Infiltration

[This one-shot longish short story has some graphic violent scenes. If this upsets you, please don't read it. It has both sci-fi and fantasy elements in a contemporary setting. The sex scenes are heterosexual.]

Infiltration

By: Faustian Fables

1. NeuraNest Technologies Corporate Office - Second Floor Suite

I was 'working' my job at the front security desk. My eyes focused on the porn star's huge rack bounced across the small screen on my knee. A bomb blew up behind me. Light flashes reflected against my monitor, a loud boom sounded, followed by things crashing and people screaming hysterically.

I didn't get paid to watch porn and so I got up and waded through the cloud of dust trying to figure out what was going on. Fires burned and the sprinklers activated dousing the flames. I saw now a huge pool of blood where the coders used to work and all around it severed legs and arms. Only half of Paul was there with the intestines spilling and he had the strangest look on his face.

I followed a woman's cries and found Gloria with her leg trapped under a pile of debris. I approached her, tried to pull her out and then something above creaked loudly. The hair on the back of neck prickled before a loud crash followed by an intense sharp pain on the top my head.

2. San Jose City Hall

It was cold that morning.

"Now I'm going to turn it over to Inspector Swan with the U.S. Postal Inspection Service," said the mayor.

A serious looking woman stood behind the microphone. There was something about her short blond hair, crisp formal uniform, thin yet curvy figure, world weary appearance, and unapologetic grimace. Her subversive masculinity performed by her feminized body. An intoxicating mixture of beauty and aesthetic fascism. It wasn't hard at all. Me imagining her dressed in leather holding a riding crop.

The crowd of reporters yelled over each other in an incomprehensible din.

Inspector Swan pointed at a journalist in the front with her hand shaped like a gun.

"Do you have a suspect?" the reporter asked.

Inspector Swan shook her head. "No individual suspect, but there is a group that has claimed responsibility," she explained. "The Animal Liberation Front."

Swan shot another journalist with her finger.

"Why is the ALF targeting NeuraNest, aren't they an... AI startup?" the newswoman asked.

Inspector Swan frowned before releasing a small sigh. "We've not identified a motive at this time," she admitted. "NeuraNest never experimented on animals. They're a small Silicon Valley firm. We're still investigating and hope to develop a more robust motive and identify those responsible for the attack."

3. NeuraNest Technologies Corporate Office - Second Floor Suite - Cozy Security Room

It surprised me when she showed up unannounced. The light blue polo shirt had three buttons and none were fastened. With every movement she made, my eyes glued to them.

"Show me it, I want to see," she demanded. "All of it."

The screen flickered and the office floor down the hall from my desk came into view. Quickly I clicked the mouse. "There," I said and pointed at a large package sitting on the desk. My moist hand gripped the mouse, reduced the playback speed, and set the scene in motion. Moments passed and then a fireball formed where the package was and grew until you could see bedlam and flying severed blood soaked limbs.

Inspector Swan's left hand gripped and squeezed my left shoulder as she leaned over my right. Her ample exposed chest hung right next to my head and I couldn't help but stare, softly smile, and lean towards her. Her perfume smelled of cinnamon but not quite. It had a sharp bite. God, if she asked me right now to munch on me, I'd let her feast on whatever she wanted.

"Hey, uhh," I asked before hesitating. My jaw set, chest puffed out, and eyes stared into her own as my moist hands gripped against each other. "Could we get drinks after this? Y'know, it's hard. Watching this again after what happened. A few beverages could... calm my nerves a bit. I'm sure you have some good stories to share as well. Being a postal inspector."

"Are you asking me out?" she asked, blinked, and tilted her head.

"I'm friends with Sean Svensson," I responded without answering. "He gave me a bunch of NeuraNest stock when I was hired. If this company becomes the next big break through. I'll be a millionaire several times over."

She laughed, looked down, and then returned my stare. "Sounds tempting, but my focus is on the investigation," she refused.

4. My Apartment

The rubber tip squeaked as I pulled it off the top of the tequila bottle and poured liquor into the short glass. My mind remembered when I joked to friends that since my divorce, my new love interest was a Misty Quelia. When I still had friends... I gulped from the glass and it burned on the way down my throat. It's been years. Since I last fucked a woman.

I stood blurry eyed and stumbled. Fuck... The bed beckoned but... the mail. I never checked it.

Outside the apartment I approached the lock-box when I began to fall and to avoid it I slammed by body against the nearby wall. It hurt but I didn't tumble. The key scraped against the lock before a click and the face swung open. My hand reached inside and retrieved an envelope. The paper tore and I produced the sheet inside.

Written in cut out magazine letters, it said,S v e n s s o n. P C. B r a z i l, B a h i a.

5. NeuraNest Technologies Corporate Office - Second Floor Suite - Sean Svensson's Office

I right clicked the file named Bahia and a video played. Whoever filmed this was in a crowded filthy laboratory. Cockroaches crawled on the ground in a large damp room filled with cages imprisoning loud screeching juvenile chimpanzees.

Two men in bloodstained lab coats spoke Portuguese as they unlocked one of the cages and each grabbed a young chimp and dragged him out on to the dirty concrete floor. The ape child trembled, shrieked, and slammed his eyelids shut. Leveraging his muscular arms, he attempted to break free from the men only for one of them to strike him hard on his skull with a closed fist. One of the men lifted the hairy youth on to a gurney before tightly restraining him against the hard blood stained human-sized white mattress.

The other man wielded some tool. There was a high pitched revving sound followed by a continuous, intense grinding as it began to move. A hand-held chainsaw. Without first killing the child ape, administering anesthesia, or rendering him unconscious, the man began to saw off his skull. The chimp screamed in extreme pain and terror and my stomach quaked as I struggled not to vomit all over the CEO's desk. My shaking hand quickly skipped to further in the video.

The young chimp sat on the edge of the gurney still alive but with the top half of his skull removed. His brain was exposed. Most strange was his demeanor. No longer screaming, wincing in pain, or even nervous or concerned. He was connected to various computers and IVs.

One of the men in a blood soaked lab coat stared at the chimp with a notepad. In Portuguese, he appeared to speak something to the ape child.

The young chimp turned to him, tilted his head, stared into his eyes, and began speaking Portuguese. My body shook, torso flew back against the desk chair, jaw dropped, and hair prickled. "Holy fuck," I muttered before quickly clicking the X button closing the video file. My head swiveled as my eyes scoured over the empty office. My heart raced and I felt goosebumps all over my body.

6. Covert Meeting Place

Am I really going to blindfold myself and meet with terrorists? Murderers who killed people I used to speak to on a daily basis. This was the most dangerous thing I've ever done. I could just stick with the current plan. But what if I find out what was really going on in Brazil and expose it to the world? I'd be a hero. Or, alternatively... I infiltrate the ALF. Hand them to her on a silver platter... My mouth salivated as I imagined her and I in a bedroom. Celebrating our successful investigation.

My lips pressed together in a slight grimace, nose wrinkled, eyes blinked, and I swallowed. After hesitating, I tied the blindfold around my head and everything went dark.

7. Unknown Location

As the blindfold peeled off my face, I noticed feminine hands with each long fingernail painted a different vibrant color. My eyes adjusted and I saw before me, a beautiful young woman in her early twenties wearing tortoise shell glasses, with curly dark long hair, a loose fitting shirt, and large breasts which hung in front of me in view as she was standing and bent over my seated body. From the thick erect nipples straining against the thin material of her shirt, she wasn't wearing a bra. "You did the right thing," she complimented, placed her soft hand against the side of my face, and stroked it gently.

My hand grabbed hers and pushed it away. "I want answers," I demanded. "You killed them."

"You must think we're monsters," the woman responded, drew her eyebrows together, offered a pained look, and released a tear from one of her glassy eyes. "I'm so sorry we had to do what we did. Know that I feel truly horrible. But before you condemn us completely. Let me explain. I am Moonbeam and over there is Starflower." Moonbeam pointed to another thin young woman with olive skin, perky tits, and a freckled face. "We serve the greater good. The suffering of animals and people. It must end. We'd prefer peacefully but the way things keep moving. Revolutionary action is needed."

Moonbeam approached me, whimpered, and nuzzled her head against my shoulder. Her head pulled back, eyes stared at me, and she continued, "Humans and animals were once the same. We hunted them as some do to others and even some hunted us as well. But then we alienated ourselves from nature. Agriculture. A new way of living. One where man increasing felt he was above the natural order. Plants and animals became his slaves. Entire populations subject to eugenic practices to alter them so they could no longer survive free in nature but instead served only man's own interests. This lead to pandemics, polluting industry, exploitive capitalism, hedonistic consumption, human slavery, mechanized warfare, and nuclear weapons."

"I don't see what this has to do with bombing innocent people," I interrupted and crossed my arms across my chest.

Moonbeam embraced me and I felt her large free breasts and pointy nipples press against me through the thin material of her shirt. She smelled strongly of freshly cut fragrant flower petals. "It's never been as dire as now," she said in a voice that cracked with emotion. "Artificial intelligence. Never since agriculture has something threatened to further alienate mankind from nature. As with all new technologies, animals will inevitably be the ones to suffer. You've seen it yourself already. It's already being used to conduct cruel and horrific experiments on helpless young apes."

I hesitated.

"Hmm, yes," Moonbeam said, grabbed each of my hands with her own, squeezed, and closed her eyes. "I can feel it. Your chakra. You've been hurt. By a woman. It's eating at your soul. Loneliness. You crave a release. Here, come with me," She grabbed my right arm with both of her soft hands, pulled me forward and then through a door leading to a stairwell. Above the steps, we entered an unkempt bedroom. The large bed wasn't made and I could see female clothing strewn about the floor and a cluttered desk and mirror full of makeup and perfume bottles. "Here, sit down on the bed."

I did as she asked and soon she knelt down and with her soft fingers and long vividly painted nails she unfastened my belt and distended the zipper down my blue jeans. The tips of her long fingernails dug into my sides before she tugged and pulled down my pants and boxers revealing my swollen, hard, and throbbing penis.

"Uh huh," she said as she grabbed the shaft with both of her warm and moist hands. She rubbed my cock with her hands unlike any other woman has touched me before and almost immediately I shook and moaned through parted lips. "Just relax, lover. I am trained in the art of sexual healing."

A giggle escaped her moist lips as her long brightly colored fingernails slid up and down my pulsating penis with a smooth and gentle glide. Her pacing was perfect. Neither too fast nor slow. She leaned forward and nuzzled her face against my swollen phallus and wrinkly balls and when the tip of of my large cock smudged her eyeglasses with gooey precum, she wasn't bothered, grinned widely at me and wiggled her eyebrows.

Her hands slipped the loose shirt up and over her head and her free supple breasts bounced openly out of the bottom of the shirt. "Help yourself lover, I know you've been staring at them this whole time," she offered. "I don't mind when a man stares. I'd go everywhere topless if I could. Nudity is freedom."

Her areolas were larger than the other women I'd been with. My eyes glued to them as I grabbed her boobs in each hand, squeezed them and released a gasp.

Moonbeam closed her eyes and grunted before moaning. She grabbed my cock again with her right hand, squeezed it, jiggled her fingers around it showing off her colorful nails, and guided its mushroom head into her wet panting mouth.

I spread my legs, gasped, stared down at her long curly black hair as she bobbed back and forth and a smile slowly built onto my face.

The bedroom door creaked open and someone else entered the room.

"Oh, Starflower, great timing," Moonbeam greeted. "Come and help me give this poor man a release."

"T-the both of you?" I stuttered.

Another young woman's face, olive toned and freckled, appeared next to Moonbeam and extended a bumpy slick tongue that licked the wrinkled skin of my hanging testicles. Both of the women giggled.

Soon Starflower peeled off her own blouse and my eyes feasted on the sight of two pairs of jiggling tits while the young women took turns slurping on my slick dick before handing my pulsing penis back and forth like potheads sharing a fat blunt. My eyes stared intensely, a smile slowly spread across my face, and my entire body shook and tingled.

"Oh lover, I just had a wonderful idea!" Moonflower declared, lifted my cock up so the swollen head slapped against my tight abs, and the two young women began licking up my sweaty balls all the way to my rubbery cockhead.

I gasped. "Y-yes....?" I asked as I felt weak in my stomach.

"What if Star and I here rubbed are boobies together against it?" Moonbeam asked, giggled, and lewdly shook her chest. "Have you ever felt it before? Two women's breasts squeezing it all at once?"

"N-no..." my mouth replied, moaned, and released a thick stream of drool.

Breasts gently slapped against each other as the two women did as Moonbeam had suggested. My body vibrated and I felt light headed as my eyes watched Moonbeam's erect nipple rub against Starflower's and then press up against the side of my throbbing cock.

"Ok, lover, time for that big release I promised," Moonbeam cooed, winked at me, twinkled her eyes, and widely grinned. "It's just part of nature, you agree Star?"

"Totally," Starflower replied and stroked my cock before the two women giggled in unison. "Not icky at all."

"Uh huh, it's settled then," Moonbean concluded, sucked loudly on my penis, and plopped the soaked phallus out of her mouth. "Go on lover, release all over Star and I's faces."

I looked down and I saw Moonbeam grinning at me through her tortoise shell glasses next to Starflower's freckled olive skinned face. My mouth fell open, eyes closed, body vibrated, and was overwhelmed as everything fluctuated between frigid cold and burning hot inside. A long moan escaped out my gaping lips and my eyes opened just in time to see the first fat glob land on Starflower's freckled cheek.

"Unh, unh, unh," I grunted as another thick jet splattered against Moonbeam's glasses. My cock ejaculated again and again, on Moonbeam's lips, in Starflower's hair, on the tip of Moonbeam's nose, and one particularly drippy stand that slingshots on to Starflower's feminine chin.

The two young women giggled as they were coated in my white sticky jizz. "I totally called it," Moonbeam said as a smile slowly built on her face. "You were awfully clogged up in there. There may even be some more." A large wad of cum slid down the side of her debauched face. "You're welcome to spend the night with us in Star and I's bed. We can stay up real late playing." She gestured with her head to the large unmade bed in the room.

"You know what's the best thing to do after sex?" Starflower asked as she opened up a desk drawer and retrieved what looked like a brightly colored rainbow page of postal stamps. "Dropping acid," she answered before chuckling.

I'd never taken LSD before. But I also never met a terrorist, or had a threesome. It was dangerous for me to use drugs with them. Yet, I couldn't help but feel I was far from the bottom of this insane rabbit hole. I could stick to the plan. Maybe involve Inspector Swan. My chest tightened, nose wrinkled, lips grimaced, eyes blinked, and throat swallowed.

"Just lick it," Starflower said before giggling.

I tongued Starflower's psychedelic lamina.

8. Elysium

In a jungle surrounded by towering trees draped in moss, their canopies intertwined to form a verdant ceiling that filtered sunbeams into gentle, dappled light. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth, pollen, and fresh greenery, a fragrance that was both invigorating and calming. Orchids, resplendent and delicate, clung to the gnarled limbs of ancient trees, their petals a testament to the splendor of seclusion. Insects buzzed and clicked in the distance, water in a brook in the clearing gurgled and splashed against stones, and birds occasionally flapped overhead. Behind me I heard female giggling.

Moonbeam and Starflower sauntered past me nude. They both had a subtle green hue to them that seemed connected to the jungle. I noticed something different about them. Vibrantly colored but translucent wings reminiscent of those of a butterfly. Perhaps I was tripping hard due to inexperience or being overwhelmed by the intense sex I just had.

Deep, resonate thuds sound from the jungle outside the clearing. As whatever the source came closer, they combined with the sounds of crackling twigs and rustling leaves. From the jungle outskirts, a beast emerged from the canopy. Black and white with claws, it crawled forward. A panda bear. Much larger than I'd ever seen before. Its paws thumped against the grassy clearing ground as it advanced.

"Moon, Star, get behind me!" I warned, askewed my stance, and raised my fists up. The size of it though. Fighting wasn't a realistic option. Not without a weapon.

The two topless winged women dropped to their knees. "Silly, that's Azrakar!" Moonbeam exclaimed kneeling on the leafy jungle floor. "Kneel before him, the panda lord!"

Azrakar approached us, sniffed loudly, and then sauntered toward a large golden throne in the middle of the clearing. Wait, I didn't remember that being there. But I couldn't recall it not as well. Azrakar climbed on to the throne, leaned back, yawned, and rotated his neck.

I looked around, prickled my neck hair, and finally knelt.

"Thank you, children!" Azrakar belted out loudly in English through a very deep raspy voice. "As I commanded, you have delivered. You are old, good knight, but in Elysium youth is eternal. I trust my children gave you a taste of what Elysium has to offer!"

Moonbeam and Starflower giggled but remained knelt.

I blinked as my mouth hung open and eyes stared at the talking giant panda atop his golden jungle throne.

"Yes, you are here by my orders," Azrakar explained. "We are warriors fighting on behalf of Earth's animals. Someone like yourself, head of security, are of enormous utility in our holy war against cruelty and human supremacy. The path forward isn't yet clear but stand by and wait and you shall reap all the benefits that entails!"