after she planted the bomb.

On the 3rd floor she saw what she wanted; a delivery girl delivering a flower bouquet to the nurse’s station. As the girl, 21 year old Amanda Deflame, walked away from the nurse’s station, Lisa II lunged out from a setback in the wall, and slapped her hand over the girl's mouth. Then she yanked Amanda out of sight anyone at the nurse’s station. She did to Amanda what she’d done to her other victims that day. After doing the girl she quickly stripped off her uniform which consisted of a blue romper suit, white socks, and white sneakers. No one gave Amanda II a second glance as she speed walked out of the building.

As she was walking through the parking, Debra heard a loud THUD and moment later a loud klaxon started wailing. Gees Debra thought a bomb; that could only mean Doctor Crustacean had tried to have her rubbed out. Now she knew she needed to get the hell off the base post haste. She started to look for place to hide when she heard the sirens of responding emergency vehicles. No doubt the the cops would jam up everyone in the area when they figured out a bomb had caused the blast.

“Hey, do you know what happened over at medical?” a well built blond air woman asked her.

“I think it was a bomb,” Debra said.

“Really, oh my god,” the air woman said.

“Oh, look over there,” Debra said to distract the air woman for a moment.

“What?” the air woman asked.

Debra used the momentary distraction she had arranged to grab the air woman by the head and snapped her neck. The air woman died with a grunt, and Debra caught her around the waist as she fell. She dragged the dead air woman behind some decorative bushes, and wasted no time in stripping off the woman’s uniform. After donning the stolen uniform, she left underwear clad corpse on a bed of dead leaves and left the base.
The following story is set in the Marine Boy universe.

Ocean Force
by slain
Last edited by slainplus on Sun Sep 25, 2016 9:02 pm, edited 1 time in total.
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WELCOME BACK SLAIN! YOUR STORRY WAS GREAT.
IT'S FUNNY YOU USED THE "MARINE BOY" SETTING. I LOVE MARINE BOY.
BACK WHEN I WAS A KID, IN THE LATE 70'S I'D WATCH AN ALL JAPANESE LIN-UP ALL AFTERNOON LONG..
IT WAS ULTRAMAN, SPACE GIANTS, SPEED RACER, TRANZOR-Z, BATTLE OF THE PLANETS, AND LASTLY, MARINE BOY.
I JUST BOUGHT THE FIRST SEASON OF MARINE BOY ON DVD.
SLAIN IS SO GOOD TO HAVE SOME OF THE "OLD" USB GANG AROUND AGAIN.
HOPE YOU POST SOMEMORE STORIES AND IT'D BE GREAT IF YOU CONTINUED YOUR POSER STORY LEGACY.
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