6 comments/ 8134 views/ 2 favorites Dark Angel: Mirror Crack'd By: inyotefi Disclaimer: Dark Angel and related characters are the property of James Cameron, Charles H. Eglee, and the Fox Network; I do not own any rights to it. This is an erotic fan-fiction based on the cancelled TV series that starred Jessica Alba in the lead role (Max); therefore if you are unfamiliar with the TV show you will be unable to follow the story. This parody is written for entertainment purposes only; I do not make any money off writing it. My apologies for writing anyone too much out of character, and for any spelling/grammatical errors. Events herein are based on Dark Angel Season Two. Authors note: I received flattering appraisal for the work I did on 'Dark Angel: Nark' and while I am truly grateful, I can't help feeling unworthy. I am a fan as much as the rest of you, and as such I am always in search of a good Dark Angel or Alba story myself, and there are other great authors here on Literotica; Supman being a particular favourite of mine, so I simply cannot be the best. Anyhow, I managed to sit and take another stab at bleeding the concept of a Dark Angel erotica and this piece of work is the result. Mind you it is a work-in-progress and I'm still developing the plot, so don't expect updates every other day like with 'Nark' please. I would also like to send a shoutout to SammyColt and Supman for checking my work before I posted it, so thanks fellas. Enough of me blabbering, hope you enjoy it (comments/constructive criticism of course are always welcomed) - INYOTEF ;) *** The sound of a thump... ...Of a heartbeat... ...There is the distant whirling of a chopper blade, and the sound as of ringing in ones ears after an explosion... ...A man screams; followed by the sickening crunch of a fist connecting with his jaw... ...A chopper swirls out of control thru the night air... ...There is a screech as it crashes and scrapes on the wet asphalt of the street, then the roaring of flames and the smell on gasoline... ...The man flies out of the window and groans as he tumbles on the ground, his fingers scraping the tar road, and cut by the minute shards of splintering glass. He turns to see the silhouette of a woman walking out of the fire as a spark ignites the gas and the chopper is engulfed in flames and explodes... He tries to crawl away, but a hand spins him around and a fist punches thru his face- It feels as if he were hit with a brick. He looks up to see full bee-sung lips and soft bedroom eyes... The woman speaks, 'I want Soto Marc, where is he!?' she demands. 'Go fuck yourself!' the man says defiantly, spitting up blood. He flicks a false tooth filled with cyanide loose with his tongue and bites down on it, his mouth foaming, before he chokes to death in the woman's clutches... 'Dammit,' said Max, her brow furrowing in frustration... ...Except that while she was physically identical to a fault- She was not Max! * Seattle, two days later... ...Max- the real Max- ran; moving at a blurring pace as the men on motorcycles tried to chase her down. She ducked behind a burnt out bus and listened carefully. She looked down at the lead pipe at her feet and quickly put the papers in her inner-jacket pocket before zipping it closed, then flicked the pipe up with her foot, readying her stance. She heard one of her three pursuers coming toward her then came out of hiding and hit him in the throat taking him clean off the bike and crashing to the ground. 'This way, over here, I found the bitch!' she heard the other goon call out, alerting his buddy. She ran and picked up the downed bike, straddling it and revving the engine, grinning to herself as she reared it and sped off. She spun around and ramped up onto the roof of the bus then flew over the fence into the train yard, the goon crashing through the gate behind her, giving chase. She skidded the bike back around and dropped it on its side and then revved it again, the hind wheel spinning and pelting stones up like bullets. The goon screamed as the bombarding stones hit him hard taking him off the bike and killing him. The last bad guy came through the gate and stopped his motorcycle, revving the engine. Max stood up and smirked... He reared the bike in the air and rode straight at her shooting with his machine gun. Max darted to the left, messing with his aiming, then dashed at him. She leapt onto the bikes handlebar and punched him in the face, shattering his helmet's visor then flipped off the bike, landing in a roll as he toppled onto the ground knocked out cold. She got up, patting herself down and made her way out of the train yard on foot. ...Five minutes later she got into Logan's car and handed him the documents and photos. 'Thanks, Max. This should be all the proof I need to go live and put Judge Fagan away for double homicide and child molestation,' Logan said looking at the incriminating material. Max felt the buzz of her pager and pulled it out, 'no biggy,' she smiled, looking at the number on the cracked display.. 'Hey, can I use your cell, please?' 'Sure,' Logan said, handing it to her absentmindedly, too absorbed in the papers she had given him. Max's eyes widened as he came really close to touching her fingers with his own, and Logan looked up realising how he had almost infected himself with the retrovirus again. '...Max I- he began, but she covered her hand with the sleeve of her leather jacket and took it from him before getting out of the car quickly. She sighed, partly out of anger but mostly out of frustration; then looked down and dialled the number on her pager. She waited for a response then froze as she heard her own voice on the other end... '452, I need your help. Meet me in Chinatown; one hour, come alone!' '...Sam!?' Max responded softly, but the line had already gone dead. DARK ANGEL MIRROR CRACK'D Max rode her bike into Chinatown trying to avoid the mass of people in the overpopulated market streets. She pulled up along side a street vendor selling tofu and let the engine idle as she waited. A figure moving on a nearby rooftop caught her eye, and her pupils expanded as her vision zoomed in to see Sam watching her. A minute later she was scaling a ladder onto the roof and walked up to the mirror image of herself; except where she wore black leather; Sam wore a tan suede jacket over a grey shirt and a pair of black jeans with brown boots, as well as a pair of brown shades; and while Max's long brown hair was straightened, hers had curls. Sam stood looking over the crowd of Chinatown, 'world throws a whole lotta curves at you, huh?' she said, taking a puff from her cigarette and exhaling smoke thru her nose. Max had a stern look on her face, her last run in with her clone wasn't very pleasant, 'guess you could say that, coz I didn't expect to see you again; thought we sent you to Canada... 'So whatta ya want?' 'A man! By the name of Soto Marc... His here, in Seattle,' Sam said looking at Max. 'And what's that gotta do with me?' Max shot. Sam looked down, sadness tainting her words, 'Look, I ain't to psyched bout asking you for help... They took my family, again, found out about our new identities and grabbed my husband and his kid on the way to school...' 'It was government agents from Interpol, their here in the country, tracking one of their own along with an arms dealer named Klaas...' 'Either I get them Soto Marc and their agent back, or I never see my family again...' 'We Transgenics aren't even human to suites,' she said looking up at Max. Max looked away trying to hide her concern, 'whose this Soto Marc? And who is the agent they nabbed?' 'The agent's name is Sean Gleason, his being kept in some secure location in the city, I think. As for Soto, his the man that is using a new prototype version of a neural implant that increases human strength and durability- Max's eyes widened and her hand unconsciously went to the back of her neck, where she had once used the implant Sam was describing to rescue Original Cindy... '...Reds..' she said. 'What?' Sam asked, confused. 'I had dealings with these ampt-up soldiers in the past, their mean son's of bitches. South African Death Row inmates who were expendable to their government. They were trying to get the same results as Manticore, but their lackeys burnt out in less than a year,' Max explained. 'If the Red Series technology was upgraded to produce better results, we've got worries other than your missing family. I gotta talk to Logan...' 'Let's blaze.' * Logan still had a hard time staring at Max's double again, it was- weird... 'Logan,' Max said, getting his attention, 'did you hear a word I just said?' 'Eh- yeah, yeah I,' Logan stammered, frowning, '..we're talking psychotic murderers on the streets- 'No,' Sam interjected, 'just one, a prototype. Soto Marc; twice as strong and twice as dangerous.' 'Hold on...' Logan said turning to his computer, 'I need an experts advice.' A few minutes later Logan was talking to Sabastian a quadriplegic, as well as his most reliable Eyes Only source on all things post-Pulse about the new developments over Skype. He was the one who had given Logan and Max intel on the Reds in the past and certainly knew a whole deal more about them... '...Soto. Marc. Is. Not. The. Name. Of. A. Man,' he said speaking with his voice synthesizer, 'The. Soto. Mark. Is. The. Modal. Upgrade. Of. The. Red. Series. Implants...' 'The. South. African's. Withdrew. Funding. And. Sold. The. Technology. To. A. Japanese. Corporation. And. Doctor. Hun-Yu. Soto. Reverse. Engineered. It. After. That. He. Fled. Ashiya. After. Selling. The. New. Implant. To. NASA's. Weapons. Division. They. Granted. Him. Diplomatic. Immunity. until. He. Finished. his. Work.' 'The Soto Mark Implant,' Max said putting things in context. 'What do you know about the man that is using the prototype?' she asked looking at Sabastian on the computer screen. 'Not. Much,' Sabastian said electronically, 'His. On. The. System. As. A. John. Doe. But. He. Has. A. Rap. Sheet. That. Includes. Arson. Assault. Murder. Rape- 'Yeah, we get it,' Sam said, 'your basic renaissance dirt bag.' 'Sabastian, do you know about any defects caused by this new implant?' Logan asked. 'The. New. Implant. Connects. To. All. Major. Nerves. Thru. The. Brain. Stem. Injecting. Nanite. Receptors- '...So it stabilises the hyper-adrenal burst with motor functions,' Max said. '...The entire body is ampt up making the new Soto user the same as a Manticore transgenic,' Sam concluded. 'Yes. And. No. The. Soto. Mark. Is. Far. Stronger. Next. Gen. Hardware. The. User. Is. Superior. To. A. Transgenic. And. The. Bonding. Does. Not. Burn. Out. The. Body. Like. The. Red. Series. Before. It,' Sabastian explained, 'The. Data. For. Building. It. Came. From. The. Human. Nark. List. A. Year. Ago (Author: read "Dark Angel: Nark" saga).' Max looked at Logan, 'Flinch,' she whispered. Something. To. Keep. In. Mind. Max. A. Crazy. Stunt. Like. Going. After. The. Soto. Mark. With. A. Red. Series. Implant. Won't. Be. Enough. To. Stop. Him,' Sabastian warned, then added, 'Not. That. You'd. Survive. It. A. Second. Time.' 'Gee, thanks for the heads up,' Max said sarcastically, 'and here I was just thinking I needed another rush like that. Pity the one in my neck is fried, huh.' Sam was sitting against the desk just staring at nothing, pulling out a smoke and lighting it up. Max saw her and put an hand on her shoulder... She looked at Max with tears in her eyes, 'I have to go after the prototype.. Or die trying. I owe my family that.' 'Hey, I know what you mean (she was thinking of all she had done for her own X5 family), and I got your back. This prototype may be able to handle one revved up female, but he ain't ready for two.' Sam looked at her and smiled weakly- blowing cigarette smoke into the air- then got up and left the room. '...Look,' Logan said, 'maybe we're better prepared to go after Agent Gleason instead. Who knows, he may have intel that can help us retrieve the Soto Mark Implant.' 'I. Will. See. What. I. Can. Find. Logan,' Sabastian said before signing off. Logan then turned to Max, the concern clearly distinguished on his face, 'Max if this new implant is that strong- 'I know,' Max said, looking absently at her boots. 'It's just, your last run in with the Reds nearly kil- 'I know,' she repeated, looking up at him sternly, 'we need to focus on this Gleason guy, can you find where they're holding him...?' She got up and walked to the door, then stopped and turned to Logan and spoke reassuringly, 'I'll deal with this Soto Mark badass when the time comes.' Then she left the room leaving Logan to dig up the information the way he knew best. * 'This is such a bad idea,' Max said, woefully. 'You can back out if you want!' Sam shot back, 'but if it get's me a step closer to getting my family back, I'm handling my business.' 'I didn't say I'm backing out,' Max protested, 'I just, don't get how you go from a sergeant in the Bosnian Army to this.' Sam shrugged, 'he was dirty.' 'More like filthy... Or; sleazy,' Max simpered. They were standing in a warehouse that had recently been converted for the production of a new pornographic feature entitled "Hot 'S Harlots" by the multi-million dollar production company; "Kalm&Nasty" the owner of which they were here to see. According to Sabastian's source he was once a dirty Bosnian army sergeant who had repeatedly dealt with Klaas, and would therefore have intel or even know of safe houses where the Interpol agent, Sean Gleason, could be found... The man in question's name was Udrik Kalm (say: ood' rick calm). It was a squalid affair walking thru the set, and Max thanked god she wasn't currently in heat. There was apparently no regard for public decency as men and woman walked around utterly naked; one woman even had a large portion of her boobs covered in ropes of drying semen, and Max pulled her face in a disgusted scowl looking at her judgmentally. They walked onto a set that was built up to be an outside lawn all prepped with fake grass and hedges. Sitting in the directors chair was an elderly man in his mid-sixties with the body of someone who had been well-built in his youth; he had a round face, short, thinning grey hair, and a goatee; that was dyed black. He wore a black patterned shirt, over a pair of navy-blue sweat pants with a white double-stripe down the sides, along with a pair of plain sneakers; he definitely didn't use his ridiculous wads of cash on fashion... 'Mr. Kalm!' Sam said to him, 'Udrik Kalm?' 'What the fuck is this?' Udrik whined turning in his seat, then was stunned as he laid eyes on the absolutely stunning young "twins" facing him, placing his brown-tinted shades on his forehead. Max was staring at the scene being filmed. On the fake lawn-set, lying on a furry rug was a muscular man on whom a stunningly beautiful Polynesian looking woman with long, thick, golden-brown hair and an amazing toned body, was straddled. Lighting from the set glistened off her firm, sweat kissed, supple tits, and they jiggled as she rocked up and down. Her slender body went down to a perfectly round ass that rippled as it tapped against the man's lap as she sat there riding him slowly. Max held her breath as the woman bent forward and her fat, fleshy pussy came into view; just sliding over the large dick pleasurably. The woman bent her upper body over the male, her succulent breasts swaying I front of his face; her rear was pushed out to show her little sphincter, her moist pussy gripping round his thick cock, plopping against his pelvis as she slapped it up and down rapidly- '...Can I help you ladies?' Kalm said loudly, 'you're here for my threesome right?' 'What!' Max snapped, wearily. 'No!' Sam responded, less fazed, 'can we talk to you privately Mr. Kalm?' 'Ladies, are ya fuckin' insane, can't ya see I'm shootin' here?!' 'Hmph...' Max smirked, 'that's a very American accent for a Bosnian.' Udrik's eyes shot open and he looked at the two woman suspiciously, 'who the fuck are you?' 'Like we said, we gotta talk! Privately,' Max repeated. Udrik was clearly growing nervous, but nonetheless he turned to the set, 'Ok les cut right there...' The stunning girl stopped riding the man and turned to Udrik and the man beneath her groaned and said, 'you killing me here UK, I can't take anymore erection pills.' 'Fuckin' move Frank!' Udrik yelled, 'and Del, sweetie, take ten and get yerself lubricated for the anal scene...' 'Ok UK,' Del said smiling widely and slipping on a robe. 'Take a break everyone, go on lunch,' he said to his crew... - A minute later Max and Sam were with Udrik Kalm in his office... '...You are gonna tell me how the fuck ya know about- 'Shut it "UK" , we're the ones asking the questions!' Max interjected. 'Right,' Sam agreed, 'and we wanna know bout your business with Klaas?' Udrik flinched at the name, then quickly opened his desk drawer to pull out the 45 cal he kept there, but no sooner had he done it, when his wrist was twisted and the gun was taken. Max tossed the gun to Sam who held it on Kalm. Kalm was holding his aching wrist looking at the girls, dumbfounded, 'how the hell did ya move so fast?' he shot at Max. 'Hey, pay attention,' Max snapped, 'we already told you, we're ask the questions. Now spill what you know about Klaas or my friend here is gonna put one in your numbskull?!' 'Are ya out of your fuckin' mind, do ya know who the fuck Klaas is?' 'Yeah, his a no account gun runner,' Sam answered. 'His THE gun runner sweetie! This guy does business on four continents an' in every country that has a war going...' 'Spare us the boring scare tactics pal,' Max shot, 'we wanna know bout how and where he'd keep a high profile prisoner; like, say, an Interpol agent?' Udrik took a seat, apparently not too fazed to have a gun pointed at him, 'Klaas is a ghost, nobody ever sees his face. His a guy in the shadows on a laptop, like Eyes Only. Nothing but a single goddamn name...!' 'She said- Sam began... But Udrik continued, 'I got no loyalty to the guy. He did me in on a deal, cost me 500 K; but Klaas is not the type of guy you plot revenge against...' 'I mean, how the fuck do you take revenge on a ghost? So I cut my losses, left Bosnia, came to the States an' got into the porn industry; big money in porn...' He looked up at Sam, 'so you go ahead an' you pull that trigger sweetheart, coz I sure as fuck ain't getting in that mad man's sights again. Now you must have some well connected people to have found out who I was; but I changed my name, my face, my accent- everything! Coz that is the only way you cut ties with Klaas; you gotta die an' be reborn.' 'Bolto Dressler, right?' Max said, smiling when Udrik flinched again at mention of his real name, 'died in a plane crash over Turkey ten years ago...' '...Oh I'm betting Klaas will love to find you,' Sam said, 'ya know, just that breath of relief that you're not around to talk about all the storehouses he has for his weapons.' 'What is it you did in Bosnia?' Max asked rhetorically, sitting on the side of his desk, 'oh that's right- you used air freighters to fly massive cargo shipments around for him, even some light-weight tanks, handling all major drop-offs and storage around the world...' 'Imagine how worried he'd be if you ever knocked on him...' 'I mean it would cost billions for him to move all his supplies, so it's all still the- 'ALRIGHT!' Kalm said, 'I get the picture...' 'But I'm a business man now. I can, maybe, help with what ya want, but what's in it fer me? You can't scare me with death threats an' torture honey, so we gotta come to some sort of agreement; something fair,' Udrik finished sitting back in his seat and crossing his fingers, with a winning grin on his face. Dark Angel: Mirror Crack'd Ch. 02 Authors note: I hope you're not too disappointed with the time it took to post this chapter. At the same time I want to thank you for your continued support by means of your comments- please note that the more feedback I get the more enthused I am to write. If any of you read my 'Tomb Raider: Rituals' story you may find that I wrote a character in this chapter that resembles Ernest Ekeke- this was purposely done as I loved that character and wanted to add someone similar. Enjoy - INYOTEF ;) *** Previously in DARK ANGEL: MIRROR CRACK'D... '...452, I need your help. Meet me in Chinatown; one hour, come alone!' 'Sam!?' Max responded softly... '...So whatta ya want?' '...A man! By the name of Soto Marc... His here, in Seattle,' Sam said looking at Max.' 'They took my family, again, found out about our new identities and grabbed my husband and his kid on the way to school. It was government agents from Interpol, their here in the country, tracking one of their own along with an arms dealer named Klaas.' 'Either I get them Soto Marc and their agent, back, or I never see my family again...' '...Soto. Marc. Is. Not. The. Name. Of. A. Man,' Sabastian said speaking with his voice synthesizer, 'The. Soto. Mark. Is. The. Modal. Upgrade. Of. The. Red. Series. Implants. Doctor. Hun-Yu. Soto. Reverse. Engineered. It. The. New. Implant. Connects. To. All. Major. Nerves. Thru. The. Brain. Stem. Injecting. Nanite. Receptors- 'So it stabilises the hyper-adrenal burst with motor functions,' Max said. 'The entire body is ampt up making the new Soto user the same as a Manticore transgenic,' Sam concluded. Superior. To. A. Transgenic. And. The. Bonding. Does. Not. Burn. Out. The. Body. Like. The. Red. Series. Before. It... '...Look,' Logan said, 'maybe we're better prepared to go after Agent Gleason instead. Who knows, he may have intel that can help us retrieve the Soto Mark...' ...They were standing in a warehouse that had recently been converted for the production of a new pornographic feature entitled "Hot 'S Harlots" by the multi-million dollar production company; "Kalm&Nasty" the owner of which they were here to see. According to Sabastian's source he was once a dirty Bosnian army sergeant who had repeatedly dealt with Klaas The man in question's name was Udrik Kalm... I'm waiting for twins who are suppose to do a threesome in scene five, but if I used two stunning girls like yourselves, the ratings would go threw the roof...' ...With this man fucking her roughly Max had to concentrate hard on servicing Sam, and so she turned her attention back to her, Sam's, pussy... ...Sam turned around and fingered her own pussy as she watched Max fuck the porn star roughly. She then sat up and pushed her tits into Max's back then forced her hand down the front of Max's body and rubbed her clit, pushing a finger into Max's sex. Sandwiched between Sam and Robbie, Max huffed, and writhed, and jerked, as she thrust her hips, his full length now sloshing in and out of her rear... '...Boston, Massachusetts,' Kalm said, 'Klaas owns a building there; and we are talking state of the art security baby. You want this Interpol agent, an' his in the States, then thas where he's bein kept...' ...Max looked up at the smoulderingly beautiful Polynesian looking girl who stood over them ready to attack again... '...X6,' Del said, standing down, 'X6-899...' 'You interrogated Udrik about Klaas!?' 'What's it to you?' Max fished. 'He hired me,' Del stated... ...Max looked at Sam, then back at Del, ready on the offensive... *** Boston, Massachusetts... ...The black sedan rode up the street slowly and parked alongside the pavement. Two men got out dressed in black suites and sun glasses, one of them opening the door for a young Japanese man who got out as well. He had spiky black hair, and wore a purple shirt under a casual leather jacket with a pair of white jeans and white shoes; he also wore purple tinted shades, and was carrying a small silver case that was cuffed to his right arm. Out of the passengers side of the sedan; a third person emerged- He was a black man that was tall and really buff; bald, and wearing a long leather coat, vest, trousers and army boots- all in black. The crew walked into a tall L.T.D. building and up to a woman sitting behind a desk. 'Mr. Soto, welcome to "Leading Technologies & Dynamics", Mr. Klaas is expecting you,' said the receptionist. 'Arigato,' Hun-Yu Soto, smiled bowing down, 'eh- thank you.' Ten minutes later they were on the top floor of the building and in a huge office looking at a stunning slender woman with captivating eyes and shoulder-length reddish-brown hair. She wore a business suite that comprised of a light grey jacket and matching mini skirt, with stockings and a pink, stripped blouse. She stood up and walked over to Soto looking at the four men in each corner of the room- And they all lowered their SMG's. 'Mr. Soto, on behalf of Klaas, I'd like to welcome you. I'm Vivian Shevchenko; think of me as Klaas' PA,' she said smiling and extending her hand. 'Please forgive me,' Soto grinned, 'I am very health conscious, no touching.' Vivian raised an eyebrow, but nodded in consent. She then walked back to the desk and opened up the Apple laptop facing it to Soto and switching it on. On screen was the frame of a man covered in shadow, sitting in an office chair; his identity hidden... When he spoke, his voice was muffled, 'I am a man that get's down to business Mr. Soto- As I understand it, you have the Soto Mark on auction to six of my competitors, you should know I am not a happy man.' 'And I can't set foot on Japanese soil as I face the death sentence for treason Mr. Klaas,' Soto replied, 'so you understand why this needs to be as lucrative as possible for me.' 'You are a scientific weapons developer, not a soldier,' Klaas said. Multiple SMG's cocking signalled the guards training their weapons on Soto's bodyguards. In rapid gunshots the two guards were lying in pools of their own blood; except for Soto, who was shielded by the hulking black man. The black man looked up, bullet holes in his back, blood dripping out the wounds, yet he showed no pain, in fact he didn't react to being shot multiple times at all... '...The Soto Mark is not in the case!' Vivian exclaimed, 'It's HIM, KILL HIM, RETRIEVE THE IMPLANT!' The man charged at the nearest guard and shoulder butted him, the impact sending him flying across the room and smashing into the wall breaking a number of bones in his body. The Soto Mark then gripped the second guard by the throat and snapped his neck with the flick of his wrist. He next turned and picked up the office chair and flung it, super-hard; Vivian ducking, the chair just missing her and hitting the man behind her sending him crashing threw the window, and setting off the buildings alarm. The Soto Mark turned and kicked a large filing cabinet, sending it hurtling into the last guard, the impact killing him instantly... The Soto Mark looked down at the cowering Vivian Shevchenko, then grabbed Soto and jumped out the window... He dropped down thirty stories, and crashed onto the ground splitting the asphalt...! 'Get in the car Soto,' he said in a deep voice. 'Yeah, good work D'Arc (say: dee' ark),' Soto said, climbing in the car... The Soto Mark: D'Arc, got into the drivers side of the sedan and sped off down the street... DARK ANGEL MIRROR CRACK'D '...That's it,' said Del, 'that's where you will find Muda Yobo (say: mah' dah yor' bor).' Max looked through the binoculars at the hotel, 'I see at least six armed guards,' she noted, handing it to Sam to take a peek. 'Yeah, and we still have to watch our back too,' she said looking at Del. They had reached a truce in the parking lot. Del had agreed to help Max and Sam locate the Soto Mark prototype, and the twin clones had reluctantly accepted; the alternative being a fight to the death. That was when Del agreed to help them rescue the captured Interpol agent, Sean Gleason, and told them about Muda Yobo. He was a Nigerian warlord that was in the country to meet with Klaas' middle 'woman', Vivian Shevchenko at L.T.D. for arms supplies. Del had told Sam and Max that using Yobo to get into the building, or at least as a decoy would be their best bet: So here they were in Boston with a little help from Logan to plan their next move... '...Our chances of taking the Soto Mark down are stronger if we take him together,' Del reasoned, 'by myself I get killed fast. So I'm not gonna stab you in the back.' 'But you're gonna help us infiltrate the hotel of one of your boss' clients,' Max smirked. 'My job is acquiring the Soto Mark,' Del said kneeling down and checking her M4, 'I do that by any means necessary. I don't give a shit about Nigerian warlords.' 'Standing here arguing's not getting us anywhere,' Sam said picking up a sniper riffle, 'and if she pulls anything, we kill her.' 'Look!' Max said, grabbing Sam's arm, 'going in there guns blazing ain't the smart play here...' 'I got ten years special training on you 452,' Sam snapped yanking her arm free, 'which- 'Which.. is exactly why we should come up with a strategy, instead'a going in guns blazing against hostile guerrilla forces!' Max interjected. 'She's right,' Del said agreeing with Max, 'we go in and make a ruckus and Yobo will escape. Probably flee the country and lessen our chances at getting the Soto Mark Technology...' 'We slip in, get him alone...' 'Infiltration,' Max affirmed, 'why the hell do I feel like I'm losing my dignity piece by piece...' * Max and Del stood across the street from the hotel a half hour later (after doing a quick break-in at a nearby clothing store). She wore a tight fitting read dress that clung to her curves and accentuated them while pushing up her breasts deepening her supple cleavage. Del was beside her wearing a similar navy-blue dress, looking equally breath taking... Fixing the earpiece in her ear and pulling her hair over it, Max looked up at the building across from the hotel- her pupil expanding so that her enhanced vision zoomed in on Sam positioned atop the roof with her sniper, 'ok sweetie, we're moving in. Stay frosty.' 'Rodger 452,' Sam confirmed, watching the pair through the riffle scope, slipping her nipped cigarette in her ear. 'Hey, just so we're clear, I left that designation at Manticore! The names Max.' 'Whatever,' Sam shot, dismissively. 'Hey,' cut the chatter ladies, we got an objective to complete; we get in and get close to Yobo using sex appeal,' Del said, covering their bases. Max cringed at the thought, and breathed out slowly, 'les just get this over with.' The two gorgeous X5's sauntered over the street to the classy hotel entering it. Since Boston wasn't directly effected by the Pulse, it faired a lot better than major American cities; even though it had a lot more poorer districts- Still, wealthy establishments were more plentiful here as it was now one of the richest post-Pulse cities... ...Max and Del meanwhile, both walked over to the front desk and gave the clerk a pearly white smile before Max spoke in a thick, ditsy call-girlish tone, 'Hi'ya cutey, we're, like, here to see Mr. Yobo. We were sent from the Satin Bordello to, like, well ya know.' The clerk cleared his throat not even attempting to hide the fact that he was checking them out, 'g, eh- give me a moment ladies...' He opened the book in front of him, 'Mr. Yobo's security team were very explicit about visitors, and you are not expected.' Del grinned, pushed out her chest, and tilted her head to the side curling her finger thru her hair, 'oh dear. You see we were paid for by Klaas for Mr. Yobo's entertainment, surely you could give him a call handsome; two grand a piece is a lot of cash, and we work by the hour,' she said sweetly. The mention of Klaas' name lit a fire under the clerk, reflected by the nervousness on his face. He quickly picked up the phone and dialled the room number... Noting it, Max turned her head and mumbled so that Sam could hear her, '...room 242.' Out on the rooftop Sam scanned the room calculating where Muda Yobo would be. On the tenth floor she caught him in her sights through a large window; he was speaking on the phone (likely to the clerk busy with Del and Max). He was a tall and quite broad black man; bald, and in his late fifties with freckles on his face and a greying goatee... '...Got him,' Sam said, 'I got you covered if things go pair-shaped...' Max turned back to the clerk as he finished on the phone, putting on a smile again. 'Ladies, Mr. Yobo has accepted your company, two of his security team are on their way down to escort you; pardon the pun.' She gave a fake giggle as if amused by the clerks lame attempt at humour... Within a few minutes, Max and Del found themselves in the luxurious suite of Muda Yobo, the Nigerian warlord. He stood before them wearing a maroon satin robe and holding a large stemmed glass of port... 'You are from Klaas, yes?' he chuckled, 'this is good; very generous.' Max had heard of this man- he was a monster; controlling the eastern region of Nigeria with tyranny! He murdered countless innocent men and raped their woman, then used their children as soldiers or put them to work mining for blood diamonds. For those who opposed him; Yobo would cut out their tongues and have them lead to his camp with chains that were hooked to their noses like the ancient Assyrians. He would then execute them and put their heads on pikes around the perimeter of the camp as a warning- He was a truly sadistic and evil man...! Max and Del were both using their peripheral vision to scope out the suite- Seeing seven men around them, all armed with 9mm handguns which were concealed under their coats. There were also only two exits: the fire escape out the window on their six; and the suites entrance. Yobo was at the bar pouring another glass of port for himself, 'the clerk at the front desk said you were expensive; I can see why. You both are very beautiful...' 'You won't fight me like the village bitches back home, yes,' he laughed out loud, his men joining in, making Max angry! 'Ho's and sluts! It is what you Americans talk. Tapping that ass; I like these phrases,' Yobo grinned, his eyes looking the two women up and down, 'so let us see what American ho's and sluts look like; take off your clothes.' Max gave a polite smile, casting her eyes down so as to appear submissive, 'shouldn't we go into the bedroom for some privacy.' 'My men and I share spoils. This is why they are loyal to me!' Yobo stated. 'As long as you know it costs extra, about three grand per customer, each,' Del warned. 'Do you think I am having problems with money,' Yobo said, raising his voice, his patience wearing thin, 'now strip!' Max was having a hard time staying in control; an eight-way gangbang was not on the cards- The hell she was going to fuck all these men- 'Go with it,' said the voice in her ear. 'we need him to get into L.T.D. After you're through encourage him to take you along,' Sam said over the Transgenic's earpieces, 'I'll follow and use the distraction to break in and secure Agent Gleason...' Was she out of her fucking mind, Max thought, she was not going to- Max's eyes shot open as Del slipped off her dress beside her; the thin material falling off her body and pooling at her ankles leaving her in the sexy cream lace intimate apparel she had also stolen. Del then undid her bra and let it slide off her arms, exposing her firm round tits and small, rigid nipples, before flicking off her panties and revealing her smooth shaven peach- And in Del stripping, Max knew that the situation had spiralled out of her control. Yobo's men looked at the exquisitely beautiful naked woman, inwardly groaning as they took in her curvaceous body... Yobo however was looking at Max and she knew he was growing irritated- He was the kind of man who only gave instructions once, and killed if they were not obeyed the first time! Seeing no way out- now that Del had so willingly complied- Max loosened her dress and let it fall off her, and unlike her X6 companion, she hadn't worn any underwear. Yobo himself coughed looking at Max salaciously- her angelic face, her toned body, her supple breasts, her tight little bald pussy- she was just delectable! He opened his satin robe, displaying his hard, smooth 8" cock, a huge grin on his face, his eyes locked on Max's. She looked at him knowing exactly what he wanted; it made her almost physically sick to her stomach, and she actually swallowed the bile rising in her throat. Nonetheless she walked over to him and dropped down to her knees looking up at his hard, dangling cock, reaching out and gripping it firmly with her dainty fingers making him twitch. She snuck out her tongue, wetting her thick lips then spat on his dick, using her hand to smear the saliva over his length... Using the flat of her tongue she licked the contour of his cock, tasting his manhood, then lapped the shiny knob tasting his pre-cum... Two of Yobo's men were stripped, and they moved to Del; one of them pulling her onto his lap as he sat on the large sofa. She straddled him, moaning as she felt him nudging his cock against her slick, ample cunt lips. Taking a breath she pushed down, swallowing his cock inside her fleshy sex. 'Heergh, hahh,' he grimaced feeling how her hot sex massaged his hard dick, taking hold of her firm tits and mashing them together as she kissed him passionately. For her it wasn't about the sex, it was about completing the objective by any means necessary! She circled her waist as she pressed down taking his cock further and further; her tongue pushing into his mouth and duelling with his as she deepened the kiss, moaning into his mouth! With him filling her out she barely got comfortably stretched open before she thrust up and down slowly starting to ride his cock effortlessly... Max was still busy with Yobo, now taking his cock in her mouth and lathering it with her spit, salivating over his length as she deep-throated him expertly. Bobbing her head back and forth she slurped up the spit as it trickled down her chin, her deep, brown eyes cast up at Yobo, watching him as he cringed in toe-curling pleasure. She jerked his cock steadily, relaxing her throat as she took more of his rod in her mouth resisting her gag reflex- even under the present conditions she had to admit to herself how much she enjoyed sucking cock! Yobo grabbed a tuft of her hair as she increased the intensity of the blowjob, now sucking on his balls as she jacked him off. He yanked his cock from her, pulled her up, and threw her over the bar counter roughly, the bottle of port falling on the floor and spilling over the expensive woollen carpeting. Max craned her neck watching as Yobo grabbed her ass cheek and squeezed it then gave it a sharp, hard, slap, leaving a fading pink-hued handprint. He then got behind her and took hold of his cock rubbing it over the length of her tight pussy before propping it against her entrance. 'Haarrgh!' he groaned as he pushed into her, gliding thru her brown lips and into her tight sex. Max mouth opened as she felt him slide into her pussy, feeling herself clamp down on him, resisting the intrusion. Yobo poised himself, feeling how tight she was then pushed in again, her body gave in and he penetrated the spongy, warm depths of her moist womanhood, his entire body tingling with elation. Filling her halfway, Yobo grabbed her slender waist and steadied himself then started moving his cock in and out of her sweet sex, thrusting in and out of her body; Max taking a sharp breath with each contrasting motion... Dark Angel: Mirror Crack'd Ch. 02 Back on the sofa Del was moaning like a sex starved whore as she went buck-wild bouncing on one guards cock while another stood there while she sucked him off! Her fat pussy gliding over that huge cock and smearing her secretions all over it, while she simultaneously bobbed her head over another dick as best she could. She was already sweaty as she thrust up and down, her body hot and yearning. She gulped as she sucked off the guard whose cock she was busy with as he tried to buck his hips and fuck her mouth. A third Nigerian walked up to Del having stripped his clothing, watching as she bent forward and her pussy slid up and down his colleagues cock, his eyes roving over her plump bottom and tight little sphincter. He got into position and Del froze as she felt him press his cock head to her asshole. She looked back and tried to relax, awaiting the penetration into her forbidden hole... 'Oh God!' she yelled, her face cringing as he plopped into her hole, her anal muscles clamping around his knob. He groaned and forced his way further, sliding up her rectum. Del tried to gain control as she was filled with cock in both holes; she started awkwardly moving, trying to take the huge rods rammed in her pussy and ass, getting a slow rhythm going... 'Fckit, ohh.. Haah ahh!' Max was whining bent over the bar, her tit rubbing in the spilt port on the counter. Yobo was behind her, his weight over her as he humped her tight little pussy. It bulged between her clamped thighs, as the squishy sounds of his cock sliding in and out of her filled her ears. Yobo slid half his length in and out her soft, sticky sex then drilled in deep, slapping against her thighs and holding there. He then kissed the back of her neck and admired her odd barcode tattoo, 'you are worth every cent,' he said into her ear before nibbling on it. Max took the opportunity to catch her breath, feeling the long smooth cock filling her throb gently. She was on her toes and moving her ass up and down slowly, flexing her wet cunt muscles, feeling Yobo shudder over her. He pulled his cock from her pussy, her juices dripping over her sweaty inner-thighs, the smell of sex strongly wafting in the air. Yobo spun her around and picked her up, putting her on the bar stool, bending her so that he lower back rested against the bar. He went down and sucked her wet tit, licking the port off it, then gently bit her stiff nipple. Max's head lolled back enjoying the way he worshiped her body, pressing his head to her chest, as his tongue lashed over her soft tit flesh. He rose over her and spread her legs wide then just dipped the head of his dick between her pussy lips, getting it slick with her juices before pulling out and putting it between her buttocks. Max's face crumpled, and she looked up at him as he got ready to fuck her ass. He smiled and pushed into her, and she gripped his arms as her sphincter released and accepted him. He scowled as his cock pushed into her asshole going in slowly, inch by inch. Halfway in he gave short thrusts, Max gritting as the uncomfortable pleasure shot through her body. Getting the gist, Yobo thrust back and forth, feeling this sluts deliciously hot ass clasp his cock. He reached down and pressed his thumb against her clit as he thrust in an inch deeper, stretching her sphincter further... Del was basking in the sensations of having two large penises filling her sex and butt, and another in her mouth while she used her free hand to masturbate a fourth man. The two fucking her revelled in the feeling as they did their best thrusting in and out of her, feeling her hot, sweaty body rub against them. The man fucking her pussy grew aware of the fact that he was building to his climax, and he groaned as his balls tightened. Del felt him throb urgently and pushed herself up letting go of the two men she had been blowing and jacking off. The man behind her pulled out of her ass so that she could get up and the man in her pussy barely got out of her before exploding thick ropes of cum over her stomach. After he was spent, the man whose cock Del had sucked pushed her onto the her back onto the sofa and she splayed her legs for him. She rubbed the sticky sperm into her belly as her pushed into her pussy and started fucking her eagerly, grinning like a fool. The guard she had masturbated came and pushed his cock to her lips and she opened her mouth sucking him off, her face contorted as the pleasure of being fucked coursed through her. She rode her legs up the man's waist as he thrust faster into her cunt, trying her best to meet his movement. His weight pressed his pelvis to hers, teasing her clit as it rubbed against it, and she wailed over the cock in her mouth as she came hard... Max was panting, sweat dripping down her chest, her eyes locked on Yobo's, gritting her teeth as he fucked her anally. Her butt clenched around his swollen member as she took all of it in her rectum, the pain long gone, replaced by rising pleasure. She gripped his robe, her legs risen up the sides of his body, his thumb still rubbing her clitoris increasing the ecstasy greater still. His cock pumped in and out of her reddened asshole rapidly making her squirm with delight. She threw her right leg over his shoulder and grabbed the sides of his body, using it as leverage to she could fuck him back, her breath rasping as she thrust her waist against him... 'Hahh, Ahh.. AWWWGH!' Yobo groaned, filling her ass with his load, ejaculating a large fill of sperm up her rectum, 'oh fuck baby.. Ohfuckohfuck fuck...' Max huffed feeling him lose control and quiver as he emptied his balls in her butt. Yobo pulled his limp dick out of her and lied down on the floor exhausted... Max hadn't even recovered when the three remaining guards were on her. Kneading her tits and rubbing her pussy, pushing fingers into her sopping hole. One pulled her and lay on the ground for her to straddle him as the other got behind her waiting impatiently. The man below her pulled her waist down and pushed his cock over her pussy, and she allowed him to penetrate her, taking him deep in her sopping cunt. Filled with his cock she got comfortable and lightly humped a portion of his cock slowly, working her waist in small circles. The guard behind her got into position and rubbed his cock over her asshole; and having been stretched by Yobo, Max found it a bit easier to accept the large black cock that pushed up her anus, and she relaxed her anal muscles letting him get in deep. Holding her breath and spreading her legs, she pushed down and felt the cock in her pussy slosh deep in her, then pulled her waist up and pushed back swallowing the cock in her ass. Following her lead the two black men started thrusting with her, giving her their dicks simultaneously. The feeling was indescribable and Max's eyes grew teary as she took the pair of dicks. Pleasure bubbled thru her body spurring her on. She gasped for air as she thrust into the men, her cunt dripping her juices over wet balls, her ass burning; but she fucked thru it, it felt amazing, it- 'Ah, Huhh,' she squirmed, shuddering violently as she came. The euphoria flooded her system and poured out of her, blurring her vision, her eyes driving to the back of her skull. The men took over and thrust in and out of her butt and cunt increasing the feeling for her- heightening and prolonging her orgasm...! Del was moaning as the man on top of her thrust his waist up and down, her flow making his pelvis wet, as he pumped in and out of her hot clam. Her tits crushed against his chest, her one hand around his neck, the other pumping the other man's cock as she ran her lips over it, sucking it enthusiastically. She could hardly breath with all the sexual attention given to her, her entire body overwhelmed by all the sensations. She came again, her cunt tightening around the cock that was squishing as it slid in and out of it. The man groaned and came with her, jerking as he shot his load in her. She snapped her eyes shut, breathing heavily as she felt him burst in her womb, her body shuddering in rapture... Max grimaced as both men started pumping faster, their massive cocks driving into her aching orifices as they came together, exploding inside her. She squeaked as she was filled with sperm, her pussy and anus clamping down, feeling the men twitch as they relieved themselves. She felt sore as the men pulled out of her and looked over lazily at the last guy, wondering is she could muster the strength to fuck him, knowing he wanted his turn... Across the room, Del was in the same position; exhausted and also facing the last of the men she was fucking... Max got up on her knees in front of the muscular black man; tilting a head to the side, and teasingly licking his cock without using her hands. The 7" member slid over her tongue and lips; the man groaning as he watched her work, looking into those seductive eyes of hers... Del took a different approach getting to her feet, and jumping onto her man, wrapping her arms and legs around him. She reached down and gripped his dick and placed it at her gaping pussy entrance, then pushed it inside herself. She put her cheek to his and started bouncing up and down with him trying to hold her lithe body. She humped his cock roughly, slapping her pussy up and down his length faster and faster... Max was done teasingly licking the guards cock so as to gain some strength. She stood up, and acrobatically steadied one foot on the ground then put her other leg over his shoulder getting her legs into a splits of sorts. Positioned like that she reached down and spread her pussy lips carefully for him as he eased into her nice and deep. He reached up and held the ankle of the foot over his shoulder with one hand, and grabbed her left buttock with the other and started thrusting, looking down and watching as his cock slid in and out of her spread, soft pussy. He sped up, working faster, fucking her agile body with determination, enjoying the feel of her clamping pussy. Max watched herself take his cock, letting go of her cunt and gripping him around his neck with both hands and putting her forehead to his, pressing her body against him, stretching her splits further. 'Ohh.. OohFuck!' she simpered with him doing her, taking his large cock deeper... Del was again drenched in sweat as she worked the other guards cock, her loins burning as she thrust in his arms. His dick felt so- 'Sht, huhh,' she grimaced as he lost it and came the third time. She shook in pleasure as her pussy milked his strong ejaculation, panting as she felt some of the messy cum seep out of her sopping sex... Ohgodohgod.. Ohmigod!' Max whimpered feeling the final man work her sex, giving it to her as best he could, his hard dick wet and sloshing as it drove deep inside her sopping pussy. She came again, almost losing her awkward footing. Spurts of all-consuming, mind numbing pleasure making her stomach knot and her body quiver- her secretions messing over his balls as her cunt clamped down on his dick. She shut her eyes as he joined her in the throes of orgasm, shooting his cum deep in her womb. His cock slipped out of her pussy when he jerked and the last spurt of his sperm spilt on her inner-thigh... Having recovered somewhat, Muda Yobo sat up, 'I will be sure to thank Klaas for your services; now get dressed and get out!' Max was still slightly out of breath when she tried to speak, 'We were- rather our boss was hoping you would take us to L.T.D. to enlarge our client base,' she said. Yobo looked at her, and again she lowered her eyes feigning submission... 'Sure. Why not, maybe you can give me a blowjob in the limo.' Max gave a fake smile, then turned to pick up her dress, 'Sam, we're in, move into position; ten minute window.' 'Rodger that,' Sam said, picking up the sniper and moving off. She hauled ass and sprinted down the buildings staircase utilising her Transgenic speed, then shot over the road and into the hotels parking lot. She ducked down behind a BMW on seeing two more of Yobo's guards watching his SUV, pulling out a silenced pistol just in case... Ten minutes later Yobo, his seven men entourage, as well as Max and Del came out of the door leading from the elevator. Yobo, the Transgenics and one of the guards got into his car, while the others got into the two security SUV's. Sam watched the cars pulled off, timed herself; then rolled underneath the last car and clung on... * As the group walked into the L.T.D. building, Max became very weary of the mission as she looked around. She spotted dozens of thermal cameras, motion detectors, roof inserted retinal scanners that read peoples pupils every couple of seconds, as well as at least thirty armed guards here on the ground level- all of them ex-military. Their only hope was that security lessened the further they went up... Sam should have positioned herself on the roof of the adjacent building by now, planning her aerial infiltration from the roof where there was a huge cooling fan about fifteen metres in diameter. She only had a twenty second window when the giant fan would stop to filter out used air, before the air conditioners would reset. Then it was an eight story drop straight down into the main duct above the fifth research division lab. Max and Del were here to make sure the whole break in was blamed on Muda Yobo... The party stopped in front of the metal detectors and the guard looked up at them, 'welcome to Leading Technology & Dynamics Mr. Yobo. I'm afraid there are no civilians allowed beyond this point.' 'Klaas sent the girls to me, and I'm returning the favour,' Yobo said. 'Be that as it may sir, the retinal scanner will not read them as they are not in the system. Were they to pass beyond this checkpoint, bullet-proof glass dividers would seal you to a section of the building and poisonous gas would kill you in a matter of seconds...' 'Mr. Klaas is a very cautious individual, and security has been beefed up after an incident we had. In fact, your bodyguards will have to stay here as well.' 'The fuck they w- Yobo said raising his voice. 'I'm afraid,' the guard interjected calmly, 'its none negotiable sir. Either comply, or get your V-8 gas missiles from someone else. And we both know no other black market supplier is able to get it.' Yobo looked annoyed, but turned to his men anyway, 'wait for me, and get rid of the whores.' With that he handed over his gun and cell phone and passed through the checkpoint alone... Max and Del followed the guards out... 'What now?' she asked Del in an undertone, 'you know these men plan to kill us.' 'We deal with them, and move ahead as planned,' Del whispered back. Max eyed her in disbelief, 'we- 'We're dead on comms, so we can't abort, X5-453 moves in five minutes. I can get through security. I'm on the system.' 'What do I do?' Max asked. 'You get us an escape route. There'll be a lot of guards on us after we get to Gleason,' Del said. * Sam picked the lock of the door leading to the roof of the building opposite L.T.D. then slipped through and moved into position. She checked her watch and found she had two minutes to move. She dropped the bag slung over her shoulder and opened it; then pulled out the silenced pistol and holstered it. She then pulled out the support harness, quick draws and cams. Sam clipped the nylon rope to the roof, securing it then went and stood on the buildings ledge looking down at the thirty story drop, then at the building across the street- L.T.D. She looked at her watch again... Thirty seconds till the fan shut down giving her the twenty second window. She took a deep breath and focused... Sam fell forward, air rushing in her ears as she dropped into a free fall down the length of the building, the coiling nylon making a zipping sound as the line attached to her slid rapidly off the roof. The line tightened and Sam swung over the street to adjacent building rising into the air. She kept her eyes focused when zipping up over the roof of L.T.D. and quickly unclipped the rope then flew into a somersault and diving perfectly down toward the slowing fan blades. She pulled out her gun, took aim and shot the one patrolling guard in the throat, then dropped between the blades with a flawless serenity and plunged into the duct just before the fan started up again. She flipped and landed gracefully on her hands and knees, looking up at the whirring fan that was once again spinning fast at full rotation... '...I'm in,' Sam said over her earpiece. '...Rodger,' Del confirmed looking down at the seven incapacitated Nigerian guards. Max looked at the watch on one of the men's arms, 'we got ten minutes. Get moving, I'll get the SUV to the back of the building.' 'Right,' Del confirmed. 'Good luck,' Max wished her, with a wink of her eye. 'Luck has nothing to do with it, Del replied seriously, 'planning and execution makes for optimum mission success.' 'Wow, how.. Militant of you,' Max smirked, shaking her head in disbelief; Del reminded her of Zack, 'Manticore would be so proud...' Del ignored the cocky remark and moved, running back toward the elevator into the building and Max turned to the SUV, keys in hand (that she had obtained from the downed Nigerian). She got in the car, started it up, and put it in gear so that she could reverse out of the parking area... ...Sam pulled the grate of the air duct open and acrobatically flipped out and dropped into the hallway silently, pulling out her silenced pistol and checking the area for guards. She kept low and moved along the wall to the location where Gleason was being held, finding two guards there, and a thermal camera pointing at the door... 'Ok ladies,' she said pulling the black woollen ski-mask over her face, 'in, two, one, and; I'm a go...' She moved quickly at a blurring pace; firing a shot and blocking the guns chamber so that the shell casing flicking out didn't make a sound. The bullet shot threw the side of the guards forehead then splattered out the other side, spraying his brains over the wall. Before the other guard knew what was happening, she moved in, put her hands around his head and broke his neck. Sam shot out the camera then kicked in the door to find a man sitting in a chair, his hands and bare feet cuffed- he had thick black hair that hung nearly to his shoulders, and a handsome face with a mustache, beard, and thick eyebrows. He wore a tight fitting black T-shirt and a pair of tan chinos. The man looked up at Sam, his face bloody and bruised... 'Who the Feck are you then?' he asked in a strong Irish accent. '...Sean Gleason. I'm here to rescue you...' ...Max, meantime, was still in the car, about to pull off when suddenly the door was ripped off and a huge gloved hand gripped her by her shoulder and she was flung out the drivers seat. She flew across the parking lot and crashed into the side of a car; the window shattering and the door denting...! Groggily, Max lifted herself up cringing in pain. She looked up at the muscular, hulking black man... '...Ok Max,' she said aloud, trying to reassure herself, 'don't bug out...' *** Cast Max (X5-452): Jessica Alba Guests Sam (X5-453): Jessica Alba D'Arc (The Soto Mark): Michael Clark Duncan Del (X6-899): Moon Bloodgood Hun-Yu Soto: James Kyson Lee Vivian Shevchenko: Stana Katic Muda Yobo: Robert Wisdom Sean Gleason Colin Ferrell Next in DARK ANGEL: MIRROR CRACK'D... '...I'm the soldier for tomorrows war baby.' He turned around and Max looked at the thick veins that ran from the point where the implant had been inserted up the back of his head, and down his neck... ...She put her barefoot down and sped off to the point where she was supposed to meet Del and Sam; and on cue they came crashing threw the fifth story window. They hightailed it to the green Ford; men firing M4 riffles out at them thru the window; alarm sirens blaring in the background... Sean Gleason sat up in the back, 'Sain's b' praised fer you lass. Ta all o' ya fer bailin' me out like tha'; but we bes' b' get'n outta Boston feckin' fas' coz Klaas ainay gonna b' at all ta pleased...! Dark Angel: Mirror Crack'd Ch. 02 '...There's another way to get your family back,' Del said, forthrightly. Sam looked at her in response... 'Klaas is well connected. You could speak to Vivian Shevchenko... 'Max doesn't have to know...' ...Max stared him down but he didn't flinch.. She took a seat still looking Sean in the eye, ya thinking' if I would release her family before Klaas makes a move, she won't have ta sell her soul,' Gleason finished... 'Just one problem there lass, wus innit for me then?' ...Max grit her teeth, her nails scraping over the red material of the sofa; she pushed her foot down on the laminated floor, spreading her toes for better support; but she refused to give this asshole the satisfaction of hearing her moan; of admitting to him that she was enjoying the sex... '...T-734,' Vivian said... Klaas spoke, 'the virus has been accelerated to work a hundred times faster, a nice way of taking the Soto Mark down...' DARK ANGEL MIRROR CRACK'D CHAPTER 3 By INYOTEF© COMING SOON Dark Angel: Mirror Crack'd Ch. 03 Authors note: I think I got a bit adventurous with this Dark Angel story as you would have noted by my having Max travel to Boston for her current mission. Many of you comment on the fact that you love that I stick to the 'feel' of the TV series, and I don't want to stray from that too much. So while I'm changing the story somewhat to accommodate more sordid sex scenes, I want it to still "be" Dark Angel; so I'd appreciate you hitting me back to let me know that it still has the essence of the world its set in, please. As I said before I am a fan myself and love the show this erotica is based on, so I want to stick to that premise - INYOTEF ;) *** Previously in DARK ANGEL: MIRROR CRACK'D... ...The black man looked up, bullet holes in his back, blood dripping out the wounds, yet he showed no pain, in fact he didn't react to being shot multiple times at all... '...The Soto Mark is not in the case!' Vivian exclaimed, 'It's HIM, KILL HIM, RETRIEVE THE IMPLANT...!' ...The Soto Mark looked down at the cowering Vivian Shevchenko, then grabbed Soto and jumped out the window... He dropped down thirty stories, and crashed onto the ground splitting the asphalt...! '...That's it,' said Del, 'that's where you will find Muda Yobo...' 'We slip in, get him alone...' ...Within a few minutes, Max and Del found themselves in the luxurious suite of Muda Yobo, 'You are from Klaas, yes?' he chuckled, 'this is good; very generous...' ...Max was having a hard time staying in control; an eight-way gangbang was not on the cards... ...Del was moaning like a sex starved whore as she went buck-wild bouncing on one guards cock while another stood there while she sucked him off...! ...Max's face crumpled, and she looked up at Yobo as he got ready to fuck her ass... ...As the group walked into the L.T.D. building, Max became very weary of the mission as she looked around. She spotted dozens of thermal cameras, motion detectors, roof inserted retinal scanners that read peoples pupils every couple of seconds, as well as at least thirty armed guards here on the ground level- all of them ex-military... ...Sam fell forward, air rushing in her ears as she dropped into a free fall down the building, the coiling nylon making a zipping sound as the line attached to her slid rapidly off the roof. The line tightened and Sam swung over the street to adjacent building rising into the air. She pulled out her gun, took aim and shot the one patrolling guard in the throat then dropped between the blades and fell into the duct just before the fan started up again... ...Sam shot out the camera then kicked in the door to find a man sitting in a chair- 'Who the Feck are you then?' he asked in a strong Irish accent. 'Sean Gleason. I'm here to rescue you...' ...The door was ripped off and a huge gloved hand gripped Max by her shoulder and she was flung out the drivers seat. Groggily Max lifted herself up cringing in pain. She looked up at the muscular, hulking black man...! *** '...Ok Max, don't bug out,' Max said to herself... 'Am I imposing?' the huge black guy asked in a deep voice, 'I'm going for imposing.' Max shot herself up and lunged a kick into D'Arc's chest, and was shocked when he didn't even flinch. He grabbed her by her leg and side of her body, raised her over his head as if she were a pillow, and threw her onto another car. She bounced off the roof and tumbled onto the ground, spitting up blood. She got up, the dress she wore was torn, exposing parts of her naked flesh. 'You're the Soto Mark,' she said, wiping blood from her mouth and ignoring the stinging scrapes on her back, 'I thought you'd be taller.' 'Names D'Arc,' he said, raising an eyebrow as he gave Max a once over, 'Ya know, you are really hot for a Transgenic, thought you all were mutant freaks.' 'Yeah, I won the Manticore beauty pageant,' Max snapped sarcastically, 'what's your deal?' 'Me,' D'Arc smiled, 'I'm the soldier for tomorrows war baby.. A pure, unadulterated, juggernaut of adrenalin-fuelled behemoth!' He turned around and Max looked at the abnormally thick, pulsing veins that ran from the point where the implant had been inserted; veins that ran up half the back of his head, and down his neck. He faced Max again, 'give it up sweetheart, you're outta ya league here.' 'Go fuck yerself!' Max yelled charging him. D'Arc grabbed the front bumper of the car next to him and grit his teeth as he used his super-strength to fling it at Max... Her eyes widened as the as the car rolled and tumbled at her; she leapt off the ground, spun her lithe body and flipped horizontally over the car, then turned on landing watching as it crashed into two vans behind her... D'Arc was stronger- but she was faster; he was right though, this wasn't a fight she'd walk away from. She dodged his punch, sliding between his legs- his bare fist breaking the cemented ground- then she dived over the parapet of the third story parking level, landing in a roll on the grass below. Her body had scrapes and bruises all over it and her dress barely clung to her... She ran in front of the car coming down the street and it screeched to a stop in front of her! The man inside gawked at the girl in the torn dress, looking at her exposed left breast. Max moved to the drivers seat, smashed the window with her first, and yanked the poor soul through it, tossing him into the street... She climbed in the car and looked at the dude as he struggled to get up, 'sorry buddy, but this is life and death shit.' She put her barefoot down and sped off to the point where she was supposed to meet Del and Sam; and on cue they came crashing threw the fifth story window. They hightailed it to the green Ford; men firing M4 riffles out at them thru the window; alarm sirens blaring in the background... 'Gun it 452!' Sam yelled as she shoved Gleason in the back as Del got in the passengers seat. Max put her foot on the gas and the tires screeched as she spun the car around and sped down the street the Ford veering left and right as she turned the wheel trying to maintain control as bullets ricocheted off the roof and boot...! 'What the hell happened to you?' Del asked looking at Max's injuries. 'Later!' Max said as she drove toward the freeway. Sean Gleason sat up in the back, 'Sain's b' praised fer you lass. Ta all o' ya fer bailin' me out like tha'; but we bes' b' get'n outta Boston feckin' fas' coz Klaas ainay gonna b' at all ta pleased...! * In Seattle the group of misfits had gone to Sandaman's old house to lie low... 'You're lucky to have gotten out of there alive Max,' Logan said watching as Sam nursed Max's wounds. Max flinched at the sting of the disinfectant, 'Reds have nothing on this D'Arc guy. His, like, Superman strong!' 'Superman?' Del questioned with a confused glower. 'You're kidding me, right? Logan shot. 'Manticore wasn't big on comic books, y'know,' Sam explained, lighting up another smoke. 'Now that we got Gleason we need to find out how to take D'Arc down and get that implant.' 'We can't hand it to the government,' Logan said, 'it has to be destroyed.' 'My family's at stake here...' 'Yeah, I understand that but- 'That's ENOUGH!' Max shouted, stopping the argument. 'Right now our dealio is getting that son uffa bitch floored. The three of us may not be enough.' 'Then how do- Del began. 'I don't know...' Max trailed off, her forehead wrinkling in a frown. - Del walked into the room Sam was in and sat on the bed next to her. They sat in silence for a moment as Sam took a drag from her cigarette and exhaled a puff of circular smoke... 'What?' she said, growing annoyed. 'There's another way to get your family back,' Del said, forthrightly. Sam looked at her in response... 'Klaas is well connected. You could speak to Vivian Shev- 'What's the catch?' Sam butted in, but willing to hear her out. Now Del looked at her, not even blinking, 'your family is released and in no danger of recapture... but you are the payment. You and- Max!' 'You've gotta be shittin' me!' 'Klaas was impressed with the break in at L.T.D. To be honest, I went along with it 'cause it served as an audition; one you both passed, and now he would love to have two Transgenics with your capabilities... his made the offer, it's up to you...' 'He arrives in Seattle in two hours. If you agree, you meet with Vivian in Freemont, Sector 5. And take Max with you,' Del finished with a smile. 'And...?' Sam questioned, sensing something was being left out. '...And; we carry on with our current objective in a more official capacity,' Del explained, 'but this time we do it for a $100 000 split. That's over 32 grand in your pocket, enough to set your family up in a new city with new identities.' 'Taking down D'Arc...' Sam said, then stared at the cockroach crawling along the dead wood of the apartment Joshua use to live in, thinking carefully... 'Max would never go for it. It would be like being back at Manticore all over again...' 'Max doesn't have to know...' DARK ANGEL MIRROR CRACK'D Sam cocked her short-shotgun as she walked onto the abandoned airfield in Freemont, Sector 5; Max on her left, and Del standing with a M4 to her right. There was an icy chill in the air, and the light rain didn't help none either... The three woman looked up as a chopper came flying in from the south, and then thy heard two black vans ride in from behind them. Max didn't like this one bit, she didn't trust Del (who had set up this meet with Klaas' people), but Sam said she was willing to try a new approach at saving her family; so wanting to help a Transgenic in need, Max was O for two, and standing in the freezing rain surrounded by bad guys in the dead of night. Her damp hair was caught up in the rushing wind caused by the chopper as it landed... Vivian Shevchenko stepped out and one of the ex-military guards from the van came and put an umbrella over her, and then followed her as she walked to the trio. 'Ladies, on behalf of Klaas- she started. 'Save it!' Max said rudely, 'les hear your agenda before I freeze my Transgenic butt off.' 'You must be X5-452,' Vivian smiled, 'I read the file on you. Arrogant, headstrong, and cocky.' 'I tried jovial, sweet an' maternal, but it didn't get me laid,' Max chimed, again playing with sarcasm. 'Cute,' Vivian said, putting on a more serious, yet slightly annoyed face; then looked at Sam... 'And that would make you the clone, 453?' she added, differentiating the two by Sam's curlier hair. 'You can do this? Klaas, can retrieve my family from these Interpol agents?' Sam asked bluntly, cutting to the chase. Vivian snapped her fingers and the man to her left handed her a folder, which she handed to Sam- who looked it over, frowning... 'His Sean Gleason, but his no Interpol agent, sweetheart,' Vivian said with a smirk, 'his Klaas' main competitor; a gun runner out of Dublin, Ireland...' 'It's his men who took your husband and his son, and then coerced you into a rescue mission...' Max looked over Sam's shoulder at the photo and write-up of Gleason, speed reading the contents... 'So if you caught him, why not just kill him?' 'Klaas was extracting information,' Vivian responded. 'Torture...' Sam said looking up from the folder, mockingly. 'Call it what you will,' Vivian shrugged, 'by the way where is he now?' 'Like we're telling you that!' Max snapped. 'He'll kill your family, 453, make no mistake about that... but you do business with us and secure the Soto Mark, and Klaas gives his word that he'll have his team move in and rescue them.' Sam raised a suspicious eyebrow, 'move In!?' Vivian smiled, 'I'm at liberty to say their being held in Portland. Klaas has a team of five ex-US navy seals watching them right now.' 'We take down D'Arc, and you give the green light?' Sam ventured. 'As easy as that... Secure the Soto Mark and become Klaas' personal next-gen twin duo, and your family has no worries...' 'What!?' Max asked, looking Vivian in the eye. 'Klaas would love both of you in his employ, but you're known to be.. troublesome 452,' Vivian said staring right back at her, 'so I'll make this easy...' 'Take the offer, or die right here.' Max temporarily froze as both Sam and Del's weapons cocked on either side of her- training kicked in and she reacted at lightning speed: She gripped the nose of the M4 and the shotgun then flipped back, catching Vivian under her jaw and taking her off her feet; then on landing on her knee, twisted her waist and struck Del and Sam in the face with their own weapon handles... She next twirled the shotgun around and shot the guard with the umbrella in his chest, the close-quarters impact sending him flying back; his blood spraying in Max's face. She then split her lithe body in a roundhouse kick, fingers touching the ground as her foot caught the man with the file in the side of his face with a sickening crunch; papers flying into the air... Before any one could recover Max moved, running as fast as she could for the chopper; its blades still whirring. Del sat up and grabbed her M4 and started firing, trying to take the blindingly fast moving Transgenic down, but struggled to get a clear shot. Max jumped in the chopper and shoved the shotgun to the back of the pilots head... 'Get us airborne, NOW!' The chopper rose into the sky and soon disappeared from view... Vivian was pulled up by Del, and she got to her feet, cringing at the sharp pang in her jaw, 'let's get out of here...' 'What's the next move?' Del asked. 'We go after the Soto Mark.' Sam looked at her, 'two Transgenics won't be enough.' 'Let's not forget your family's lives is still at stake here,' Vivian pointed out, filled with anger, 'I'm sure you'll think of something...' 'For now, we meet with Klaas, he has something that can help.' 'Meet.. Klaas,' Sam repeated, shocked... * The van drove into the Financial District where it pulled alongside the pavement... Vivian Shevchenko, Del, and Sam got out and then climbed into the black limo across the street. Sam looked curiously at the Caucasian man that sat opposite them, sipping a glass of champagne- he wore an expensive looking black, pinstriped suit, with a powder-blue shirt and gold tie with black and blue squares on it. His face was clean shaven and his hair was short and blonde. Vivian moved to sit beside him, squeezing his thigh and pecking him on his lips, then sitting back and crossing her slender, yet sculpted legs. 'X5-452,' the gentleman said, I, am Klaas!' '453,' Vivian corrected, squeezing his thigh again. 'Ah, 453, I stand corrected,' Klaas grinned, 'time is money, it's clichéd I know, but for me every second I spend with you costs about a quarter of a million... So if you would open the compartment in the panel next to you please?' Sam couldn't help noticing that while he spoke Vivian was unzipping his trouser... she looked over at Del to find her also staring, then looked back to find Vivian slipping out his smooth, curved cock. Vivian started stroking the limp member gently, and it slowly started swelling in her hand... 'The panel,' Klaas repeated, sipping his bubbly as if him getting a public masturbation weren't taboo. Sam snapped out of it, and opened the panel to find a vile lying in some dry ice. She took it out and looked at the swirling greyish liquid inside in bemusement. 'T-734,' Vivian said, still stroking Klaas' cock leisurely... 'Accelerated Progeria in a tube...' Sam was aware of the rear genetic disease that caused rapid ageing... '...Developed under the late Madame X, and created from the genetic code of X5-734, who was the first Transgenic to be diagnosed with it, and, after whom it was named,' Vivian finished, then opened her mouth and sucked on Klaas' erect cock, bobbing her head over it. Klaas grit his teeth as he spoke, 'the virus has been accelerated to- ahh.. To work a hundred times faster, a nice way to take the Soto Mark down.' Vivian slurped Klaas' dick out her mouth, then lifted her ass and slid her mini skirt down, then she quickly straddled him, pulling her thong out of her cute, dainty, round ass, and uncovering her neatly shaved pussy. She grasped his cock and pushed it against her puffed, pink cunt lips then dropped her waist, taking him in in one slow thrust, his dick pushing deep into her. She then opened her blouse and revealed a pair of modest round, perky tits with rigid little nipples that stood on end, encircled by areolas that were a slightly darker shade than her pale skin. Klaas groaned as she slowly started riding his cock, then looked over her shoulder at the two Transgenics, 'could we get some privacy, please.' Sam stared, gob smacked for a moment, watching as Vivian hugged Klaas, pushing her tush out and thrusting her slender hips up and down rapidly, her oily pussy sliding up and down his hard cock rapid. Her groans and moans quickly growing as he started meeting her halfway... ...then, she quickly got out of the limo... * On the other side of Seattle; in Terminal City, Max walked into the hideout where all the Transhumans hung out; this being where they had decided to stash Sean Gleason... She walked up to Luke, a bald Transhuman with a distorted face; he was busy going thru an old PC casing, striping the motherboard... '...Eh, the ram is scrap, but this hard drive should be usable, or at least have salvageable data. And I think we could use the IDE cables on that old Apple Mac...' 'Apple Mac's don't use IDE cables,' said Mole- who was a reptilian Transhuman, with a cigar in his mouth. 'Hey,' Max interrupted, getting their attention. 'Oh, hi Max, what can I do you for?' Luke asked, giving as much of a smile as he could with his bizarre face, making it appear more like he was snarling. 'Where is he?' Max asked, leaning over the rusted, makeshift work table. 'We put him at the back, locked him in the storage room, don't worry, we made it comfy...' - ...Max walked down a dank passageway and unlocked the metal bolt then entered the storage room where Gleason was held, locking the door again behind her... 'Ya know, my kin ainay gonna be that pleased with ya locking me in this toxic dump,' he said sitting on a tattered red sofa and looking up at Max. 'The gig's up buddy, we know you ain't Interpol. Klaas' little "errand girl" knocked on ya, gave up that you and your peeps are the competition.' Gleason put his hands behind his head and relaxed, 'it don matter much lass... ya see I still go' tha' X5's family don't I. and- 'And she went over to the other side. She's working for Klaas now,' Max butted in, hip cocked out with her hands on them, 'Klaas made an offer to get her family back and keep them safe if she switched sides. And we both know he can deliver.' 'O but I'm guessin' ya din'a find that too sweet a deal now boy'o,' Gleason smiled, his assured behaviour getting on Max's nerves... 'I know Klaas, an' he would'a wan'td the both o you...' 'So the real question is; why com ta me?' Max stared him down but he didn't flinch.. She took a seat still looking Sean in the eye, 'fine, you win... The deal was for both of us and I ain't working for a merchant of death...' 'Sam is desperate and she'll go to any lengths to free her family- even selling her life away to that monster...' '...An' ya thinking' if I would release her family before Klaas makes a move, she won't have ta sell her soul,' Gleason finished... 'Just one problem there lass, wus innit for me then?' Max sat forward, face-to-face with him, 'Klaas is already the top gun runner in the world, now he has a X5 and a X6, and his after the Soto Mark... where does that leave you...? * Dark Angel: Mirror Crack'd Ch. 03 ...Sam sat perched on the roof of an old burnt out retail factory in Sector 9, looking down into the overpopulated street. She used her enhanced vision, zooming in and checking the faces of the crowds- searching... Then, she saw him scurry thru the masses towards the warehouse across the street: Hun-Yu Soto.. with D'Arc following him like a shadow. She pulled the vile of T-734 out of her inner-coat pocket, examining it, thinking morbidly. This is what it had come to; working for the enemy to save her family- it was the opposite of what Manticore had taught: Sacrifice the few to save the many- it was the damn direct opposite! She got to her feet and moved, sprinting to the edge, and jumping the gap to the adjacent building, then dropping down five stories into the alley before running across the street and slipping into the warehouse. She kept low as she moved silently in the dark, her back to the wall, and her super-human senses on high alert. Klaas had informed her that the Soto Mark would be here; that Hun-Yu Soto was meeting with an Arab arms dealer who was interested in the implant... '...Might match your price Mr. Imran,' she heard Soto saying. She peeked out of cover and saw Soto, D'Arc and the Arab gentleman with three guards standing in the middle of the warehouse. She took a breath, then stepped into the dim light of the room to be seen... The Arab looked past Soto suspiciously, staring at the slender, attractive girl. Soto and D'Arc turned to see what he was looking at, then D'Arc bent down to whisper in Soto's ear. Sam heard the whisper clearly with her enhanced abilities, 'no, I'm not,' she responded... Soto looked at her, confusion reflected on his face... '...I'm not the X5 he fought in Boston, that's who he said I was, right?' 'Right,' D'Arc smiled, though being a smartass, not answering her. 'I'm her clone. X5-453; that's my designation. ..Sam,' Sam said. 'Mr. Soto, what is the meaning of this?' the Arab gun runner, Imran, asked. 'I'm here to make a deal,' Sam said to Soto, ignoring him, 'you'll want to hear it.' Soto stared at the stunning X5 before him a little unnerved by her daring... 'Mr. Imran, our business is concluded, I believe. You will add your bid to the email address provided, if it is high enough, I will pass along the address of the meeting arrangements,' he said without turning... - '...Thas quite an' argument, lass,' Gleason smirked sitting back, 'still you gonna have ta persuade me ta give up my only leverage,' he smiled, he had put the emphases on "persuade". Max looked at him incredulously, she knew exactly what he wanted from her- yet another prick who was trying to get in her pants! But was he really going to dangle his entire profession as the worlds second biggest arms dealer just to get a chance to fuck her!? Gleason sat forward again, 'if you're really good lass, all it takes is call...' She glared at Gleason, as if willing him to drop dead. She wanted to lash out; to hit him; hit him and just keep hitting till his head was nothing more than a messy, bloody. pulp in the sofa... but she held her rage at bay, she had to... Sam had once blamed her for the tests she'd gone through after her, Max, and the eleven other Transgenics had escaped Manticore; their clones had been tortured and battered by psych-evaluations. She couldn't live with herself if Sam was forced to work for Klaas as his own personal super-assassin... - ...Sam walked up to the two men as Imran left the warehouse cursing under his breath... 'So, what is this deal?' Soto asked her, following her every movement with his eyes. 'You fucked up negotiations with Klaas,' Sam said leaning against the wall with one foot placed back on it. She pushed her ample chest out, showing off her poking nipples, making full use of her sex appeal; then put a cigarette in her mouth and lit it, 'I'm hear to invite you back, and you know if you want the amount of zeros you're hoping to hear, you need Klaas as a client.' 'THAT MAN TRIED TO KILL ME AND STEAL MY IMPLANT!' Soto shouted, his voice echoing through the condemned warehouse. 'Ergh,' Sam shrugged, blowing out smoke, 'get over yourself. It's business...' 'You come into this line of work you gotta know how to handle yourself, roll with the punches.. 'Sides,' she said, looking at D'Arc, 'your prototype exceeded his expectations tenfold, so his giving him, a peace offering.' D'Arc looked up chuckling, bumping his fist in his palm, 'peace offering, huh?' 'Yeah,' Sam said seductively, '...me...' - ...Max cast her eyes down, excepting the givens and not wanting to look at Gleason; then she unzipped her black leather jacket and shrugged it off. Gleason licked his lips as he looked at the thin black vest that she wore underneath, the eerie cold dampness of the storing room making her nipples rigid so that they poked obscenely thru the material. He reached out and Max forced herself not to recoil as he lifted the hem of her vest and exposed her beautiful round tits. He cupped one of them and kneaded the soft, warm skin, then pinched her stiff brown nipple, watching her lower lip tremor... 'You are sooo feckin' lovely lass, I got to get in ya,' he whispered in her ear, smelling her long brown hair... Gleason quickly unbuttoned his chinos and let out his raging pale cock, stroking it, then looking up at Max, waiting on her impatiently. Max grimaced, but gave in: standing up and undoing her tight pants. She kicked off her boots and slid the skin tight leather down her thighs gripping her panties with them. Gleason looked at her hairless cunt and groaned loudly almost losing his mind. He slid down the sofa so that his ass just about hung off the seat, and Max stepped over him so that her legs were down the sides of his waist and her feet were on the cold floor. She gripped his cock at the base ignoring his twitching body then lowered her waist. His cock pressed against her dry hole, so she lifted herself up and pushed two fingers in her cunt and just ran them in and out, wriggling them slightly to loosen her pussy up, while at the same time stroking Gleason's cock... 'C'mon get on with it,' Gleason groaned, barely able to contain his desire to fuck her. Max shot him a disgusted look, then bent forward steadying herself by placing her hand on his stomach before putting his cock in position again. This time she held her breath and pushed her waist down; his cock slipping through her labia and easing into her tight pussy... 'Euh...' she grimaced again, feeling the warm male organ perforate her vagina, sliding up into her lush canal, biting her lip to suppress the sheer feeling- it made her recoil and doing so made her vaginal muscles clamp down on the erect penis, resisting the intrusion... 'Maarrry.. Mother O God,' Gleason cursed, gripping her hips so hard it formed little indentations. She was so goddamn tight, his foreskin pulling back as his cock pushed up into her warm, aesthetic slit. Max pulled her waist up, feeling his hard penis pull slightly out of her moistening cunt, then jerked his cock with her hand as she pushed back down. His dick was slowly engulfed inside her sex, the secretions that were flowing more readily now smearing over his length making it easier to take it... Slowly she gave little thrusts, feeding him in and out of her pussy, taking him a little deeper every time, till she bottomed out, and he was snugly nestled deep inside her cunt... They both held still- allowing the feeling to grow in them. Max took a breath as he stretched her open and her vagina swell around his hard cock. She then slowly thrust her hips and rolled them into him, feeling that tingle flicker inside her. 'Sain's be priased.. Ahh feck...' Gleason grumbled feeling that warm, delicate pussy slide over his aching cock, it was pure heaven. He lifted his head and licked Max's hard nipple then sucked the soft flesh of her swaying tit. Max reached back and spread the cheek of her ass while she fucked him, pushing down a little harder to get more of his dick shoved inside her sex. He in turn reached down and pressed his fingers to her clitoris then rubbed it gently- Max snapping her eyes shut and gritting her teeth as a pleasurable spark shot thru her sensual body... Suddenly Sean halted her movements, and she looked at him, actually hating him more for stopping her. 'Get on ya knees an' suck 'at penis lass,' he ordered, giving her a little kiss on her forehead... - ...Sam took slow steps toward D'Arc; shrugging off her brown leather jacket, then unbuttoning her shirt, letting it fall open to reveal her jiggling round, firm tits. Then she unbuckled her belt and pulled off her jean and boots, standing before him in a pair of lace royal-blue panties and black socks. She walked out of her jean and stood in front of D'Arc who was looking lustfully down at her... 'This is a trick,' Soto spat, though not able to hide his own desires... Sam merely smiled and spoke to D'Arc as if he were in charge, 'you know you could snap me in half. And you know with Klaas biding on the implant you double your cut.' D'Arc smiled back, then reached out and clasped both her tits with his mitt-sized hands. Sam moaned, he was so powerful. She loosened his pants and it pooled at his ankles, his rock hard, thick, 9" cock springing up. She dropped to her knees and took hold of the massive black cock, stroking it and wondering if it was under the effects of the Soto Mark Implant. 'Why don't you wait in the car,' D'Arc said to Hun-Yu, groaning as Sam masturbated him slowly. Soto shot him an outraged look... 'Now!' D'Arc commanded. Terrified of his own creation, Soto turned and walked out of the warehouse, leaving the two to pleasure each other... Alone with Sam, D'Arc pulled her up, and lifted her as if she were an infant. He carried her and pinned her against a square stone pillar; one hand at her side, above her hip, then tore off her panty before gripping her under the joint of her left knee. Sam huffed and licked her fingers then rubbed them over her pussy lips, slipping two fingers in her hole. D'Arc rested his tip against her entrance and grinned, ready to fuck the shit out of this bitch; while she held his cock steady.. He pushed forward and penetrated her slick cunt, sliding into her warm, moist canal... 'Haaah, fffck!' Sam growled. He was so fucking thick and long, her pussy stretching to accommodate the gliding black beast. Two inches in felt like he had pushed all the way, and Sam gripped his large shoulders and rested her ass on the cold stone. She grit her teeth as he pushed further, his dick already nudging at her cervix. Feeling her pussy resist, D'Arc pressed his massive body to Sam's and started sliding in and out of her sweet pussy. He groaned as her velvety sex wet-nursed his cock as he pumped it in and out of her. 'Huhh, nnff- Ahh, yerrgh, naargh!' Sam whined as she took part of his cock, her vagina slowly stretching a bit further allowing him a bit more depth. Her chest turned a rosy red as a breathing increased to rapid panting, sweat already glistening off her caramel skin... He put her leg around his waist, and she latched onto him, rubbing her hands over his bald head as he fucked her harder. His body was dry, and he didn't show any exertion, but unlike the Red series, he was enjoying the exhilarating feeling of taking her (see Dark Angel: Heat Wave chapter 4). Her legs spread open as he started driving into her harder, his cock shoving halfway into her sopping cunt... 'Hahh.. AAHH!' Sam yelled out feeling that large dick pump so deliciously into her hot pussy... - ...Max didn't respond; she just sat up- face crumpling at the feeling of his dick slipping out of her pussy- and got between his legs. She spread her fingers and ran them up his thighs down to his dick, feeling his long, prickly pubic hairs under her palms. Then she used one hand to massage his balls and the other to stroke his glistening dick, feeling how wet she had just made it. She watched his foreskin flick back and forth making his reddened cock head play peek-a-boo, then snuck out her tongue and licked it. The taste of her own juices was tangy and Max bent over to get more, opening her mouth and taking him in before sealing her fat lips over his length. She briskly bobbed her head up and down, taking a bit more of his cock in at a time, her tongue lashing at the bottom of it. Slurping his penis out of her mouth, she twisted her wrist in circles round his knob as she went down and licked his balls not even minding his pubes. Gleason was on cloud nine, his brow sweating as he basked in the sensation of the masterfully executed blowjob. He pulled Max off his cock and pushed her down on the sofa so that her butt was in the air, her shinny, slender, little slit peeking between her thighs. He got his waist level with her, then grunted as he slid back in her pussy from behind, the overwhelming feeling of her tight sex almost too much for him... 'O my god, you are perfect.. Hahh...' Gleason groaned, spreading her ass cheeks apart to see how his cock looked shoved inside her slick cunt. He grabbed hold of her waist and started pumping in and out of her, lifting his waist and getting a bit of height so that he was fucking her at an angle. It was sheer rapture driving into her, her round ass rippling with every thrust, his thighs slapping into hers. Max grit her teeth, her nails scraping over the red material of the sofa; she pushed her foot down on the laminated floor, spreading her toes for better support; but she refused to give this asshole the satisfaction of hearing her moan; of admitting to him that she was enjoying the sex- And by god was she ever! His cock was really driving into her, slipping so deep inside her yearning body, her pussy gripping around it as if trying to pull it even deeper- god it felt so good! She could feel the raw pleasure building in her loins, that undeniable sign that she would cum if he kept fucking her tight little pussy like this. She snapped her eyes shut and tried to think of something, anything else... it was no use, the sex was too damn good, and she wanted nothing more than to give herself completely to him, fucking him so that he made her cum hard... Harder Gleason slammed, ploughing into this genetic goddess, her pussy growing sopping wet, and clenching around his cock. He had never in his life had it this good, if heaven's angel's could have come down to fuck him this dark angel would have something to teach them... It was growing- more and more with each thrust- her orgasm was growing, she was going to cum, god did she wanted to cum! She pushed herself up and slammed her waist back meeting his sure strokes, fucking him back; when, suddenly, he pulled out of her, and she swooned at the emptiness in her pussy... Max craned her neck and looked at him, confused... - ...Sam breathed heavily, panting for breath with her legs wrapped around D'Arc's muscular hips, his huge, black dick pulsing, shoved halfway up her tight, sweaty cunt. He pulled out of her and put her down then spun her around and she steadied herself placing her hands on the stone pillar. 'You are sensational, baby,' he said, propping his cock against her sex from behind. 'Ooh,' Sam moaned as she felt him push in and slide slowly up her clenching, moist canal. Halfway in he stopped, giving her barely motional thrusts; then he pushed her body up against the pillar and drove his cock deep into her pussy, taking her clean off her feet... 'HaAAaAAAGGHH!' Sam yelled out as she felt him give her his entire length.. Her sopping quim bulging, and convulsing as it flexed and stretched around his wide girth. D'Arc stood there towering over her, her feet dangling inches off the ground, with his cock buried up her clam. Then he started ploughing through her, sliding his cock in and out of her taut body. She tried to brush her ass back against him, taking his cock, sweat trickling down her forehead, neck, and chest. Harder D'Arc went, working her sopping twat, her tits brushing over the stone pillar, it was sensational! Haahh god.. Nurrgh, naahh, phfck, ohh,' she whined, his cock stretching her so much, filling her out in places her husband never could.. 'OoHShit,' she growled as she came. Her heart pounded as her body lit up, pleasure pouring out of her as she felt the ecstasy overwhelm her. She shuddered, and bucked... Then came again as he continued fucking her roughly, her tummy knotting as she cringed, flooding his cock with her oily flow... '...OH mmmn... fuck, Oh God!' Sam whimpered, seeing spots before her eyes... Her pussy clamped down on his cock, her nails scraping over the wall, flaking the cracking paint. She could barely breath, her body was so overpowered by all the sensations... - ...Gleason looked down at Max panting, rubbing his cock head up and down the length of her wet pussy lips. He then used both his hands to spread her girth wide open, pushing her lips apart so that he could see the contrasting pick inside her succulent cooch. Using his middle fingers he pinched her clit hard, then buried his head between her thighs and slid his tongue deep in her cunt wiggling it around... Max's mouth opened wide in shock, her hips jerking in pleasure, she tried hard not to give in, not to show him he had hit the right spo- She clenched her teeth as he now rubbed her clit and shoved three fingers inside her convulsing sex, her vaginal muscles pulling tight. Her toes curled as the rapturous euphoria coiled deep in her body, a tingling warmth rapidly spreading from her vagina. Just as she was about to explode, Gleason stopped, pulling his hands from her sex.. She turned to look up at the cocky look on his face: the bastard was taunting her, he wanted her to moan in pleasure. She turned around and took his cock and roughly stroked it, then gathering some spit in her mouth, she drooled it over his smooth rod and rubbed it in. She then took some of the saliva and rubbed it over her pussy lips, even pushed some of it inside her gleaming sex. She then gripped Gleason's cock at the base with one hand, and pushed the tip to her hole with the other, splaying her legs wide open... He in turn held his weight on his arms and bent over her, groaning inwardly as he watched her slide his hard dick all the way inside her sweet squelching quim. Feeling him throb desperately deep inside her, Max rested her head on the armrest above her head, and rode her legs up his waist. She winced at the sensitivity as she used her hands, bracing herself as she pressed her waist up into him, swallowing his cock into her bulging pussy, then slowly thrusting back and forth. Gleason looked up at the ceiling, grunting, holding on to her calves as he shuddered. Max shivered as she continued to slowly fuck Sean lying there on her back with him towering over her. His cock felt so good and hard inside her, he was filling her so nicely, she flexed her cunt muscles, smiling as it made him twitch... he started thrusting back into her, and they soon moved in unison, their sweaty bodies meeting each other at the groin. The room filled with the squishing sounds caused by all the saliva as his cock slid in and out of her pussy with every pulsating push; till inadvertently it slipped out of her, his penis sliding up over her sopping lips... - ...The dim moonlight shone through the cracks onto D'Arc, who had his naked body over Sam, her arms and legs wrapped around him as they fucked lustfully on the cold cement floor. He thrust his wais up and down, driving his cock in and out of her pussy, making her squirm underneath him. Sam tightened and loosened her clammy thighs as he thrust, working in unison with him, running he hands over his rippling pectorals- he was quite the specimen, and she couldn't deny this was the best sex she'd ever had. Dark Angel: Mirror Crack'd Ch. 03 She tightened her butt cheeks when he drove in and held there, filling her all the way; her eyes snapping shut and her sweet pussy flexing around his huge cock. Then he pumped again, making her toes curl as the pleasure built in her loins for the third time, her orgasm, again, rapidly rising. Her body was covered in a layer of grey dust from the gravel, and right now she felt so dirty, but it turned her on even more, and she worked her hips back and forth urging her slick pussy to take his cock harder... 'Fuck me, ' the Soto Mark groaned for the first time, trusting at a more erratic pace; then slapping into he with a squishing slop- and blowing his load... Sam held her breath as she felt the deliciously warm burst of semen explode from his throbbing cock, her tight little cunt milking him desperately.. She gave a throaty growl and welcomed her third climax, unable to utter a word as the intense feeling flooded her being and she shivered in revelling bliss... - ...Max looked down as he gripped his dick, biting her lip while impatiently waiting for him to push back inside her- But Gleason lowered his waist and placed his head to her asshole instead. Again Max's face crumpled as he got ready to enter her forbidden hole, and she was about to protest when he pushed hard... Her face scowled as his cock pushed into her ass, her anus clenching around his dick. He grit and groaned, but kept pushing, forcing his penis in her butt. Panting, Max placed her feet flat on the sofa for leverage, then gripped his shoulders, the burning in her ass shooting through her body. About three-quarters in, Gleason slowly pulled a bit out, allowing her anal canal to stretch, then started thrusting slowly. Max tried to relax as it felt a bit more comfortable, and slowly found the pleasure building again, now breathing heavily as she felt that stiff cock pump in and out of her ass. Gleason went deeper, getting more of his penis in, and now started fucking her ass easier, she felt so damn good, and he knew it wouldn't take long for him to cum. Harder he rammed, putting in effort to give it to her, Max gasping beneath him, but still refusing to show her satisfaction. His cock sloshed in and out of her butt, her spit- that served as lubrication- trickling down her spread ass cheek. God could he fuck, Max thought as she tried to thrust back into him- Her eyes again widened as he kissed her, pressing his lips to hers and slithering his tongue into her mouth. With her distracted her reached down and rubbed her clit roughly! The onslaught of sensations was too much, and Max could just pull her face away, denying him the kiss, when her orgasm flooded her full force... 'OHFUCK.. Uhh, fuckmefuck, Huhh!' she yelled out, unable to hold it back. Tension pinched her quivering body as the ecstasy shot throughout her being, she shuddered violently, pulling her knees to her chest, giving into the overwhelming synergy... Seeing her climax, Gleason thrust in and out of her a few more times, then grunted as he ejaculated in her convulsing ass.. 'Feck me,' he groaned feeling the sheer exhilaration of filling this stunning creature with his thick globs of sperm... ...They both calmed down and found themselves, Max still feeling Gleason's cock in her sore ass. He pulled out of her with a little "plop" and sat back on the sofa looking at her sweaty caramel skin, 'now that was som'n, lass...' Max hated herself for giving in, but she couldn't deny how incredible that was, lately her sex had been with two or more people, but as far as monogamy went- this was the best she had in a long time... Lazily, she sat up and started pulling on her clothes, with Gleason fixing his pants next to her. 'I'll get you a cell so you can make the call,' she said, refusing to look at him, 'don't even think of backing out of the deal- 'Deal?' Gleason smirked, 'you mus be proud o yerself selling sex or favours.' Max didn't answer, she felt dirty, like some damn whore! She got up and left the room to get a phone... - Lying there under D'Arc, Sam caught her breath, his slackened cock still feeling big inside her aching pussy.. She stretched her arm out and reached for the T-734 in her inner-coat pocket; but her eyes shot open as his hand gripped hers. He pulled her hand up with the syringe in it, smiling... 'You're a great fuck baby, but you must think I'm brainless to fall for your stint,' he smirked, 'what is this?' Sam bent her knees and put her toes to the top of his thighs and kicked up hard, using is own strength to toss him off her. Then she shot herself up and leapt at him, hand up, ready to stab the accelerated Progeria in his neck. D'Arc grabbed her wrist, snatching her out the air like a Frisbee, and flung her across the warehouse, but she grabbed a pole and swung around it, tearing it out of the ground on landing. She used her strength to lunge it at him, and it pierced his chest, driving straight through his body, putting him down! Sam gripped the T-734 ready to complete her objective- But D'Arc got up like some sick Frankenstein Monster, and pulled the pole out of him not even flinching at the gaping hole in his chest. He gripped the pole and swung it, hitting Sam and sending her threw the window. She dropped onto the ground in front of some dope junkies who leered at her hot and naked unconscious body... The dopers were about to take advantage of her when they saw the naked, hulking black guy tear threw the steel wall panels of the warehouse and scattered... D'Arc looked down at Sam grinning, then picked her up and tossed her over his shoulder and walked off into the night with her... * Mole sat holding a pump action-shotgun, fiddling with the ring pierced through the horned ridges above his scaly eye, 'we don't make unnecessary trips out there beyond Terminal City, Max!' 'You know, you can take your soulja-boy drill and shove it!' Max said indignantly, 'we're talking about one of our own- 'No- no, we're not,' Mole said getting to his feet, 'our kind is here; Transhumans! Not Transgenics...' 'It doesn't matter.. Does it...?' 'What!' Mole snapped turning around and glaring at Luke. Luke stood up, the eyes of the dozen Transhumans in the room as well as Max on him... 'the humans don't care if we look like mutants or like one of them.. as long as we got a barcode, their gunning for us...' 'So it doesn't matter bickering over which group we belong to...' Max smiled looking at him proudly... '...If Max needs us ta help out a fellow "freak" I say we help,' he finished, raising his fist in the air and looking around the room. The Transhumans in the room started shuffling and murmuring among each other; then, slowly, one by one, they raised their fists in the air affirming a silent, but heard 'hell yeah' in support of Luke... Mole grumbled, but nodded nonetheless.. 'Fine Max, looks like majority rules...' 'Guess it does,' Max simpered, 'I need you to break a group of nine into threes and surround the compound...' 'Luke,' she said looking at him, 'you're on surveillance with Logan, I need eyes and ears...' 'Got it.' 'Ok listen up ally'all; we're dealing with serious people here, all trained ex-military, so don't be stupid. Keep yourselves concealed, we don't need to be causing no panic, and alerting certain government agents,' Max announced loud enough for the room to hear. '...Once we get word from Sean Gleason's men that the hostages are secure, we're good to go...' '...We move in and get Sam out!' 'And may I ask what you'll be doing while all of us run and gun, risking our behinds for ya?' Mole asked with a smirk. '...I play Sam, and distract Klaas,' Max said, simply. *** Cast Max (X5-452): Jessica Alba Logan Cale: Michael Weatherly Guests Sam (X5-453): Jessica Alba D'Arc (The Soto Mark): Michael Clark Duncan Del (X6-899): Moon Bloodgood Mole (Transhuman): Brian Jensen Luke (Transhuman): Fred Ewanuik Vivian Shevchenko: Stana Katic Sean Gleason: Colin Ferrell Klaas: Neal McDonough Hun-Yu Soto: James Kyson Lee *** Next in DARK ANGEL: MIRROR CRACK'D... ...Max rode up to the gate of the compound outside Portland on her Kawasaki Ninja 650.. She had changed into a tan, suede jacket, with a grey shirt underneath, that was tied above her pierced navel. She also wore tight hip-hugging denim jeans and brown boots. She frizzed up her hair so that it was curlier and opted out her yellow tinted shades for a pair of brown ones that covered most of her brow... Be careful in there, Max,' said Logan's voice over her earpiece, 'I'm guessing Klaas had already sent Sam after the Soto Mark, so you may want to think of a reason why you don't have it.' 'I got this. You just lean on Gleason to get Sam's family safe,' she said in response. 'We can't trust him, so remember the contingency plan,' Logan pressed. She stopped in font of the gate and looked at the camera that moved to view her, then pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and blew smoke into the lens. The electric gate opened and she rode inside up the pathway, looking at the large number of ex-military guards- Klaas doesn't fuck around she thought. The room was as lavish as the rest of the compound; that should have been called a manor. The man Max assumed to be Klaas, stood on the balcony dressed in a robe with a glass of Cognac in his hand. Max walked onto the balcony and adopted a rigid stance, pretending to be Sam... 'You're not handing me the implant, so I take it you failed?' Klaas observed, looking out into the distance as he sipped on the expensive brandy. 'There, were complications,' Max said, watching him carefully. Accelerated Progeria will do the trick on his genetic code, 453. Not that it will do us any good now with him heading out of Seattle again,' Klaas said turning around and heading into the room. Progeria! They had synthesized the rare genetic disease into some sort of weapon... She snapped back to reality and saw Klaas sitting on his bed, then walked over to him... '...Oh Fuck!' Max groaned as she was tossed onto her side on the king-size bed, the man with short, bleached blonde hair lying behind her and gripping her firm round tit and molesting it.. He guided his hard cock back to her needy pussy and she whimpered as he slid back into her. Lifting her leg slightly he started up again, sluing in and out of that sweet, soft vagina of hers, her sticky lips caressing his hard cock- it was incredible! Sam opened her eyes and found the world around her to be hazy, then cringed as the dull pain shot through her body; serving as a reminder of her predicament... She was naked, and lying in the trunk of a car... she tried to move in the awkward space but found that her hands and feet were cuffed.. Then she felt a body pressed up behind her... 'He wants to take over, my prototype wants me to complete another implant to sell, or he will kill me..' Soto said in tears. 'Figured he had a say as he had all the muscles, did he?' Sam smirked, 'you mad scientists just never learn.' D'Arc pulled a vile out of his pocket, the T-734; 'tell me about this, what's it do?' Sam looked at him in an "As if" sort of way... The tingles turned to sparks, and the sparks turned to a warmth that filled her with euphoria, and that in turn made her hotter and wetter, and she mewled as her body livened... Just then the door opened and they both froze as Vivian Shevchenko walked in... Klaas just about pushed Max off him in shock and in that instant the truth was revealed... 'So you worked it out,' Vivian said... 'Anonymity always served me well...' * DARK ANGEL MIRROR CRACK'D CHAPTER 4 By INYOTEF© COMING SOON Dark Angel: Mirror Crack'd Ch. 04 Authors note: Firstly; this chapter may be a bit on the short side. Anywoo; I needed to try and get the balance of storytelling and sex right again with the last chapter, so I hope that worked out; but that's for you to judge. And thanks to the anonymous emailer who suggested using Transhumans to base the feel of the series again, it helped a lot, I know you asked for a sex scene involving Mole, but I found it difficult writing it into the story.. Sorry, I am trying to add it though- but no promises. Lastly there seems to be mixed feelings about my "Previously" and "Next on Dark Angel" segments: so if you like it, don't worry I'm keeping them, and if you don't, just scroll down to the beginning of the chapter; no big deal, shish! - INYOTEF ;) *** Previously in DARK ANGEL: MIRROR CRACK'D... '...I'm the soldier for tomorrow's war baby.' He turned around and Max looked at the thick veins that ran from the point where the implant had been inserted up the back of his head, and down his neck... D'Arc was stronger, but she was faster; he was right though, this wasn't a fight she'd walk away from. She dodged his punch, then dived over the parapet of the third story parking level, landing in a roll on the grass below... ...She put her barefoot down and sped off to the point where she was supposed to meet Del and Sam; and on cue they came crashing threw the fifth story window. They hightailed it to the green Ford; men firing M4 riffles out at them thru the window ... Sean Gleason sat up in the back, 'Sain's b' praised fer you lass. Ta all o' ya fer bailin' me out like tha'; but we bes' b' get'n outta Boston feckin' fas' coz Klaas ainay gonna b' at all ta pleased...! '...There's another way to get your family back,' Del said, forthrightly. 'Klaas is well connected. You could speak to Vivian Shevchenko...' 'Max would never go for it.' 'Max doesn't have to know...' ...The three woman looked up as a chopper came flying in from the south, and two black vans rode in from behind them. Vivian Shevchenko stepped out ... 'His Sean Gleason, but he is no Interpol agent, sweetheart,' Vivian said with a smirk, 'his Klaas' main competitor; a gun runner out of Dublin, Ireland...' 'You can do this? Klaas, can retrieve my family from these men?' Sam asked ... 'Secure the Soto Mark and become Klaas' personal clean-up team and your family has no worries...' 'What!?' Max asked... ...She gripped the nose of the M4 and the shotgun then flipped back, catching Vivian under her jaw and taking her off her feet; then on landing on her knee, twisted her waist and struck Del and Sam in the face with their own weapon handles... ...Sam looked curiously at the Caucasian man that sat opposite them, sipping a glass of champagne- Klaas... '...T-734,' Vivian said, still stroking Klaas' cock leisurely... 'Accelerated Progeria ...' ...Klaas spoke, 'the virus has been accelerated to- ahh.. To work a hundred times faster, a nice way to take the Soto Mark down...' ...Max stared him down but he didn't flinch.. 'ya thinking' if I would release her family before Klaas makes a move, she won't have ta sell her soul,' Gleason finished... 'Just one problem there lass, wus innit for me then?' ...Max grit her teeth, her nails scraping over the red material of the sofa; she pushed her foot down on the laminated floor, spreading her toes for better support; but she refused to give this asshole the satisfaction of hearing her moan; of admitting to him that she was enjoying the sex... '...I'm here to make a deal,' Sam said to Soto, ignoring him, 'you'll want to hear it.' 'What is this deal?' Soto asked her. '...Klaas is giving him a peace offering... '...me...' ...Feeling her pussy resist, D'Arc pressed his massive body to Sam's and started sliding in and out of her sweet pussy. He groaned as her velvety sex wet-nursed his cock as he pumped it in and out of her... ...Sam stretched her arm out and reached for the T-734 in her inner-coat pocket; but her eyes shot open as his hand gripped hers. He gripped the pole and swung it, hitting Sam and sending her threw the window. D'Arc looked down at Sam grinning, then picked her up and tossed her over his shoulder and walked off into the night with her... '...If Max needs our help ta help a fellow "freak" I say we help,' Luke said, raising his fist...! '...Once we get word from Sean Gleason's men that the hostages are secure,' Max said, 'we're good to go...' '...We move in and get Sam out!' 'May I ask what you'll be doing while we run and gun,' Mole asked with a smirk. 'I play Sam.' *** '...Oh Fuck!' Max groaned as she was tossed onto her side on the king-size bed, the man with short, bleached blonde hair lying behind her and gripping her firm, round, tit and molesting it.. He guided his hard cock back to her needy pussy and she whimpered as he slid back into her. Lifting her leg slightly he started up again, sluing in and out of that sweet, soft vagina of hers, her sticky lips caressing his hard cock- it was incredible! He lifted himself over her, her leg bending over the other and her waist turning flexibly, then started driving into her harder, fucking her like she was some horny slut. She reached up and put her hand around his neck, holding her lithe body up with the other and contorted her face as she felt his cock work her perfect pussy so delectably... 'C'mon, fuck.. Fuck me,' she growled. 'God you're a needy slut 453,' Klaas grit... * An hour earlier... ...Pouring rain ran down Joshua's snout as he crouched in the thick bushes, sniffing the night air.. 'Guards, I smell many guards,' he said. 'This sucks,' Alec grumbled, 'I'm spose to be pulling in the chips at a poker game, instead here I am helping Max play hero, again.' 'Tell me about it,' Mole murmured. 'Max is friend, gave us freedom,' Joshua growled, 'we help; help her!' In a van down the street Logan and Luke sat watching the video feeds they had hacked into, 'cut the chatter on the lines guys,' Logan said... 'Bitch all you want, but Max would come to the aid of any one of us.. Or do I have to remind you about the time she got that bomb out of your neck, Alec?' Alec's eyes popped and he suddenly felt guilty, 'thanks,' he said sarcastically, 'where the hell is she anyways...?' - ...Max rode up to the gate of the compound outside Portland on her Kawasaki Ninja 650.. She had changed into a tan, suede jacket, with a grey shirt underneath, which was tied above her pierced navel. She also wore tight hip-hugging denim jeans and brown boots. She frizzed up her hair so that it was curlier and opted out her yellow tinted shades for a pair of brown ones that covered most of her brow... She stopped in font of the gate and looked at the camera that moved to view her, then pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and blew smoke into the lens. The electric gate opened and she rode inside up the pathway, looking at the large number of ex-military guards- Klaas doesn't fuck around, she thought. 'Be careful in there, Max,' said Logan's voice over her earpiece, 'I'm guessing Klaas had already sent Sam after the Soto Mark, so you may want to think of a reason why you don't have it.' 'I got this. You just lean on Gleason to get Sam's family safe,' she said in response. 'We can't trust him, so remember the contingency plan,' Logan pressed. 'I said I got this!' Max fenced. She rode up to the main house of the semi-fortress and was surprised to see Vivian Shevchenko in one of the upper offices talking to Muda Yobo, when she used her enhanced vision to zoom in. When she had met him she pretended to be a prostitute along with Del, so if he saw her here, he'd see red; and he was known to be a very violent man (not that she couldn't handle him, but she would prefer getting out of this fortress alive). Cutting the engine she climbed off the bike and walked up to the front door... 'Ok, listen up; I'm going dead on coms. Klaas'll have sensors in his compound sweeping me for bugs as I walk in. So just follow the plan.' 'Rodger that,' Luke said from the van. 'You got it Maxie,' Alec confirmed... 'We're up,' he said turning to Mole and Joshua. 'Calling Geronimo?' Joshua half-snarled-half-smiled. 'Hah, gently, big guy, huh?' Alec said holding up his hands cautiously, 'easy does it.' Joshua gripped the back of Alec's coat and hoisted him over the tall wall as if he were a cushion.. Alec landing on his ass on the other side... A patrolling guard spotted him, and quickly reached for his radio, but in a flash Alec dived him to the ground and gripped him around the neck in a sleeper-hold... A second later Mole came flying over the wall as well, courtesy of Joshua, and looked at Alec getting up then at the unconscious guard on the ground. 'Great,' Alec whined wiping the mud off himself. He pulled out his gun and ducked down behind an outhouse, '...we're in.' - Max was awestruck as she stood inside the massive entrance hall, looking at the Hellenic design and phallic statues; whoever said "crime doesn't pay" hadn't met Klaas... One of the guards walked up to her, 'ma'am, Mr Klaas is expecting you.' She nodded politely and followed the man as he trudged up the marble staircase and down the corridor to the left, and up to huge rosewood double doors; which he opened for her, and then stepped aside. The room was as lavish as the rest of the compound; that should have been called a manor. The man Max assumed to be Klaas, stood on the balcony dressed in a robe with a glass of Cognac in his hand. Max walked onto the balcony and adopted a rigid stance, pretending to be Sam... 'You're not handing me the implant, so I take it you failed?' Klaas observed, looking out into the distance as he sipped on the expensive brandy. 'There, were complications,' Max said, studying him carefully. He turned to look at her, 'do you know why I'm the top weapons merchant in the world 453?' he smiled, then continued, '..because I am ruthless...' 'You didn't get me on your pay role just to kill me,' Max said, showing a bit of herself, her "cockiness" as she spoke, 'you saw me work at L.T.D. The Soto Mark is stronger than transgenics and I need a plan to bring him down.' 'That is why I gave you T-734, so cut the excuses!' Max tried to cover her shock at this revelation then tried to tactfully get more out of him, 'It's still tricky, to use it.' 'Accelerated Progeria will do the trick on his genetic code, 453. Not that it will do us any good now with him heading out of Seattle again,' Klaas said turning around and heading into the room. Progeria! Max's mind was thrown back to Brin's abnormally aged body in her arms at the back of an SUV, then to the younger aged-stricken clone of herself lying in a bed at Manticore.. They had synthesized the rare genetic disease into some sort of weapon... She snapped back to reality and saw Klaas sitting on his bed, then walked over to him... 'I'll get it done. We both know I have to for my family's sake...' Klaas looked up at her smiling, 'yes, your family. Strong incentive...' 'You know, Vivian is in a meeting, representing me, so I have time to kill, so why don't you strip for me?' Max caught a lump in her throat; was this seriously happening again? * Sam opened her eyes and found the world around her to be hazy, then cringed as the dull pain shot through her body; serving as a reminder of her predicament... She was naked, and lying in the trunk of a car... she tried to move in the awkward space but found that her hands and feet were cuffed.. Then she felt a body pressed up behind her... Her eyes widened and she groaned... there was a sloppy drawn out friction sloshing back and fourth in her vagina... Whoever was back there was fucking her...! Sam bit her lip not sure how to react to waking up in a trunk with someone six inches (she guessed) deep in her pussy. She certainly was wet and the sensual friction was causing a stir deep in the pit of her stomach. Not knowing what else to do, she kept her rocking body as still as possible, listening to the grunting of the man behind her as he eagerly tried to thrust in and out of her despite the awkwardness on their position. She snapped her eyes shut as the feeling in her grew making her warmer, her greasy sex gripping around the curved manhood that slid in and out of her so devilishly; she even parted her legs slightly for the stranger to push in deeper- This he did shuffling forward as he pushed as deep inside her sopping sex as he could, her moist walls gripping and massaging his erect cock. Sam snapped her eyes shut and bit her plump lip to stifle a moan as he moved quicker, sliding in and out of her pussy. God it felt good, so incredibly good; she bucked, her stomach knotting up, her cunt flexing, and her toes curling in erotic pleasure... Then, with his strained grunt, she heard his voice- '...SOTO!?' Sam questioned, 'you bastard, get off'a me!' She heard a squeal of shock, before the cock in her slid out of her gaping cooch; then she grimaced as she felt him shudder against her before thick spurts of cum spilled over her buttocks and lower back... 'You sick fucking-' Sam started... 'He wants to take over, my prototype wants me to complete another implant to sell, or he will kill me..' Soto said breathing heavily while at the same time in tears; 'you are Transgenic, you must get us out of here!' he demanded. 'So, Frankenstein figured he had a say since he has all the muscles, huh?' Sam smirked, forgetting momentarily how Soto had violated her, 'you mad scientists just never learn.' 'He will kill you too,' Soto said pleadingly. 'If he wanted me dead, he'd of done it already, which means I'm part of his scheme hotshot,' Sam shot back, 'and just so you know, there's no us in this-' She felt the car stop driving then heard the door open and shut. Then, the trunk opened and D'Arc was standing over them... "Good. You're awake.' He pulled her up and she got out of the trunk to find herself under an overpass, 'so what the hell do you want?' Sam asked trying in vane to hide her nakedness from his leering eyes. 'Shy all of a sudden,' D'Arc smirked as he pulled a vile out of his pocket, the T-734; 'tell me about this, what's it do?' Sam looked at him in an "As if" sort of way... 'You know I'm not a monster.. I was just some gang banger punk from the Bronx who killed a Congressman and was lined up for the gas chamber...' 'Then they pull me off Death Row to test a new kickass implant, and now I'm some super powered motherfucker,' D'Arc said looking at her. 'My heart goes out for you,' Sam spat. D'Arc grabbed her by her throat- his thick fingers gripping up around her face squashing her cheeks- then lifted her off the ground easily with one arm.. 'I'm trying to be civil here baby, but you're not making nice...' ...'Ffffuck you...!' Sam spat defiantly, her breathing severely constricted. He smashed her against the wall, and it cracked under the impact, then let go, and she slumped down on her ass. D'Arc knelt in front of her, 'me.. I don't feel pain anymore,' he said, lifting his blood-stained vest and showing her the gaping hole in his chest from where the pole had pierced through... 'But I'm betting you do; a whole lot...' 'Save it,' Sam said sitting up, 'I'm trained to withstand torture. You'd just be wasting your time...' 'Don't mean it won't be fun...' he smiled. * '...Oh Fuck!' Max groaned as she was tossed onto her side on the king-size bed, the man with short, bleached blonde hair lying behind her and gripping her firm round tit and molesting it.. He guided his hard cock back to her needy pussy and she whimpered as he slid back into her. Lifting her leg slightly he started up again, sluing in and out of that sweet, soft vagina of hers, her sticky lips caressing his hard cock- it was incredible. He lifted himself over her, her leg bending over the other and her waist turning flexibly, then started driving into her harder, fucking her like some horny slut. She reached up and put her hand around his neck, holding her lithe body up with the other and contorted her face as she felt his cock work her perfect pussy so delectably... 'C'mon, fuck- fuck me,' she growled. 'God you're a needy slut 453,' Klaas grit. He slipped his cock out of her and wiped her oily juices off his cock, and when she spread her legs for him, he smeared it over her pussy, then bent down and licked her slit (her body twitching in pleasure). He came back up and gripped the base of his cock, lying over her, and then pushed into her yearning cunt, and thrust his waist up and down. He gripped a tuft of her hair and rammed into her, working her pussy magnanimously, thrusting in as deep as he could; all the while looking into her lust-filled, deep brown eyes. Max in turn clenched her ass and ran her legs up his waist; hugging him she grit her teeth with him fucking her hard and good. She tried to match his movements, working her hips, and bucking them into him, taking that generous cock of his, taking it over and over again. She shifted her momentum and rolled them over so that she was on top, and flicked her head so that her hair was running over the side of her face, then sat up and rolled her hips into his, spreading her fingers out over his chest. He held her waist and watched her as she sat there and effortlessly trust up and down, her breasts jiggling enticingly with every movement. Drawing up ever so slowly she gasped as his cock slid partially out of her then sank down again, taking him deep into her convulsing cunt. She went a bit faster, letting a bit more of him slide out, but every time she slammed her waist back down so he could fill her up. The tingles turned to sparks, and the sparks turned to a warmth that filled her with euphoria, and that in turn made her hotter and wetter, and she mewled as her body livened... Just then the door opened and they both froze as Vivian Shevchenko walked in... Klaas just about pushed Max off him in shock and in that instant- the truth was revealed... Max sat up, looking from Klaas to Vivian; taking note of the worry in his face and the anger in hers- 'His not Klaas is he?' she said. Vivian shot a deadly look at her... '...You are!' Max said... DARK ANGEL MIRROR CRACK'D 'So you worked it out,' Vivian said... 'Anonymity always served me well...' She walked over to the wine cabinet and took out the bottle of Cognac and poured herself a glass, then looked at the man on the bed, and he scrambled to his feet and left the room... Max meanwhile kept her eyes squarely on her as she got off the bed, collected her clothing, and started dressing herself... '...An actor I got to play the role when I needed a face to gain trust until a deal is through,' Vivian; or rather, Klaas, explained. 'Then you kill the client,' Max finished, 'to preserve your rouse..' Klaas shrugged, 'Business...' now speaking with a Russian accent (her natural accent)... ...'In Moscow I was a little girl of fourteen on the street. A man pulled his gun on me and forced me to have sex with him; I killed him with his own gun, and sold the gun after cleaning it of all prints. Later the man I sold it to tells me I am good at bargaining, and I sell weapons for him; he says no one will suspect a woman of being ruthless. He tells me a good gun runner must be ruthless...' 'So I take him to bed, I fuck him, and I slit his throat... I take over his stock and his business and his name. I say I am Klaas Kristov.. I become ruthless, and the more ruthless I become the more I expand; until one day Klaas is a ghost no one knows- the biggest gun merchant in the world...' 'But still I must meet with clients, I must size them up, I must do business...' Dark Angel: Mirror Crack'd Ch. 04 'So you become Vivian Shevchenko, Klaas' Personal Assistant,' Max said, buttoning her shirt and zipping her pants, then pulling on her jacket. 'Yes, yes I do,' Vivian smiled raising her large glass, 'an alias of course, but it works...' 'I went to schools and universities; I learned to walk among the sophisticated people. I even sold the EMP's that caused the Pulse,' she smiled to herself sipping her Cognac. ...'and now that you know my secrete, I can't let you live. I'm afraid our work relationship is done 453, and your family will have to be killed.' 'Sorry,' Max said, having turned on the wire and coms she wore, 'I don't think so...' Just then, small canisters were thrown into the room, and gas burst out of them. Klaas or Vivian, coughing as it filled her lungs... 'Sorry bitch,' Max mocked from out of the blinding smoke, 'you're not the only one who can conceal your identity..' Vivian pulled out a desert eagle and started firing in all directions... '452!' she yelled... Max meanwhile jumped out over the balcony and into the chaotic gun battle below... * 'Do not attempt to adjust your set; this is a Streaming Freedom video bulletin...' ...Max looked up at the TV as Logan's familiar eyes filled the screen between the side scrolling words... ...'The cable hack will last exactly sixty seconds. It cannot be traced. It cannot be stopped. And it is the only free voice left in this city...' 'For almost three decades now every major war in the world was sponsored by one individual. this person has profited off slaughter and bloodshed, and ruled as the undisputed Lord of war, all the while, shrouded in anonymity and blanketed in shadows; well I tell you today- No more!' 'It is time for the world to know the identity of this merchant of death,' on the TV screen, there appeared a faded picture on Vivian Shevchenko, 'many of the war mongers around the world know this woman as the personal assistant of Klaas. This has been an elaborate rouse to bamboozle all who were foolish enough to believe the lie...' 'Her real name is Femmke Yartsev- And she IS Klaas!' Max's mind was filled with flashes of memories; of her running through the grounds of Klaas' compound; Alec and Mole covering her with gunfire as a red-eyed Vivian tried to shoot her from the balcony. She remembered Biggs firing a rocket launcher at the building, and watching the face brick explode and crumble. She had heard Vivian scream in rage shooting down two of her own men who were retreating in cold blood... 'This woman is the most feared person in all the world,' Eyes Only's broadcast continued, 'it is impossible to innumerate or even estimate how many innocents lost their lives directly because of her, or how many city officials from how many countries she controls with bribes...' More memories filled Max's mind; chaos, screaming, gunfire.. 'ALEC!' her own screaming as an explosion threw the X5 through the air. She had scrambled to him, breaking one of the security forces arm's and leg in combat. Alec had lain unconscious on the ground, his face soaked in his own blood. She looked over at him on the steel table where Dix was seeing to his wounds. 'Enough is enough Ms Yartsev; run, hide; because wherever you are, your enemies now know your face, as this Eyes Only broadcast spreads across the world, not only here in Seattle...' 'This has been a Streaming Freedom video bulletin via the Eyes Only informant net; peace out.' One constant thought still swam above the rest in Max's mind though- How...? ...How had Klaas known about her and Sam? * In the penthouse apartment the gorgeous blonde moaned as she rocked her body up and down riding the older man; his cock driving deep inside her silky pink pussy... Udrik Kalm took a drag of his Cuban cigar just as the woman opened her eyes and growled. 'Oh UK,' she shuddered in pleasure, before kissing him deeply. He exhaled in her mouth and she gaged and coughed out loud... 'You really are a nasty pig,' came the voice from the shadows. Udrik froze in shock and pushed the girl off him, grabbing the revolver from under his pillow and waving a shaky hand around... 'Who the fuck's there!?' 'You were a naughty boy UK,' Max said slipping out of darkness, 'you told Klaas about us dint'cha...?' 'Tell ya what, I'll give you a free shot.' Kalm was shaking like a leaf as he kept the gun on the X5 standing before him with her hand on her cocked hip. He shut his eyes and fired, praying he got lucky, the blonde on the floor screaming... He opened his eyes, and everything after that happened in a blur: he was pulled out the bed and flew thru the balcony door smashing through the glass; then he felt himself hoisted being in the air before he was staring down thirty stories at the street below... He looked up to find the pissed off X5 clutching his ankle with one outstretched hand... 'Le'me go you fuck'n psychotic bitch!' 'Now ya see; thas just a poor choice of words,' Max taunted, letting go and quickly tightening her grip again. NO- YAAAGH Fuck, no, no, no don't!' 'You gotta talk to me UK!' Max demanded. "Talk, talk about what?' Udrik squirmed, the blood rushing to his head making his face turn a bright pink. 'What'd ya do? And I'd talk fast, coz you're a heavy little piggy, I may lose my grip.' "O'right, ok, I told Klaas ya came to me, he paid me fer the intel.. ya happy?' 'Keep spilling,' Max snapped. 'Fuck'n asshole used his connections, he knows I'm Bolto Dressler, I been hiding in this place ever since, I fuck'n swear babe!' Udrik panted, getting bit light headed. He was pulled up and tossed on the ground and he got up and stumbled back into the apartment. Max walked in behind him, and on turning he was shocked to find a wicked smile on her face; and even though she terrified him, he gulped at how hot she was. 'How bout I speak your language,' Max said, her whole demeanour changing... ...She unzipped her sued jacket and shrugged it off (as she was still dressed as Sam), then crossed her arms and pulled off her black vest. Kalm swallowed looking at those firm, round tits held in place by her black bra... 'I'm listenin.' 'You got pull with the right people, and I need to know where Klaas is, she went underground.' 'You mean that Femmke chick, ya, Eyes Only opened a can of worms there, baby, word is she put a million dollar bounty on anyone who can unmask him- dead only!' he smirked. Udrik watched as Max slid out of the skin tight denim jeans she wore and stood before him in only her matching bra and panties. 'Eyes Only knows how to keep himself hidden,' she replied. 'Maybe, but he never had all the hackers in the world looking for him, I hear their zero'n in. the next time he does his little feed, bam! Bye bye baby...' "Now that intel was fer free, you wan' my help findin' that bitch, you keep undressin',' Klaas grinned. Max forced herself to hide her concern for Logan, adopting a poker face as she unclasped her bra and showed off her round tits; then seductively slid down her panties. Her plan was to tease him; but with Logan's life now in danger, she had to find Vivian by ANY means necessary! Kalm stood up, his cock propping up, rock hard. he walked in front of Max breathing heavily, 'ya know, I wanted ta keep the info about Klaas' place in Boston from ya, see if I could get a fuck from ya an' ya cloned friend. God I wanted ya two bad after watching ya shoot that porno...' 'All good things, huh?' he laughed, gripping her around her waist and motioning her toward his huge bed. He pushed her over it so that her round ass was hanging off the side then dropped to his knees. Max gasped as she felt his tongue push against her pussy, then grit her teeth as Kalm parted her slick lips and lapped inside her sex. She shut her eyes, trying to ignore the nagging prickles of her conscience as it scold her for behaving like a whore! Once Max's cunt was swollen, Kalm rose to his feet and stroked his cock... 'E-hum,' he cleared his throat, and Max turned to him not even attempting to hide her disgust as she griped his shaft. She brought her face closer to his manhood and could smell the blonde's sex on him, and feel her wet as she stroked him slowly. She swallowed him quickly taking him in her wet mouth before she lost her nerve and backed out. Max gagged as the hard cock slid in and out of her mouth, but she forced every action, letting her tongue lather and swirl against his flesh. She pushed him into the inside of her cheek and breathed through her nose while relaxing her throat; then she slowly slid him in further and further till he lodged at the back of her throat. Kalm groaned, the feeling was incredible; he wasn't a stranger to blowjobs, as the owner of a multi-million dollar porn label he had at least three different woman in his bed every single night- he was quite the philanderer! Even so, this stunning X5 was something else; it'd barely been a minute and he was throbbing and ready to blow. He pulled her up and threw her back on the bed, her ass once again over the edge; he then got behind her and lined up with her sweaty cooch. He put his cock up against her entrance and pushed into her, his dick slipping inside her greasy sex. Max winced, and groaned as she felt him enter her; despite it all she rose her mid-section and spread her legs allowing him to fill her. Her cunt squeezed his aching cock, resisting that initial thrust... 'God ya fuckin' tight, you bitch,' Kalm groaned, smelling her dark hair. Undeterred he ploughed through her, her wet pussy giving way and stretching for him. Max felt his hairy balls press against her clit and knew he had filled her; the weight of his body lying over her (and though she could easily lift him, she still felt it). 'Ahh, hah,' Kalm grunted as he started moving inside her, sliding his sweaty shaft out then driving back in her sex. He started slowly, feeling her out, enjoying her tight pussy, revelling in the wetness and warmness of her womanhood. She was leaking around his shaft, she was so fucking wet; she wanted this, loved selling herself for random favours. Max buried her head in the blankets to suppress her moans as Kalm fucked her; she could feel him twitch so deep in her body, feel him nudge at her cervix making her shudder. Her loins burned and soothing chills ran up and down her spine livening her body. Without knowing it she was working her ass into him, inviting him deeper, and welcoming his cock to tease the sensitive girth of her elastic walls. With every thrust it grew inside her body; a dull tingle that was rapidly growing into a heat that spread from where his cock sloshed in and out. It made her toes curl and her back arch... 'Faster,' she heard herself squirm... Kalm laughed then drove deep into her, pushing her up with a jerk. Max's eyes shot open then immediately snapped shut as he slid back and thrust in and out, doing it faster and faster, till the sound of them fucking filled the room. Max panted, and huffed as she was rocked; Kalm over her, thrusting in and out of her needy pussy. But he wasn't a young man and his stamina was waning, so he slumped on top of her breathing heavily. He licked the salty sweat off her cheek then rolled off of her, his hard cock slipping from her sex and spilling her fluids on her ass. Max pushed herself up and looked at him, her long hair falling over her face; strands of it clinging to her sweaty brow. She rose and threw her leg over Kalm, straddling him. Then she gripped his cock and ran his bulbous head over her slick cunt-lips; watching him as his eyes disappeared into his skull. The disgust, the whining of her conscience were long gone; all that remained was the need he had created in her, the passion that even now made her act like a slut. Max pushed her waist down, giving a long drawn out moan as she felt him slide all the way inside her. She cupped her breasts and rolled her hips, then slowly thrust into him; she did it again, did it over and over, his cock sliding delicately in and out of her moist pussy. Kalm gripped her waist looking up at the stunning woman as she fucked him. Her eyes were half-lidded and lust filled. Max spread her fingers out over his chest and braced herself, sliding down his cock; and then she gasped and started bouncing up and down, her firm buttocks tapping against him. She whimpered and moaned; her pussy flexing and clamping around his throbbing shaft. 'Oh, ohh, ahhfck,' she squirmed, as she writhed in pleasure. She wanted this, she actually wanted to fuck this pig; she actually enjoyed his touch, and wanted him to touch her more. Her lips curled into a smile as he groped her tits in his hands and licked her nipples. She bent over him the coarseness of his chest hair tickling her chest; her nipples scrapping over his chest as she moved back and forth. The movement of her waist was hypnotic, her buttocks pushing into the air, then grinding down so that her sweet clam could engulf Udrik's hard dick. Her face was in the crook of his neck, her teeth scraping against his skin as they fucked hotly. Kalm shifted them, and rolled on top of her; Max gasping as the movement along with his weight drove his cock deeper in her warm cunt, and put pressure on her clit; a pressure Kalm tortured as he thrust in and out of her. Max's ass clenched with each deep plunge of his hardness into her sex, filling her so deep inside. She arched off the bed and latched onto him with her thighs. Kalm was back on her tits, licking and sucking them and tugging her sensitive nipples. How many men had she fucked recently, Max thought, how many partners had she been with; sure it had been absurd situations but she gave herself completely to each of them, she loved every second of it. And now again she revelled in the igniting lust that fuelled and flared in her body. She was hot and humid, and sticky from the sweat, but she liked it; rubbing her flexible body against Kalm and letting him enjoy her. Her pussy was so tender, her clit, so sensitive; but still she needed more stimulation. 'C'mon you fucking pig make a girl feel welcome,' she whined. Kalm grunt out loud and started mustering up harder thrusts trying to push an orgasm out of her. Max breathed hoarsely, just a little more! She rubbed her throbbing clit and bucked her hips beneath him, meeting his long, sure strokes. Harder, and deeper he filled her up; he made her aching vaginal muscles clench and grip around his rod, it felt so good inside her so tight. Max took in a gulp of air as she was finally caught in the eye of the storm; her body flushed with a sensational bliss that came from somewhere deep within, for that few seconds the pleasure was indescribable- then all at once she shuddered as her being jerked with every muscle tightening, before her secretions wet Kalm's cock... Kalm couldn't take it; he couldn't handle her, his cock pulsed inside her. As much as Max enjoyed it, she could feel how close he was; she pushed him off her, got up and grasped his cock. She then bent down and ran her tongue over his knob before running him in and out of her mouth, bobbing her head. Max felt that last twitch and pulled away as he shot his load; the thick syrupy ropes bursting into the air, some of it spilling on her hand as she stroked him. Max wiped her hand on the duvet and, again, feeling disgust in the pit of her stomach looked down at the slob. She got off the bed and gathered her clothes. "Get up and get dressed,' she ordered him, 'you're showing me where Femmke, or Vivian, or whatever is!' Immediately Udrik Kalm was pulled out of his euphoric revelry... 'What, are ya fuckin' insane, bitch?' 'You call me a bitch again and you'll see insane, aiight,' Max jibed, 'and it wasn't a request, I ain't trusting your word again, you're going with me, sleazy...' 'So les blaze.' * Sam stumbled into the lair at Terminal City; the group of Transhumans looking at her... 'MAX!' Logan yelled out looking at her bloody, naked body. He ran toward her as her body slumped, catching her in his arms... 'NO LOG-'Alec yelled out from the steel table from where he was recovering, but it was too late... Logan cradled her in his arms, she was out... 'It's not Max,' he said, realising he wasn't dying from touching her, 'it's Sam!' 'But ain't they clones?' Alec asked, 'they share the same genome.' 'No,' Logan realised, 'Max has different DNA strands, no junk DNA, I'm guessing Sam doesn't, which is why she doesn't carry the Retrovirus.' And in that instant, Logan seemed to realise that she, Sam- the splitting image of Max- was naked in his arms- He felt a stirring in his pants. Sam's eyes fluttered open, 'Max.. danger.. Soto Mark with.. Kalm...' she slurred before passing out again. Logan looked over at Dix, 'where's Max? You got her signal from the homing beacon?' The grotesque transhuman with the glass eye-patch looked up from his computer, 'something's jamming the signal,' he said. Logan picked up Sam and put her on the table next to Alec, and ran to his computer terminal, 'we gotta find-' 'Logan!' Joshua screamed a slight growl in his voice, trouble, many men!' Mole came in from outside, 'we got a shit storm coming to our front door people,' he said cocking his shotgun. A loud voice boomed over every speaker system in the place... 'Eyes Only, I know you're somewhere in that toxic dump; now I got two hundred mercenaries surrounding Terminal City. So either come out to me and identify yourself,' Klaas' (Vivian) voice said, 'or die in that bio hazardous wasteland...!' * Max followed Kalm to the outskirts of the city (with his connections he easily got past the sector blockade). They arrived at an old sluice building, where Kalm parked his Lamborghini Murciélago and got out; so she too cut the engine of her Ninja, stepping off it. They entered the concrete building and Max heard the running water stream around them... 'Hallo X5,' Max heard the deep voice say, and looked up to find herself once again staring at the hulking figure of the Soto Mark. She looked on in horror as it appeared he was having surgery while awake; a gaping hole in his chest being sewn closed by a doctor. She heard the click of the revolver behind her and acted on trained instinct; she turned, disarmed Kalm, and then snapped his neck, before pointing the gun at D'Arc (Kalm's corpse dropping into the streaming water and was washed away). 'Damn, that was cold,' D'Arc grinned, 'and from what I read on you, I thought you didn't use guns?' 'I'm willing to make an exception this once,' Max spat, trying hard not to show how nervous she was; or how afraid! ...'How'd you know I wasn't my clone?' she demanded. D'Arc smiled, 'Coz I had your clone. Please put the gun down, you're embarrassing yourself.' 'Fuck you!' Max spat, holding the revolver steadily on him. 'You're throwing pebbles at god, X5,' he chimed back, 'that pea-shooter ain't gonna do shit ta me, and you know it.' Now 'course I could kill ya, but what would that it get me?' Max relaxed her stance slightly and threw the gun aside, 'whatta you want?' Strangely, D'Arc had a sad look in his eyes- stranger still, was that it was genuine... 'Me?' ...'I wanna be human again...' *** Cast Max (X5-452): Jessica Alba Logan Cale: Michael Weatherly Alec (X5-494): Jensen Ackles Joshua (no barcode): Kevin Durand Guests Sam (X5-453): Jessica Alba D'Arc (The Soto Mark): Michael Clark Duncan Mole (Transhuman): Brian Jensen Luke (Transhuman): Fred Ewanuik Vivian Shevchenko/Klaas: Stana Katic Dix (Transhuman): Darcy Laurie Klaas impersonator: Neal McDonough Hun-Yu Soto: James Kyson Lee Udrik 'UK' Kalm: Dennis Hopper In Honour of Michael Clark Duncan December 10, 1957 -- September 3, 2012 Dark Angel: Mirror Crack'd Ch. 04 R.I.P *** Next in DARK ANGEL: MIRROR CRACK'D... "Now, this is the scene at Terminal City's gates, where unknown mercenary commandoes are holding police at bay under heavy assault gun fire. For KPJK news, this is Trisha Ryback reporting..." 'I am the lesser of two evils. That bitch will burn the goddamn city down to find that Eyes Only,' D'Arc said. 'I want it outta me.' 'The Soto Mark Implant?' Max asked rhetorically. If she was going to get passed those mercs and into Terminal City to Logan, she was going to need help, and right now; he was all she had... Logan was pale and his eyes were bloodshot. Logan coughed into his sleeve and put the glasses back on looking up at her and smiling weakly, 'You need to get out of Terminal City, you've been contaminated,' Sam said. Your boss has the place surrounded; Klaas mercenaries and the cops have been in a fire fight for hours. We're stuck here.' we're the ones who got you're family to safety...' Klaas turned to the X6, 'you're to infiltrate Terminal City and find Eyes Only and X5-452; I want both of them, alive...' Max crouched down behind the parapet of the roof she was on, D'Arc coming up behind her; and peeked down over into the streets. The Seattle police and Klaas' mercs were still firing at each other ... 'Shit,' Max sighed, 'looks dicey...' She used her enhanced vision to survey the battleground and saw the Officer in charge speaking over a radio. She gathered her focus and moved, running as fast as she could through the warzone... , 'you know I got a look at Max's file from her last stay at Manticore under Elizabeth Renfro,' Sam said, 'how she was infected with a virus set to target the genetic code of Eyes Only. I see the way you look at 452, that longing, yet you never ever touch her...' you look at me and you think her...' 'I'm willing to play the part as thanks...' ... Logan turned and sat on the table letting Sam take control, the clone slowly trust up and down, working her sculpted feminine body up and down over his cock. Logan groaned then grunted before he reached out and cupped Sam's ample breasts, kneading the soft flesh gently... ... Joshua barked, baring his teeth and ran at him, then clawed him in the face; he then punched D'Arc in the gut and as he lurched forward he wrapped his arm around his thick neck. Joshua looked up to find Max standing there. 'Let'm go Joshua, his with me.' * DARK ANGEL MIRROR CRACK'D CHAPTER 5 By INYOTEF© COMING SOON SEASSONS GREETINGS FROM INYOTEF!!! Dark Angel: Mirror Crack'd Ch. 05 Authors note: Just wanted to again mention thanks for the support. Only other thing is that it wasn't my intention to change D'Arc from being the arch-villain in the story; but seeing how Michael Clark Duncan died while I was writing this series; I chose to honour him; Rest in peace Michael; always felt you were an underappreciated actor. Sorry for that sentimentality; enjoy the story and hit me back, same as always -- INYOTEF ;) *** Previously in DARK ANGEL: MIRROR CRACK'D... ...Max rode up to the gate of the compound... She stopped in font of the gate and looked at the camera that moved to view her, then pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and blew smoke into the lens... 'You're not handing me the implant, so I take it you failed?' Klaas observed. 'There, were complications,' Max said. 'Accelerated Progeria will do the trick on his genetic code, 453....' Progeria! They had synthesized the rare genetic disease into some sort of weapon... ... Sam opened her eyes , she was naked, and lying in the trunk of a car... 'He wants to take over, my prototype wants me to complete another implant to sell, or he will kill me..' Soto said breathing heavily while at the same time in tears. 'So, Frankenstein figured he had a say since he has all the muscles, huh?' Sam smirked. D'Arc pulled her up and she got out of the trunk to find herself under an overpass, 'so what the hell do you want?' Sam. D'Arc smirked as he pulled a vile out of his pocket, the T-734; 'tell me about this, what's it do?' Sam looked at him in an "As if" sort of way... 'You know I'm not a monster.. I was just some gang banger punk from the Bronx who killed a Congressman and was lined up for the gas chamber...' 'Then they pull me off Death Row to test a new kickass implant, and now I'm some super powered motherfucker,' 'Me.. I don't feel pain anymore,' he said, lifting his blood-stained vest and showing her the gaping hole in his chest from where the pole had pierced through... 'But I'm betting you do; a whole lot...' 'Save it,' Sam said sitting up, 'I'm trained to withstand torture. You'd just be wasting your time...' 'Don't mean it won't be fun...' he smiled... Drawing up ever so slowly Max gasped as his cock slid partially out of her then sank down again, taking him deep into her convulsing cunt. She went a bit faster, letting a bit more of him slide out, but every time she slammed her waist back down so he could fill her up ... The door opened and they both froze as Vivian Shevchenko walked in... Klaas just about pushed Max off him in shock and in that instant- the truth was revealed... Max sat up, looking from Klaas to Vivian; taking note of the worry in his face and the anger in hers- 'His not Klaas is he?' she said, 'you are!' 'Do not attempt to adjust your set; this is a Streaming Freedom video bulletin...' 'Many of the war mongers around the world know Vivian Shevchenko as the personal assistant of Klaas. This has been an elaborate rouse to bamboozle all who were foolish enough to believe the lie...' 'Her real name is Femmke Yartsev- And she IS Klaas!' 'You really are a nasty pig,' came Max's voice from the shadows. Udrik froze in shock, grabbing the revolver from under his pillow and waving a shaky hand around... Everything after happened in a blur: he was pulled out the bed and flew thru the balcony door smashing through the glass; then he felt himself hoisted in the air before he was staring down thirty stories at the street below... He looked up to find the pissed off X5 clutching his ankle... 'You got pull with the right people, and I need to know where Klaas is, she went underground.' 'You mean that Femmke chick, ya, Eyes Only opened a can of worms there, baby, word is she put a million dollar bounty on anyone who can unmask him- dead only! I hear their zero'n in. the next time he does his little feed, bam! Bye bye baby...' Max forced herself to hide her concern for Logan, adopting a poker face as she unclasped her bra and showed off her round tits. Max panted, and huffed as she was rocked; Kalm over her, thrusting in and out of her needy pussy. But he wasn't a young man and his stamina was waning, so he slumped on top of her breathing heavily. He licked the salty sweat off her cheek then rolled off of her, his hard cock slipping from her sex and spilling her fluids on her ass... Sam stumbled into the lair at Terminal City; the group of Transhumans looking at her... 'Logan!' Joshua screamed a slight growl in his voice, trouble, many men!' A loud voice boomed over every speaker system in the place... 'Eyes Only, I know you're somewhere in that toxic dump; now I got two hundred mercenaries surrounding Terminal City...' Max followed Kalm to the outskirts of the city. They arrived at an old sluice building. She heard the click of the revolver behind her and acted on trained instinct; she turned disarmed Kalm then snapped his neck. 'Hallo X5,' Max heard the deep voice say, and looked up to find herself once again staring at the hulking figure of the Soto Mark, 'Whatta you want?' she asked him. ...'I wanna be human again...' *** "Terror on the streets of Seattle, as is the scene in front of the gates preventing access into Terminal City; a place known for being a biohazard..." "The world was shocked two days ago when the notorious cyber journalist known by the hacker alias, Eyes Only to the people of Seattle sent out a worldwide broadcast in which he accused Leading Technologies & Dynamics CEO, Vivian Shevchenko of being the most wanted arms dealer in the world; Klaas. These allegations caused quite a stir, as Shevchenko's alleged identity Femmke Yartsev is wanted in Russia for a string of murders..." "Now, this is the scene at Terminal City's gates, where unknown mercenary commandoes are holding police at bay under heavy assault riffle fire. The reason? Allegedly the mercenaries work for Klaas, and the cyber journalist Eyes Only is trapped in Terminal City...!" "If this is a ploy at revenge for unmasking her, the footage from police hover drones shows a war at the gates of Terminal City. Officer in charge, Matt Sung, has urged residents in the area to stay away, and has requested help from armed forces..." "For KPJK news, this is Trisha Ryback reporting." Max stood there watching the news trying hard to control her emotions... She felt the cold fear of uncertainty, as well as rage toward Klaas; but mostly she was concerned for Logan's life and safety. He couldn't stay in Terminal City too long; he wasn't immune like the transgenics and transhumans. 'Ya know, I ain't the most moral person in the world,' D'Arc said coming up behind her, 'but I am the lesser of two evils. That bitch will burn the goddamn city down to find that Eye-' 'Where's Sam and Soto?' Max said, cutting him short. Humanity! That's what he said he wanted back; she turned and looked at the fresh scar of the surgery done on his chest; in three days it would barely be noticeable... 'She got away, saw me as a threat,' he replied. 'Gee, I wonder why,' Max snapped looking up at him with contempt; though the scrapes from her first encounter with him were long healed, she could still feel the phantom pain. 'The drug she wanted to use on me, I wanted to know what it was so I could take down Klaas; maybe even get a clean slate from the Feds. But she got away and took Soto with her; maybe threatening her wasn't the best play...' He laughed out loud, but it wasn't joy reflected on his face, it was sorrow; self-pity, 'it's a bit like smoking y'know; you think it's so cool till you get hooked; then it's a bitch quitting.' He smashed his hand straight thru the concrete wall making Max flinch... 'I want it outta me.' 'The Soto Mark Implant?' Max asked rhetorically, 'it's imbedded in your brain stem, and you have nano-recepters all in your nerve end-' 'English, please? Damn,' D'Arc complained clutching his head. 'Look! there are little microscopic sensors in your nerves sending signals to the implant, it gives you bitch'n strength and blocks out all pain, but it's also a real bitch to get out of you...' 'And Eyes Only knows the only person who can help.' He looked down at her, 'so you roll with Eyes Only, huh?' He grabbed his big leather coat and pulled out the T-734, tossing it to Max, 'consider it a peace offering.' Max stared at the liquid; so this was what accelerated Progeria looked like. She momentarily considered using it on D'Arc, but just as quickly dismissed the idea. If she was going to get passed those mercs and into Terminal City to Logan, she was going to need help, and right now; he was all she had. * Sam's brown eyes fluttered open... Her vision- at first blurry- quickly cleared and the shadowy silhouette above her was revealed to be Logan. 'How are you feeling?' he asked her. She groaned as she lifted herself up, the blanket covering her slipping off- and feeling she was naked- she quickly gripped it and held it above her breasts, 'my body hurts, that Soto Mark is damn strong. How long was I out?' 'About 28 hours,' Logan replied taking off his glasses and rubbing his eyes. Sam looked at him, and this time took notice; he was pale and his eyes were bloodshot. Logan coughed into his sleeve and put the glasses back on looking up at her and smiling weakly. 'You need to get out of Terminal City, you've been contaminated.' 'Yeah, don't I know it,' he scoffed, 'but it's easier said than done. Your boss has the place surrounded; Klaas' mercenaries and the cops have been in a fire fight for hours. We're stuck here.' Sam looked down in shame, 'I did what I had t-' 'Yet we're the ones who got you're family to safety...' Sam's head snapped up in shock, as if she hadn't heard right. 'Well sort of..their stuck here too, your husband has already begun to show signs of contamination.' 'Wh- where are they... please?' Sam asked, her eyes tearing. * Del stood with her hands behind her back, her posture rigid, and her eyes straight ahead. Klaas (or Vivian) circled her, smirking to herself... 'You can tell me nothing about the inhabitants of Terminal City, X6-899?' 'Vagrants ma'am; and the lost who don't want to be found. And there are rumours...' 'Rumours?' Klaas fished. ...'Some say the transhumans who fled to Seattle after Manticore was destroyed made Terminal City their new home,' Del explained. 'How many are we talking about?' 'Maybe a hundred or more, as well as a few transgenics; probably including X5-452.' Klaas walked to her desk and picked up the photo of Max; she looked at it thoughtfully... the X5 who crumbled her empire, who exposed her to the world. The reason Muda Yobo and a hundred other war mongers now wanted her dead. She would find this bitch; find her and find Eyes Only and gouge their eyes out before killing them, slowly; Klaas relished the thought and tore the photo in half... ...'Ma'am...? Del said, getting her attention. She turned to the X6, 'you're to infiltrate Terminal City and find Eyes Only and X5-452; I want both of them, alive. Bring them to me and I'll make sure you get 50% of all the money I can get from my assets. The Russian government froze many of my slush accounts but I still have at least $20 million; agreed?' Del relaxed her stance and looked Klaas in the eye then shook her hand, 'agreed.' DARK ANGEL MIRROR CRACK'D Max crouched down behind the parapet of the roof she was on, D'Arc coming up behind her; there she peeked down over into the streets. The Seattle police and Klaas' mercs were still firing at each other; cops ducked behind police cars and vans and the mercs were in an old condemned building... 'Shit,' Max sighed, 'looks dicey.' 'Not from where I'm standing,' D'Arc commented, 'I say we drop down there and stomp a hole through all those pussies.' Max was reminded that while the Soto Mark lamented his inhuman abilities; he was still by all accounts a murderer and common gangbanger, 'not a chance!' she asserted, 'we ain't killing cops...' 'Sides, the Officer in charge is a friend.' 'Have it your way baby-cakes,' D'Arc shrugged, 'long as you're on the level about this dude who can get the implant out, we do it your way...' 'Just know; patience ain't one of my virtues.' 'Relax Godzilla,' she fenced, 'just stay put while I assess the playing field a sec.' She leapt over the wall and dropped five stories into the alleyway; the merc patrolling there turning on hearing the thud- assault riffle at the ready- to find nothing there. Gloved hands wrapped around his head from behind and Max gripped him in a chokehold feeling him fight momentarily before his body went limp. She placed him on the ground then hugged the wall as she moved to the alley's entrance. She used her enhanced vision to survey the battleground and saw Detective Matt Sung speaking over a radio. She gathered her focus and moved, running as fast as she could through the warzone, bullets zipping past her, then lunged out and dived thru the window of an old TV repair shop. Sung saw the crash and pulled out his berretta; then he moved in- two officers bringing up the rear- holding a flashlight to light his way through the, dark, dusty store, 'keep your eyes open boys, we keep these assholes at bay, at least until help comes..' 'Help!' scoffed one of the officers, 'National guard ain't been worth shit since the Pulse.' 'Tell me about it,' the other cop snorted. 'Quiet, and eyes open,' Sung ordered, 'these men are trained soldiers.' There was a blur of black then a crash; Sung spun around the beam of his flashlight falling on one of the cops lying out cold over the stores counter. Next he heard a gurgle before turning to see the other slump down face first on the grimy floor. Sung's heart drummed in his chest and he willed himself to stay calm; then he jumped as he heard a voice, 'Sorry, needed to get you alone.' He turned and had his gun on Max, 'YOU!' 'Eyes Only always trusted you; you're one of the few good cops left in this city, I need your help.' 'So, I'm guessing he really is trapped in Terminal City,' Sung said lowering his gun. 'Yeah, and I gotta get to him before he dies of contamination,' Max confirmed. 'My priority is a problem with mercs which is quickly spiralling outta control, and I'm losing cops,' he said pointing outside, where the gunfire could be heard. 'I get that,' Max acknowledged, 'but those mercs are after Eyes Only, the guy who tells it like it is, and ain't on the hustle like every other degenerate city official and wanebe. How many bad guys did you bag coz'a his intel, Detective Sung?!' Max spat. 'Hey, if I can get him out of there I'll do my best, but nobody's getting within a square mile of Terminal City. And then there's the risk of contamination to-' 'There's a manhole where your command van is parked, the sewers beneath leads into Terminal City, I need you to get me and a friend there, and I'll take care of the rest.' 'A friend?' Sung questioned, raising an eyebrow. - Matt Sung stood over the manhole, looking around him nervously to make sure the three cops he sent off to check the perimeter didn't return early. His eyes widened in shock as he looked at the gargantuan man following Max. He walked up to Sung, bent down and pulled up the manhole covering flipping it aside as if it were a Frisbee, then dropped into the sewer without a word. Max knelt down ready to go in herself, 'thanks Sung,' she said without looking up, then dropped into the sewer as well. 'Who the hell is this girl,' Sung asked out loud. * Sam ran her fingers through her husband's short hair as he rested; like Logan's his face was pale and there were dark rings around his eyes; clutched in his arms beside him was their son, his own eyes still damp with tears as he slept. She took an old blanket and draped it over them, allowing herself a weak smile and a sigh of relief, then gently kissed them both on their foreheads. She turned around and walked out of the room, shutting the door behind her, and then turned to Logan putting her arms around him hugging him... 'That's the second time you helped me... and the second time I bit your hand (She was referring to her hunting down Max for Ames White), thank you...' She looked up at him, still close, her toned body pressed to his, 'what can I do to repay you?' Logan again felt a stirring in his pants, with someone that looked- smelt- like Max, standing close to him; someone he could touch without dropping dead, it was impossible for it not to effect him! However being the man of lofty moral standards he was, he backed away and lowered his eyes, 'It'd be great if you were in for getting us out of here before we die; those of us who aren't immune to biohazards that is...' It wasn't soon enough though; Sam had already felt his hard-on pressing against her. She smiled to herself, a little flattered, 'sure, I can do that...' She took a step toward him, 'you know I got a look at Max's file from her last stay at Manticore under Madame X; Elizabeth Renfro...' Logan looked up at her... 'How she was infected with a virus set to target the genes of Eyes Only,' she paused so that what she was saying could sink in, 'I see the way you look at 452, that longing, yet you never ever touch her, not even a friendly pat on the back...' Logan grew warm with frustration, 'why are you telling me this?' 'C'mon you think I didn't feel your, arousal, just now?' Sam asked subconsciously licking her full lips, 'you look at me and you think her!' Again Logan cast his eyes down in shame. 'I'm willing to play the part as thanks.' His eyes shot back up in surprise. 'What?' Sam shrugged, 'I'm Manticore trained remember; it's just sex.' * The grimy sewer tunnels stank of raw sewage and noxious chemical wastes that had had an effect even on the rats, as their decaying corpses lay on the ground and floated in the murky water. D'Arc grit his teeth, the thick vein in his neck pulsing as he tugged at the bars denying access into Terminal City; there was a loud groan, then a crack as the steel bars broke free under the immense strength of the Soto Mark. D'Arc threw the bars aside, and moved through the tunnel, Max following behind him, 'so, what happened to Soto, I thought you two were joined at the hip?' she asked him. 'I done told you, that greedy little wimp followed the other X5, out when she escaped; by the look of it she didn't seem too bothered with assisting him. I'd of chased them down but my body was giving in on itself, so I had to have the hole in my chest patched up.' 'Hmph,' Max smirked as they continued on, 'we're not far off now. Once we get in you better keep your ass hid, half the transgenics up there know what you are.' 'I can handle myself mamma,' D'Arc snapped. 'Against a hundred government trained super-soldiers? Don't count on it buddy.' They carried on another fifteen minutes till Max put her hand up signalling they should stop; then she looked up at the manhole above them, 'this is it; paydirt.' 'Not that I don't trust you,' D'Arc said, pushing Max aside as if she were a toddler making her stumble back, 'but I'm going first.' 'Suit yerself,' Max shrugged, scowling at the sleeve of her suede jacket that was covered in green gunk. He turned and climbed up the ladder and pushed up the cover of the manhole, immerging in an alleyway. He got out and looked around to find empty canisters, rubbish, and bonfires around him; then he heard a shuffle in the darkness. D'Arc tried to peer through it then flinched as something sprang at him and tried to claw his face! He reacted instantly grabbing it by the throat and clenched his teeth as he saw its furry, black, feline face; a transhuman. The cat-lady kicked her foot into him and flipped back then clawed at his chest cutting his vest at scraping some of the stitching loose, drawing blood with her razor sharp nails. D'Arc swung his huge arms around her and grabbed her in a bear-hug; and she squealed and struggled in vane as she heard her own bones break. Dark Angel: Mirror Crack'd Ch. 05 There was a loud yell and the Soto Mark dropped the cat-lady and turned to catch a blur of movement and then stumbled back as Alec tried to spear him to the ground. He lifted Alec into the air and fell backwards with him in a zuplex; Alec squirming as pain shot up his back... 'Yaargh!' D'Arc groan as he was shot in the shoulder, then again in the arm (though not in pain but in anger). He turned in rage seeing red on catching sight of Mole with his shotgun...! 'Awwe shit!' Mole grit spiting his cigar away, and aiming at the hulk of a man. D'Arc was about to charge him when someone unusually strong, even for him, gripped him and locked his arms behind his head; he turned to catch a glimpse of a snarling face behind him and heard a rumbling growl. Joshua lifted D'Arc into the air and threw him across the alley into the bonfire, his coat catching alight. He got up and tore the thick leather coat off tossing it aside, his muscles bulging through the black vest he wore and veins popping out of his biceps. 'Heh, so doggy, ya wanna play, huh?' Joshua barked, baring his teeth and ran at him and clawed him in the face; he then punched D'Arc in the gut and as he lurched forward he wrapped his arm around his thick neck. The Soto Mark yelled out and gripped the belt of Joshua's pants then ran and speared him right through a concrete wall. Smoke and dust swirled as they rose to there feet; D'Arc again lunging a massive fist at Joshua who side stepped, grabbing him around the neck from behind then pushed his knee into his, D'Arc's, lower back and pulled with all his strength. D'Arc grit trying to get out of the manoeuvre before he would hear his own spine snap, then heard a sharp whistle... Joshua looked up to find Max standing there with her fingers in her mouth. 'Let'm go Joshua, his with me.' Joshua growled still holding D'Arc in the back-breaking grip, 'his bad Max; must take him, take him down; he is dangerous. Hurts us; hurts Alec!' Max walked up to Joshua and put her hand on him, 'you gotta trust me big fella, let'm go, please?' Joshua- like a dog who had been called off the attack- dropped D'Arc who slumped onto the ground. He looked up at the canine transhuman, and for a brief second, there was a flash of fear in his eyes. Max looked at Joshua with that same concern in her eyes, having that feeling of always having to look out for him, 'heard bout all the shit going down outside, how're y'all hold'n up?' 'Things are bad, Max; many men come, they come for Logan; others,' he looked around at his fellow transhumans, 'others want to give him up; but I said no; Logan is friend- Logan is one of us!' 'I know you got his back,' Max smiled, and then looked around 'where is he anyways?' - Max walked through the dank, rusted corridors of the transhumans hideout looking for Logan, she was worried about him, about what condition he'd be in after being exposed to the contaminates of Terminal City for almost three days. She had to get him to safety, back to Sandeman's house, she had to- She stopped in her tracks, her sensitive hearing picking up noises ahead; what sounded like moaning or whimpering- What sounded like her moaning and whimpering! She moved toward one of the rusted steel doors, it led to a sort of mechanical garage, and opened it carefully then peeked inside... Her heart stopped when she saw Sam sitting with her back to her, Max, her firm round butt on the work table, her legs spread open with a mans hands gripping her hips as he buried his head between her legs. Sam arched back and put her shoulders on the cold metal table and Max saw her shiver, her, Sam's firm round tits jiggling as she moved, her nipples jutting out, either from arousal or from the cold air. She moaned out a loud groan as the man (whom Max still couldn't see properly) worked between her legs undoubtedly nibbling at her clit or lapping at her tight pussy. Then Max nearly squeaked out loud as he got to his feet; she turned out of the way before he could see her; it was Logan! Logan was in there fucking her clone! How could he Max thought. Then she thought again- How could he? She couldn't touch Logan or she'd infect him with the Retrovirus; surely Sam would have the same effect, wouldn't she? Unless...? Max pulled down her suede sleeve and looked at the faded genetic codes imbedded in her skin- No, they weren't the same. Sam wasn't like her, didn't have the genetic makeup she did- Sam had junk DNA. That's why she wasn't a carrier of the deadly virus... 'Ahh, god,' Max heard Sam groan. She couldn't help herself; she snuck a peek again... Logan had plunged his cock into her; standing there between her clones spread legs, he had taken her- It was sick! Sick as it was, Max couldn't tear her eyes away, not even when Logan drew out and pushed back in. She watched as he did it again, slowly working into a steady rhythm. He went down and caught one of her nipples in his mouth and latched onto it, all the while working his dick into the slick folds of Sam's wet cunt; Sam herself moaning her approval... How could he Max grit, anger flooding her system, how could he do this? Was this some sick depraved way of him imagining he was with her? Fucking a copy as if she and Sam were the same person. And Sam, screwing Logan; what did she get out of it? Her family was safe, Joshua said so; so was she fucking Logan just for kicks? But even with the anger, the disgust; Max somehow found the whole experience surreal, and without really fighting it, she was imagining that she was Sam on that table, that she could swap places and feel Logan pushing deep into her delectable quim. So she continued watching, feeling flustered (from arousal more than from anger) as Sam rode her legs up Logan's waist, whimpering as he drove into her again and again. Max watched as she sat up and latched onto Logan moaning louder and louder as if she didn't care if she was heard. Logan picked her up off the table and Max gasped as Sam continued to trust up and down; now able to see his cock plunging deep into her sopping sex with her enhanced telescopic vision. Logan turned and sat on the table letting Sam take control, and Max shuddered as she watched her clone slowly trust up and down, working her sculpted feminine body up and down over his cock. She heard Logan groan then grunt before he reached out and cupped Sam's ample breasts, kneading the soft flesh gently. With that Sam started letting go and bounced up and down roughly, steading herself by placing her hands on his chest. Logan's hands dropped to her waist and he held them as he started slapping up into her harder and harder. Max could tell that Sam was close; it was that determined yet lust-filled look on her face, the same one she herself got when she felt her orgasm building. She watched as Sam mimicked her own sexual manoeuvres, grinding into Logan slowly then circling her waist before working her tight, wet pussy slowly up and down his raging cock. She saw Logan twitch and knew Sam was skilfully flexing her cunt muscles as she slid up nearly to the tip of his penis. Then Max held her breath as she watched Sam slam down hard as if breaking the dam of unfathomable pleasure, and with that she- Max herself came- standing there spying on them- she came from just imagining herself as Sam; and in the dull ebbing world beyond her own pleasure, she heard Sam climaxing as well, then heard Logan groan as he filled her with his seed- and in that instant she just barely heard his groan.. 'OhhMaax...!' ...Max slid down the wall on her ass feeling how wet her panties were; she had never experienced anything like that before, but the bliss was interrupted as again Sam's voice broke through... 'Logan? Logan wake up!' Max shot up and ran into the room, Sam looking up in horror as she was still sitting there with Logan's cock inside her. She jumped off him, 'Max- I-' 'Whatever,' Max dismissed her mumbling looking down at Logan. He was out cold, his body in a cold sweat, though not from the sex; and there was a trickle of blood running down out of his mouth... 'We need to get him up, I can't touch him,' Max said not looking at Sam. Sam looked at her, then got the message and quickly got her clothes on before dressing Logan as well... - 'He doesn't look too good Maxie,' Alec said looking down at Logan. He was still unconscious, his breathing barely there, and his pulse was weak. Max crouched down beside him and looked at him fighting back her tears; he was growing paler, and was now almost as white as a sheet. She looked at his lips, they were chapped and when Dix had swabbed his mouth he found it bloody; if he stayed in Terminal City another 12 hours he wouldn't make it. 'Dix, what's news from the outside world?' she asked. 'Not good, Max; cops and mercs are still at war,' Dix said, 'and there's been no response from the army or the National Guard, hell not even the Feds are willing to fight near Terminal City.' Max stood up and walked out of the room, she then marched down the corridor and onto the balcony looking out over the boarders of Terminal City; with her enhanced vision she could see them out there- the cops and mercs- the streets red with blood, and police hover drones recording everything. Hope! Logan always believed it was there no matter how bad things got; it's why he did what he did. Max wasn't as big a believer; but given he givens, she could use some now... 'Sam?' Max heard the voice behind her and turned to see Sam's husband, Steve, standing there; only then realising she was still disguised as her clone. 'Hey,' she greeted back, yet not exactly telling him she wasn't Sam. He walked up to her and hugged her, holding her close, 'I'm so sorry. You told me so many times to be careful, taught me how to spot strange people in the crowd; how to run and get in contact with you without being traced- God I'm sorry.' It's- ok,' Max said not sure how else to respond, patting his back. ...'And Johnny, god our boy was so scared, he kept asking for you.' 'Shhh,' Max hushed him, and hugged him back. He pulled his head off her shoulder and kissed her hard, pressing his lips to hers and pushing his tongue into her mouth. Max allowed it, kissing him back, standing there on the rusted balcony and making out with her clones husband. Her conscience prickled and told her what she was doing was wrong; that she should push him off her, but her mind fenced that this was payback- payback for Sam screwing Logan... She pushed Sam's man (whose name she didn't even know) against the brick wall, grinning at him then dropped to her knees, there she unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans. She pulled it down and pulled out his long smooth cock breathing harshly over it. Steve felt her warm breath over his erection and groaned, 'hun, you haven't done this since we were dating.' Max grinned wider, 'yeah, well, I missed you.' With that she slipped his hard dick in her mouth and ran her plump lips up and down his length, bobbing her head gently. Steve ran his hands through her dark hair, groaning into the orange hued sky. Max sucked hard building up saliva as she used her hand to jack off this latest stranger. She cast her eyes up looking at him, watching as he grimaced in sexual agony. His dick slipped out of her mouth and fell onto her face, his pre-cum oozing over her cheek. She wiped it off and worked it into his cock as she slowly masturbated him. She rose to her feet and pecked him on his lips then loosened her pants slipping it down over her hips, then pulled off her coat and dropped it on the floor, turning her back on him and leaning against the stone wall, ' take me,' she said huskily. Steve's eyes were wide with surprise and lust, 'damn, I barely recognise you.' 'Well this is the soldier in me,' she smirked. He shuffled behind her, 'It's like you're in Heat, and you know how much I love it when you're in Heat,' he grinned. With that he propped his cock against her pussy lips and slid inside her with a long growl. Max bit her lip as she felt the unfamiliar stiff penis open and stretch her vagina, entering her body; god it felt good. She clenched down on it and swooned as he gripped her hips and pushed harder, the hard cock sliding so deep inside her. She was still so wet from watching Sam and Logan and that moisture made it all the more pleasurable as the friction built with him pumping his cock in and out of her. Her breathing quickly picked up with each trust, feeling him lunge deeper and deeper into her wickedly sexy body. She flexed her vaginal muscles and squeezed his cock which made him groan and go even deeper still. Steve was all the way in now; she could feel it with the long thrusts he was taking. She was getting hotter the pleasure was growing and filling her slowly, her heart was pounding in her chest. 'Oh god,' she moaned as he pushed his hand under her shirt and felt her up, groping her breast, her hard nipple rubbing against his palm making her shiver. 'Awwe, Sam, I love you,' she heard him moan, for a brief moment it broke the flow for her; but he placed his hand over her forehead snapping her head back and ploughed into her harder. She whimpered with him breathing hot air on her cheek, then shivered feeling his cock pulse in her body as it drove in and out of her oily sex. She pushed her ass into his groin working her rear back and forth in unison with his intense fucking. The rapture burned within her, coiling in her gut rapidly, rising and begging to consume her, and there was nothing more she wanted right now than for that to happen! Steve's cock was filling her with every rough plunge teasing all the right nerves, rubbing up against her clit sending pulsing vibrations thru the bundle of nerves. She arched her back, pushing her chest into his molesting hands and driving his cock farther into her quim making it leak, the warmth and dampness of her flow wetting her inner thighs. She craned her neck and looked at him biting her lower lip; he moved in and kissed her again and her tongue duelled with his as they swapped spit, but never did he stop working her tender slit. Feeling her legs wobble she pulled herself upright, moaning as she felt his penis slip out of her cunt. She turned and looked down at his cock; it was drenched with her wetness and standing proud. She pulled off her pants and walked over to the rusted steel railing of the balcony they were on; then hoisted herself up so that she was sitting on it with her ass half hanging over. Steve came between her legs and she lowered herself slightly till he could get back at her sweet sex. He looked deep into her brown eyes as her pushed into her again and she swooned a seconded time as she felt his throbbing member fill her. He slid partially out then drove in, her eyes fluttering, then did it again; her body once again livening and quivering. 'Oh god, ohshit, ohh, ohh, ohh,' Max moaned as the sensual friction and slapping went on between her thighs jarring her entire body. She looked down and watched herself getting fucked, watched the reddening shaft glide in and out of her squelching sex. She reached down and rubbed her clitoris; the action immediately sending vibrations shooting through her. The sensations were collapsing into each other and flooding her, brimming to the top; just-a-little-more-and- Max gave out a breathless scream as she caved under the pleasure; it flushed through her being- sending her to cloud nine for a moment in time that lasted an eternity- then all at once her pussy tightened before she felt him, the stranger she was fucking groan and pulse deep inside her then filled her with his ejaculation. Her breathing came out in gasps as her body shuddered for a few titillating seconds before she felt extreme relaxation... Sam's husband slid his cock out of her looking her in the eye; then all of a sudden a wave of uncertainty flashed across his features, 'y-you're- Oh god... 'You're not Sam,' he said. She didn't answer, she just sat there with a smug look on her face; and in so doing she had in fact answered. Mortified, Steve pulled up his pants and rushed away, leaving her there on the old balcony. Max pulled on her pants and fixed her shirt- wasn't like Sam was the perfect modal wife, she thought... Then why did she feel so crummy; whoever said revenge was sweet was a spaz... - 'Y'know, I don't remember part of our deal being me sitting in a damn dark room with a watchdog,' D'Arc said as Max entered the room where they had kept Sean Gleason. Max looked back at Joshua who stood half covered in shadows leaning against the wall, 'a precaution...' she shrugged. ...'You want the Soto Mark out of you, and we want out of Terminal City before my friend dies, thing is-' 'Klaas' men are out there,' D'Arc smirked. 'Right; so the question is...' 'Are you gonna help us cancel that bitch once and for all?' TO BE CONCLUDED *** Cast Max (X5-452): Jessica Alba Logan Cale: Michael Weatherly Alec (X5-494): Jensen Ackles Joshua (no barcode): Kevin Durand Guests Sam (X5-453): Jessica Alba D'Arc (The Soto Mark): Michael Clark Duncan Del (X6-899): Moon Bloodgood Klaas: StanaKatic Mole (Transhuman): Brian Jensen Dix (Transhuman): Darcy Laurie Det. Matt Sung: Byron Mann Steve (Sam's husband): Jim Thorburn Johnny (Sam's adopted son): Cameron Bright In Honour of Michael Clark Duncan December 10, 1957 -- September 3, 2012 R.I.P *** Next in DARK ANGEL: MIRROR CRACK'D... 'So you really wanna do this 452; take the war to Klaas,' Sam said walking up behind Max who was standing on the roof overlooking Terminal City. Max didn't answer her; still pissed off that she had fucked Logan. 'Well, you may wanna rethink you whole no guns policy, she said pulling out her twin glocks and putting on her shades. DARK ANGEL MIRROR CRACK'D CHAPTER 6 By INYOTEF© COMING SOON Dark Angel: Mirror Crack'd Ch. 06 Disclaimer: Dark Angel and related characters are the property of James Cameron, Charles H. Eglee, and the Fox Network; I do not own any rights to it. This is an action-erotic fan-fiction based on the canceled TV series that starred Jessica Alba in the lead role (Max); therefore if you are unfamiliar with the TV show, you will be unable to follow the story. This parody is written for entertainment purposes only; I do not make any money off writing it. My apologies for any spelling/grammatical errors. Authors Note: I know, I know; I'm back from the dead. Been M.I.A (Missing in Action) for over a year, and I'm sorry about that. But I'm back having completed this installment of X5-452's adventure; but first: Big Thanks to those of you who mailed and commented asking me to write this final chapter it is much appreciated!I also want to thank Supman & SammyColt for reading over my so-called stories. Also a shout out to flirty_but_nice for her well received acknowledgment and also for her suggestions, Unfortunately the well has run dry; and I'm out of ideas for more Dark Angel stories. Sorry about that; hope you guys enjoy this piece of work; it rarely happens but I am particularly proud of this one. Please comment/e mail if you can. Enjoy- INYOTEF ;) Previously in DARK ANGEL: MIRROR CRACK'D... "The world was shocked two days ago when the notorious cyber journalist known by the hacker alias, Eyes Only to the people of Seattle sent out a worldwide broadcast in which he accused Leading Technologies & Dynamics CEO, Vivian Shevchenko of being the most wanted arms dealer in the world; Klaas. "Now, this is the scene at Terminal City's gates, where unknown mercenary commandos are holding police at bay under heavy assault riffle fire... Humanity! That's what he said he wanted back. He smashed his hand straight thru the concrete wall making Max flinch... 'I want it outta me.' 'The Soto Mark Implant?' Max asked... Logan; he was pale and his eyes were bloodshot. Logan coughed into his sleeve. 'You need to get out of Terminal City, you've been contaminated,' Sam said... Klaas turned to the X6, Del, 'you're to infiltrate Terminal City and find Eyes Only and X5-452; I want both of them, alive...' 'Eyes Only always trusted you; you're one of the few good cops left in this city, I need your help,' Max said to Matt Sung... Sam took a step toward Logan, 'you know I got a look at Max's file from her last stay at Manticore under Madame X; Elizabeth Renfro...' 'How she was infected with a virus, 'I see the way you look at 452, that longing, yet you never ever touch her. 'You look at me and you think her...!' D'Arc reacted instantly grabbing it by the throat and clenched his teeth as he saw its furry, black, feline face; a transhuman. He lifted Alec into the air and fell backwards with him in a zuplex; Alec squirming as pain shot up his back. Joshua lifted D'Arc into the air and threw him across the alley into the bonfire; the Soto Mark yelled out and gripped the belt of Joshua's pants then ran and speared him right through a concrete wall. Joshua looked up to find Max standing there with her fingers in her mouth. 'Let'm go Joshua, his with me.' 'Things are bad, Max; many men come, they come for Logan; others,' he looked around at his fellow transhumans, 'others want to give him up; but I said no; Logan is friend- Logan is one of us!' 'Where is he anyways...?' Logan was in there fucking her clone! How could he Max thought. Then she thought again- How could he? Max could tell that Sam was close; it was that determined yet lust-filled look on her face, the same one she herself got when she felt her orgasm building. He was out cold, his body in a cold sweat, though not from the sex; and there was a trickle of blood running down out of his mouth... 'Sam?' Max heard the voice behind her and turned to see Sam's husband, Steve, standing there; only then realising she was still disguised as her clone. Her conscience prickled and told her what she was doing was wrong; that she should push him off her, but her mind fenced that this was payback- payback for Sam screwing Logan. Max gave out a breathless scream as she caved under the pleasure; it flushed through her being- sending her to cloud nine for a moment in time that lasted an eternity- then all at once her pussy tightened before she felt him, the stranger she was fucking groan and pulse deep inside her then filled her with his ejaculation... 'You want the Soto Mark out of you, and we want out of Terminal City before my friend dies, thing is-' 'Klaas' men are out there,' D'Arc smirked. 'Right; so the question is,' Max stated... 'Are you gonna help us cancel that bitch once and for all?' *** Tensions were mounting; the pressure building... Everyone was on edge; everyone was tired of just waiting. Alec sat staring at nothing; the constant thud, thud, thud of him flicking a knife into the wooden table echoing through the dingy factory. Max paced up and down the room listening to the radio... listening to the people talking shit... "Eyes Only should turn himself in. The safety of Seattle is at stake. Eyes Only only cares about him/herself!" She marched up to Alec swiped the knife and flung it in frustration; the blade- just missing Mole's head- lodged deep into a wooden beam. 'Jeez, fer Christ's sake Max,' Mole snapped, 'what the fuck?!' One look at Max's face was enough for him to back off though. 'It ain't worth losing your mind over Maxie,' Alec said calmly, 'Klaas ain't the sector cops, we need to bide our time. Come up with a plan.' 'We're outta time,' Max spat, 'every minute we waste drains the life outta Logan. You expect me to just sit on my ass and watch him die!?' 'No,' Alec said rising to his feet, 'we're all concerned for Logan, Max, but charging out there against a hundred plus trained mercs is a suicide run. And if your head were in the game, you'd know that...' He walked over to her and firmly gripped her shoulders so she would listen to him, 'If this were a live op, you'd be emotionally compromised and benched. So why don't you- Max pushed him off before he could finish, 'screw you, Alec!' Alec looked at her, shocked, then his temper flared; but just then Sam walked in and froze on looking at Max while catching his attention. On seeing her, Max glared, 'whatever,' she snarled, and then marched out of the room. Alec shook his head standing there with his hands on his waist. - Irritated, angry, and helpless Max walked through a passageway fuming; he was such an asshole- Alec thinking he had the right to issue out orders at her.. Emotionally compromised; who did he think he was!? The valve above her releasing gas stopped her mental ranting- Max stopped and looked up at the hissing steam... she squinted at the shiny glint- then she moved back and side-stepped as a knife thrust at her face, just missing her cheek. Del swiped her knife at Max who moved with timed precise evasive tactics; waiting for the right moment to strike.. Max timed the incoming swipe and gripped Del's knife hand; twisting it and locking her arm, immobilizing it. Del grit her teeth as pain shot thru her arm, then thinking quickly she tossed the knife over to her free hand. Max reacted faster, flipping over Del's body, gripping her around her neck and shoving her head into the wall. Del got up, changing knife hands, and lunged at Max; who shot up and slipped her agile body between the pipes above her, swung around it and kicked her, Del, in the chest sending her skidding across the floor. She was back up with a quick jump, moving in and swiping the blade at Max, their arms locking and blocking each other until Del was trying to push the knife and pierce Max's eye.. Max stepped back and threw Del over her hip then quickly did an evasive back flip (a tad off balance). She, Max, landed on her hands and knees, head snapping up to focus on her prey; but Del had vanished. She turned to look at Mole who came running down the passage, shotgun at the ready, then looked up at the small window that swung closed... 'Find her,' Max ordered, and Mole carried on right by her. DARK ANGEL MIRROR CRACK'D 'She's schooling you sweet-cheeks,' D'Arc grinned looking down at Max as she entered the room he was held in, 'playing you for a fool by taunting you with that bitch!' 'We're biding time,' Max snapped, even though she wasn't for the idea in the least, 'so shut your goddamn mouth.' 'Biding time?' he smirked, gripping the wall above him and towering over Max, 'that woman is nice and cushy out there surrounded by her mercs. She knows you can't get outta here...' 'Killing Eyes Only herself, or him dying in here; it don't matter to her; long as she wins.' He turned around and sat down on the sofa then looked up at Max sternly, 'you just keep one thing in mind. If he dies and I don't get this implant outta me.. I will KILL you! And that mutt (Joshua), he ain't gonna stop me.' Max looked at D'Arc square in the eyes, keeping her emotions, her fear, in check. Then she walked out of the room slamming the door behind her. Alec stood outside watching her, his arms folded, and leaning against the wall. 'Make the call,' Max said. 'Max,' he cautioned. 'We're outta options,' Max stated unwaveringly, 'and Logan's outta time...' 'I'll do it myself.' - 'I knew once Klaas h'd yer cornered, you'd com tail 'tween yer legs ta me boyo,' said Sean Gleason, over Skype, 'I jus dinea think it'd be this fas'. 'So I have a proposition for ya,' Max said, ignoring his gloating, 'and it lends in your favor.' Gleason ran his fingers through his goatee, thinking, 'hmmm, you an' ya freaks dun good, I'll give ya that sweetheart, you got balls. Klaas is exposed, an' she's desperate; but you know what happens when you back a lion into a corner don't ya!' 'Yeah, you shoot the bitch in the head b'fore it pounces,' Max countered, 'you got a chance to expand here; what's it gonna be?' 'I'm all ears boyo...' * Steve gripped Sam's shoulders tightly and she pushed her ample chest into him, her tits squashing against his. She ground her waist into his, pussy slurring as his hard cock thrust deep inside her before gliding out and sinking deep in again. She lifted herself up with her arms and rolled her head as she slowly worked his dick in and out herself; shivering from the feeling of soothing bliss. Bracing herself she started bouncing, her ass tapping on his lap; his dick sloshing in and out of her sex rapidly... 'Stev.. eh. Ohgod.. eh-huh, yess,' she moaned as they fucked on the makeshift cot. Steve ran his hands up his wife's curvaceous waist, then over her firm, supple breasts, kneading them roughly. Sam flicked her hair out of her face ever steady in the pace she set; her wet cunt gripping tightly round his girth; her vaginal muscles contracting and clasping his cock. She slowed down a little; now just slowly thrusting the length of his cock, running her hands through her long hair as she looked him full in the face. She bent down and kissed him; gliding her tongue over his; he in turn rolled them over so that he was lying on top of her as they made out tenderly. Sam reached down and gripped his cock, gently rubbing it as they kissed... 'Fffck,' Steve groaned into her mouth, he put his hand over hers and guided his dick back to her vagina and penetrated her. Sam's eyes fluttered as her husband moved inside her; feeling him drive so deep into her, her cunt humming from the pleasure with him pumping, harder, deeper, faster. She wrapped her arms around him, holding him close, her thighs latching onto his waist; His dick pulsing, sweaty and slick inside her wet pussy. Steve's lungs burned as he tried to catch his breath, his dick aching with urgency, he drove into Sam's sopping depths again and again, his balls tingling. His eyes shut tight and he gripped the blanket, toes curling. Sam clenched her vaginal muscles as he lunged into her one last time; it tightened and milked his cock when he lost it and blew his load into her... They laid there in each other's arms for a moment enjoying the afterglow of the pleasure they shared before Steve rolled off his wife and sat on the edge of the cot clutching his face in his hands. Sam got up and put her arms around him, resting her head on his shoulder. 'We gonna get through this,' she told him reassuringly. 'Sam, I did something.. I,' 'Don't. We'll work things out when we get outta this...' 'I did things I promised you I wouldn't do again to get you safe,' Sam confessed, 'I love you...' ...'I love you too...' Steve lied back down and Sam cuddled up against him... * A couple of hours later, everything was set, Max stood next to her motorbike thinking solomly when she heard Sam approaching. 'So you really wanna do this 452; take the war to Klaas,' Sam said walking up behind Max who was standing on the roof overlooking Terminal City. Max didn't answer her; still pissed off that she had fucked Logan. 'Well, you may wanna rethink your whole no-guns policy,' she said pulling out her twin glocks and putting on her shades. Max slid on her own shades the straddled her bike and started it up, she looked over at Biggs, 'alright, les do this.' Biggs winked at her then sped off down the street with his own motorbike. The trio of X5's zigzagged through Terminal City's streets towards the entrance focused on the battle to come. Max looked up at the rooftops as the Transhuman's jumped gaps with their unique abiltities. Everything was coming to head; this was it; the time for it all to come to an end; by the end of this she will see Klaas dead or she herself would die bringing that bitch down. Logan wouldn't like the idea of her making deals with scum like Gleason; but that was something Manticore had taught her at a very tender age- the enemy of your enemy is your friend- and it had stuck! Objectives, missions, end goals, army's; she was using everything; all the tactics Manticore had taught her, and it was eating away; slowly eroding the moral fibers Logan had built in her. They stopped before the gates of Terminal City and Max switched off her bike, steadied it, and looked up and around her at the hundred-plus Transgenics and Transhumans. They kept to the shadows and on the rooftops as if this was their natural habitats- isoloated; hidden from mankind. Max shut her eyes and took a deep breath, searching within for the needed courage, then she spoke loudly, 'the world tries to hide us away, keep us locked in cages like some kind of freak mutants, they say we don't deserve the chance to carve our own destiny's. They refuse to take responsibilty for making us what we are, and make us feel like its the right thing to just keel over and die...' 'Well I say: fuck that!' 'I'm tired'a being someone elses bitch, and as long as I have a breath in me- people like Klaas, who have their screwed up god-complexes, thinking they own the world- I will fight them to the last... Here, now; this is where all of us take our stand!' She turned to Biggs and knoded. Biggs in turn picked up a radio and spoke into it, 'right Mr. Gleason, time to step up, over.' There was static, then Sean Gleason responded, 'O I got yer cover com'n righ' up boyo, over an' out.' - The Cops and mercenaries stopped their fighting as all the windows of the bottom three floors in the buildings surounding them were smashed; then canisters of smoke bombs and tear gass were tossed out amoung them... Within mintues nothing could be seen by the hover-drones flying around as the smoke provided a thick layer of cover over the batttle field. Next Sean Gleason's men started firing from their elevated positions at the mercs, who scurried around in an attempt to find cover, and return the assault. Amid the chaos; the gates of Terminal City were smashed open by the impact of a 18-wheeler big-rig truck. It crashed through the baricade of army jeeps, hitting four of the mercs in the process; D'Arc at the wheel, gritting his teeth as he turned the steering wheel and pushed down on the break pedal causing the entire rig to jack-knife... With a loud crash, the rig over turned; and as it did, the trailer opened-unleashing the Transhumans on the unsuspecting merceneries. Max and Alec held back along with Sam, and watched, using their enhanced vision as the fight escalated. Max turned to Sam and tried hard to ignore her rage for the greater good, 'right, get on it, Klaas has to be out there, we capture or kill her and we stop this madness, we'll make our way to the merc command and try and see if she's there, you check the surounding area; eight block radias.' Sam didn't answer, she just knodded her head and pulled out her twin guns and ran into the battle firing... As the battle raged on Max and Alec made their way into an alley; Alec lifting his fist signaling them to stop, 'shit. It's no good Maxie, we ain't getting anywhere near that command hub, there position is just too well fortified,' he said scoping out the area with his enhanced vision. 'Like we have a choice,' Max replied, 'I'm going for it, we need to know where Klaas is.' 'Max don't be stupid!' Alec said, raising his voice and grabbing her arm, 'you're not thinking straight.' Max glared at him and yanked her arm away, 'I had just about enough of you ordering me around. Now leave me the hell alone, or I'm kicking your ass, ' she said sternly. Alec grabbed her arm again, and this time she turned and hit him hard in the face, putting him down... He got off the floor and shoved her against the wall hard. "Why are you so goddamn stubborn", he yelled. Max glared at him. His eyes fell on those full luscious lips of hers. Max's eyes opened wide in surprise as he pushed his lips against hers pushing his tongue into her mouth. 'Hummm..huhmmnnn,' she moaned into Alec's mouth as he sucked on her upper lip and pushed his tongue into her's... Max melted into his strong arms, wrapping her arms around his neck and starting to kiss him back- her mind all at once taken back to the dream she had three months ago of her fucking Alec while in heat (See "Dark Angel: Nark ch. 3")... - D'Arc yelled out loud as he charged a wide-eyed merc manning a Gatling-gun atop a military truck- the man's hand shaking as he tried to open fire- but it was too late; the incredible force of the Soto Mark hitting the truck sent it flipping into the air, crushing the man as it landed and rolled into a building. Sam droppeped down on one of the mercs, snapping his spine, then shot down two more, she got up ran and skidded into cover, kicking up dirt, before popping out and gunning down three more. Biggs was across the way running along the wall while shooting with an assault riffle, he flipped off it, moving in on the merc who struggled to target him; jumped and kicked him on the side of his head... - Alec was consumed by the desperate need to live the dream he had from the very moment Max was assigned to him as a breeding partner; here, now, finally- in the heat of the surrounding battle- he was going to ravage her. He quickly ran his fingers into the waistband of her tight,leather pants pulling it down; pulled her off her feet easily and pushed her up against the wall. Max panted, trying to catch her breath as she unzipped his jean and tugged it down awkwardly. Her hand slinked down into his briefs where she grabbed his engorged cock and settle it against her pussy lips (Alec gritting at the realization of a long awaited dream). 'Oh, fuck Max', Alec grumbled. 'Shut up..dnt.. talk.. mmmhuhmm,' Max mumbled out as she kissed him again. Alec sure as hell didn't need to be told twice. He pushed her further up the wall causing her to mumble into his mouth, then spread her ass cheeks apart as he shoved his cock up into her, his dick slid over her sex and up between her ass cheecks, Max grumbling in frustration. She reached down and gripped his dick again, expertly aiming it at her vaginal entrance.. Dark Angel: Mirror Crack'd Ch. 06 'Mmmph..Ssshit, ah,' Max yelped breaking the kiss in a whine as she felt the thick cock stretch her open and roughly slew inside her tight pussy. She rode her legs up Alec's waist resting her head against the cold brick wall as she tried to brace herself as she was filled with his smooth hardness... - Mercs flew into the air as D'Arc hit them and tossed them around, he turned, holding a large merc up in the air, and looked up as he heard a howling scream soar through the sky, 'you gotta be shitting me!' Biggs looked up, 'take cover, F-42's, in coming!' The mercs and Transhumans scrambled as the two fighter jets coordinated sweeping in and firing; shredding everything in their path, friend and foe alike. Only D'Arc went on the offensive; he jumped up to a nearby fire-escape and made his way to the roof, and as the jet swept by he jumped on top of it... - Alec groaned into her neck, nibbling on it as he thrust into her, feeding another inch of his cock into her convulsing cunt. It gripped around his meat trying to pull him in deeper. He responded by trusting into her hard. 'Omigod..mmm,' Max whimpered into the crook on his neck as she felt his cock slide up in between her legs filling her completely. She breathed slowly as she felt herself grow accustomed to the feeling of having him inside her. Alec groped her ass firmly as he begun to move inside her thrusting his cock slowly at first but quickly going faster rocking her body against the wall. Max's breathing became hitched as she was fucked by Alec. 'Hah, ahh, ohh, yess..fuckme,' she moaned as he pumped his thick cock in and out of her, the grip of her legs stiffening and relaxing as he moved inside her... - Sam watched as D'Arc pounded at the hull of the F-42, she could hear the pilot radioing his comrade for aid; she saw the other jet side-wined behind, trying to lock-on to D'Arc. Then she saw the merc on the roof with a rocket launcher... She moved quickly- jumped on a dumpster, then onto the side of the wall using it to launch herself onto the adjacent fire-escape- she then ran up to the roof, and to the merc; kicked him behind his knee making him drop to one leg, then snapped his neck. Sam then took the rocket launcher and got the second jet in her sights and fired. The hit was direct, hitting the left wing of the F-42 and sending it spinning toward the ground in smoke and fire. With a loud crash and a deafening explosion; it was down.. Sam dropped the rocket launcher and smiled to herself; a smile that quickly faded as a third F-42 screamed overhead... - Her arms tightened around his neck as she lost herself in the pleasure, the gunfire around them playing chorus to the rough fucking taking place in the small little alley. Every thrust into her wet, dripping pussy was making her hotter, more ecstatic; hornier! Alec started thrusting faster enjoying the feeling of Max's tight body wrapped around his, the feeling of her firm ass filling out his hands, and the pleasure of her warm, yearning pussy gripping around his cock just too delectable. Max bit her lip as she was rocked against the wall, the cooling splashes of the growing rain shower soothing her burning flesh. She started to meet Alec's thrusts, riding her hips into his, and rolling it around. 'God..sogood,' she mumbled feeling him begin to pulse inside her. He was almost ready to pump his load into her. She rode her hips into his faster finding him willing to follow her lead by driving deep into her before pulling out then driving back in, the feeling driving her crazy with pleasure. Her breathing came out in strained huffs as he thrust roughly in and out of her, pounding his massive cock into her over and over again. His teeth were gnawing in the valley of her breasts, as he struggled to keep fucking her, his strength waning. She knew this because she was beginning to slide down the wall, and his grip on her ass was slacking, 'Jus..just.. little more,' she pleaded, urging him to wait for her to cum. Alec gripped one hand round the small of her back, the other gripping tighter on her ass, as he pushed her up against the wall again, shoving his cock fully inside her. 'Ahh, hahh,'Max yelled out. 'Hahh,' she yelped as he drew out of her and slammed into her again, holding himself completely inside her. He looked into her eyes as they fluttered open. Then he pulled out of her and quickly shoved in and out of her with all his remaining strength. Max's eyes pinched close as she was fucked with rapid thrusts against the wall, not able to even moan as she felt the burning pleasure coil up inside her like a spring. All of a sudden Alec stopped his pummeling thrusts and slammed himself deep into her sopping pussy, again holding there. That was more than enough; Max's head lolled forward, damp hair flailing over her face as her muscles tightened, her back arching up against the wall; all noise ceased, the world around her disappearing for one incredible moment. Her super-human senses peeked and were flooded by the ignition of the powerful orgasm that flushed through her body, then she crashed back into real-time, her pussy drenching Alec's thick manhood in the sweet flow of her cum. Alec bit his cheek as he slid his cock out of her, and then slammed back in his dick swelling for a second before gushing cock cream deep, deep inside her aching sex. Max quivered as she felt him cum inside her, her body shuddering as her own orgasm was renewed, and her legs tightened around him, her pussy milking his cock. Breathless and satisfied, Max's eyes slowly fluttered open after her climax faded... They huffed, starved of air clutching each other against the wall; Alec's deflated cock still snug inside Max's leaking vagina. Max's white-knuckled hand griping the collar of his jacket with her feeling him still slowly thrusting in and out of her (now) sensitive sex. Her eyes fluttered open as the world around them refocused, and she was reminded of the battle that was raging on. Her face scrunched as she put her feet back on the ground and Alec's dick slid out of her; sperm dripping down her inner-thigh... 'I- Alec started, shuffling his cock back in his pants. 'No,' Max replied, also fixing her clothing, 'just don't!' She didn't- couldn't- look him in the eye so she just left him standing there half confused and left the alley. Alec pulled up his pants and ran after her, grabbing her by her arm, 'dammit Max, why won't you listen, look at what's happening, its like World War 3 out here, we don't even know where the hell Klaas is...' 'At least we could'a come up with a plan, a Trojan horse or something...' Max looked at him, a light bulb going off in her head, 'you're right,' she said. 'Stay here and get all Klaas' forces fixed on you, and tell D'Arc to meet me back inside Terminal City.' Alec frowned, 'you want me to send our strongest fighter out of the battle.. 'sides I hate to break it ta you Maxie, but Klaas' forces are focused on us.' Max smiled, 'keep it that way. I got a plan, but first I gotta talk to Sabastian...' 'MAX!' Alec called as she ran off, but he knew she had ignored him... 'Goddammit, Max.' * Max was back in the old factory that the Transhuman's used as a base, she had settled Logan on the table, and was rummaging through his Eyes Only dossiers, flipping through all the incriminating documents he stashed there. She had spoke to Sabastian, then to D'Arc. She had called Matt Sung; telling him she needed him to check all the scanning frequency's for a faint but precise signal. He wanted more information, but she had convinced him that it was safer for his men to just trust her and- A clang somewhere behind her broke her concentration. She stopped what she was doing, then froze as she heard footsteps... 'Don't move, 452, I got you in my sights.' 'Del,' Max said turning around slowly, hands raised. 'Hah-ah, I said don't move,' Del repeated, 'you can't see me, but I can see you.' A sack was tossed at Max's feet from out of the shadows, 'what's this?' she asked. 'Put it over your head.' 'As if,' Max snapped. 'Do it. Or I put a bullet in his head,' Del warned. Max looked over at Logan, hands still raised. 'Judging from how you were collecting all the files, I'm guessing you knew you were licked in this fight, so you were gonna take him and run. So I gamble, his Eyes Only...' I don't have to take either of you alive, 452. Your choice.' Max looked up in the direction of Del's voice; with a heavy heart, she conceded, bent down, and put the sack over her head. - Exactly 45 minutes later the sack was pulled off and Max focused, she looked straight ahead; her mind taking in the details automatically... It was one of her earliest memories- sitting in front of Donald Lydecker at a tender age; as he had her and each of her fellow Manticore created comrades practice walking into a room full of random items and have them recall every little detail- that is what she had done the moment Del had removed the sack from her head- four armed men; Logan behind her; Del to her right, desert eagle in hand; exits were panoramic windows all around, opposition was just three mercs with smg's; and in front of her was Klaas. After her mental recon Max now actually took note of where she was; and she was stunned; she had come here so many times to be alone; to isolate herself from the rest of the world- and this is where Klaas had chose to hide... 'We're in the space needle. Aren't we!' 'Very intuitive of you 452,' Klaas said, deciding to speak. 'You and your freak friends cost me everything; and I'm gonna-' 'Sorry to cut in on your whole typhoid Mary rant, bitch. But you didn't think about your position in this ordeal,' Max said looking up at her, 'now I already outsmarted you once, do you really think I just happened to get captured?' 'What are you talking about!?' Klaas spat. 'I played ya,' Max said simply, 'you see that implant you so eagerly wanna kill for, it had a momma; a design created by the South Africans...' 'The Reds,' Klaas answered mockingly, 'So?' 'Yeah, some time ago I took one of those implants and revved myself up to be just a bit more bad ass. Now that implant is fried and stuck inside me, but it's not useless. See all you need is th right equipment and you can trace the implant to within a mile...' Max trailed off leaving Klaas to piece things together. 'I got a large friend coming right, about, now,' she said looking out at the horizon. 'Fuck me!' Del gasped looking at where Max was. Using her enhanced vision she stared, almost transfixed at the smoking F-42 that was hurtling toward them; looking at D'Arc using brute strength to guide it while also tearing it apart with his bare hands. Max made her move while everyone was distracted; she gripped the guard behind her by the arm and broke it before knocking him out; she then grabbed Logan and ran toward the window crashing through it just before the jet hit... There was a huge explosion; Max's ears ringing as she fell down the length of the of Space needle; flaming debris falling down all around her. She hit the ground hard and looked up as the once proud Seattle landmark toppled and caved in on itself in a huge cloud of smoke. Max crawled over to Logan; he was out cold; but at least he was alive... 'Logan,' she pleaded, lightly slapping him on his cheek with a gloved hand, while cradling him in her arms (careful to avoid the skin-on-skin contact), 'c'mon, don't give up on me now.' 'Motherfucker, what a rush,' D'Arc gritted as he pushed a large slab off himself, 'whatta rush.' He looked over at Max and Logan and fell silent... Max noticed him and spoke up, 'So that's it; its... She was going to say over when D'Arc's face changed- his eyes went wide as saucers and he grit his teeth, starting to foam at the mouth. Max placed Logan down gently and rose to her feet... D'Arc fell down on one knee, Klaas- bruised and bloody- standing behind him. He, D'Arc, reached behind him and pulled an emptied syringe out of his neck- She had injected him with Progeria! He shut his eyes as unsheathing pain ripped through his body making him convulse so hard that he bled through his orifices; then his entire body began to shrivel- his skin wrinkled and aged; his bones grew brittle and broke from the seizures- and all at once his heart stopped and he dropped down flat on his face- dead; scrawny and aged over a hundred years in a couple of seconds... 'So much for that,' Klaas smirked, then she bent down and picked up the bloody Soto Mark implant that had dislodged from the back of D'Arc's neck. Max clenched her fists, her body shaking with rage- then the gunshot at her foot halted her reaction... She looked up at Del who stood pointing her desert eagle at her, and she grit her teeth... 'Bring it, bitch!' she spat, ready for anything. 'So much anger,' Klaas said shaking her head. With this implant I will rebuild, start over. Change my face and become a ghost again; I did it once I can do it again. But you,' she said with malice, 'you have been a thorn in my flesh for too long 452!' With that she gripped the Soto Mark implant and jabbed it into the back of her neck. 'What the fuck,' Max worded silently, then stared in utter disbelief as Klaas grit her teeth while her body tensed then shook violently, her veins bulging in her temples, before she dropped down on her knees, and her fingers dug into the ground... Klaas' head snapped up and she looked at Max, her eyes tearing blood... In the same instant her body was riddled with bullets, blood spraying out of her, before she collapsed. Max turned to see Sam standing behind her with a smoking M-4. 'Son of a bitch,' Sam said looking down at Klaas, Max also stood wide eyed as the bloody woman got to her feet as if the barrage of bullets had no effect whatsoever. Max looked up at Del, 'you deal with her,' she told Sam. 'I got the super-bitch.' With that Max moved with enhanced speed and threw a left hook at Klaas, shocked as she easily caught her punch then kicked her feet from underneath her putting her on the ground. Klaas gripped a tuft of Max's hair and pulled her back up, hissing in contempt, 'you really think I have no self-defense training..?' She then hit a flat hand in Max gut who lurched forward, spewing blood; then lifted her above her head with little effort and tossed her a few hundred meters across the way. Max got up staggering slightly watching as Klaas approached. She balled her fist ready to strike, but Klaas gripped her face and slammed her into a wall, the immense impact making it crack. She raised Max into the air then slammed her a second time before dropping her on her ass, then lifted her and tossed her aside, Max skidding across the gravel, body aching from the worst ass-whooping of her Transgenic life... ...Sam and Del stood across from one another in some sort of poetic wild west showdown; Sam with her M-4 and Del with her Desert Eagle. 'We gonna do this?' Del asked, watching her foe intently. Sam shrugged and threw the riffle aside; and Del in turn tossed her gun. She, Del, tightened her fist in a ball then moved in at lightning speed; but no sooner had she done it before Sam pulled out one of her twin glocks, aimed and fired; hitting Del right between the eyes... Sam stood over Del, looking at the bullet hole in her forehead as she lied on the ground in a pool of her own blood, 'bitch,' she spat... ...Max cringed in pain on the dirt; hand clasping at the rubble around her; in two moves it felt as if Klaas had broken every bone in her body; but she refused to give her the satisfaction of seeing her defeated. Her pride kicked in and she got up and faced her enemy... 'You are finished 452, I'm gonna enjoy killing you, very slowly,' she taunted. Max spun her body around in a spinning kick, it connected with Klaas' jaw, but the freaks head just snapped back. Klaas hit her hard in her stomach, following through with a right hook to her face with a sickening crunch. Max fought back, trying to lock and break her arm, but the freakish woman just snapped it right and swatted her away.. Max flying back a couple of feet. Refusing to give in, Max pulled herself up on one knee... 'Stay down!' Klaas spat, kicking her in the gut and trampling her face to the dirt with a boot to her cheek. 'Fuck you!' Max snarled, spitting up blood. She twirled and spun her body, kicking Klaas back, and flipping to her feet only to take another blow to her gut and crumble down on her knees again. Klaas clutched her throat and choked her lifting her off her feet with an out-stretched arm, smiling at her suffering, 'you can't win 4-' 'Hrrrnngggh,' she groaned as bullets shot into her back causing her to drop Max... Max looked up vision slipping in and out of focus as she tried to find some strength; she watched as Sam coming out of nowhere emptied an entire clip into Klaas' back with little effect. Then looking down she saw it- A live cable; a power line from the Space Needle... Max mind flashed back to the Red soldier she had electrocuted so long ago... She summoned what little strength she had left; took hold of the cable and yanked it out of the ground then yelled out as she lodged it down Klaas' open mouth; sparks flew as the full force of the surge channeled hundreds of volts of electricity through their bodies; Klaas by far getting most of it... It was excruciating but Max held on her, world fading in darkness; somewhere beyond the dull ebb of life and death her keen senses heard Klaas yelling as the Soto Mark implant overloaded and fried, then she blacked out completely... * It was three days later... As usual South Market Station was abuzz and over crowded. Max sat on her motorcycle watching Sam as she knelt and helped her son put on his jacket. Sam left her son with her husband and walked over to her, 'weird how the world works right...?' Max didn't answer.. her job was to escort her clone here, and that is what she had done. 'We're off to Munich, got a quiet place in the country.. cold as shit, but as long as we'll be together,' Sam continued awkwardly, 'at least the government can't track us.. We'll be completely off grid.' Still Max said nothing in reply, she simply put on her tinted shades and started up her bike. '45.. Max,' Sam said with much effort, 'for whatever it's worth.. I- we, appreciate your help. Really.' This time Max simply nodded before turning her bike around. She heard Sam's footsteps and turned, watching as they boarded the train; then sped off down the platform. * Max sat on the sofa in Jam Pony's break room, her mind lost in thought; running over everything that had happened. D'Arc, dead; Klaas, dead; a hundred cops, dead... At least Logan was safe, she had managed to get him to a hospital where he had been treated. It would take some time before he had a clean bill of health but he was back home and well on the way to recovery... ...Here, now everyone had left, not even Normal noticed her when he locked up; she felt that here, at her place of work, where something was.. familiar; here she could find some kind of closure from all the madness of the past couple of days. She got up and walked to her locker, opened it and looked at her reflection in the broken mirror fragment. Her expression was sullen, she was wearing a bottle green vest with her usual cycle tights and sneakers- her Jam Pony cap on back-to-front. She felt nothing and it ate at her; she was so tired of blaming shit on her origins; but that was simply the hand fate gave her and she was starting to accept it. Then her mind went to the inevitable; Alec... Her expression changed; her eyes glazed as she thought about the alley, and the rain, and the battle; of Alec pressing her up against the wall and pounding her swollen cunt with revved up ferver... Dark Angel: Mirror Crack'd Ch. 06 Max chewed her lip feeling her crotch moisten and tingle; she put her back to the locker and slid down sitting on her ass with her head in her hands, groaning in frustration; 'son of a bitch,' she squirmed. 'Tell me about it,' said a familiar voice. She looked up at Alec who stood leaning against a pillar, 'I'm not ready to talk to you yet,' Max said, standing up without looking at him. She turned and pulled her backpack out of the locker and shut it; then she froze feeling Alec come up close behind her. Her breathing picked up when she felt him touch her shoulder... 'I didn't come here to talk, Maxie,' he whispered into her ear, 'I can't get it out of my mind... the feel and the smell of you.' 'Alec..' Max worded almost silently, 'stop.' 'Tell me you don't , Max. Tell me you didn't enjoy it and I'll go, right now.' Max knew she should push him away and walk out on him but she was frozen to the spot. Alec took this as an invite and pressed on. He put his hands on Max's waist and pulled her closer; pushing his groin into her ass and grinding it. 'Eehuh,' Max moaned, feeling his erection. She gave in, snuggled his hard-on between her buttocks enjoying its constant throbbing as it swelled in his jeans. Alec's hand went up and cupped Max's breasts through her top. He kneaded and squeezed them, enjoying her divine body; for now just teasing her. What had happened earlier had been rushed; born out of pure adrenalin and lust; this time he was going to take his time; he was going to enjoy her. Max on the other hand was falling into that pool of desire she often found herself in when her estrus cycle was upon her; and she was going to revel in it, 'take it out,' she whispered to Alec. Alec left her tit and obediently unbuckled his jean, unzipped it, and pulled out his penis. Max meanwhile slid her tights down her thighs along with her cotton panties. She pushed her bear ass up against Alec's dick, feeling the warm member rub against her and slide between her cheeks. 'Fffck,' Alec groaned. He pressed Max up against the locker pushing his cock and rubbing it against her round ass; his hand slipping down where he cupped her pussy and fondled her clit. Max grit her teeth, breathing through her nose. Alec was arousing her so fast, she was quickly getting so fucking wet... Alec positioned himself and gripped his cock and maneuvered down, nudging Max's sex; she in turn bent slightly, more than ready for him. They both groaned as Alec slid through her slick folds and penetrated her; her tight pussy gripping around his hard shaft as it slithered up her moist canal. 'Jeez,' Alec grumbled when Max's cunt clamped down on him. He waited for her to relax and then pushed in further, Max's slick slit gripping round his engorged member and swallowing it inch by inch. Rammed snugly 9" deep inside Max, Alec eased out, then thrust in again; doing it over, slowly; enjoying the unbelievable feeling of her. Max shut her eyes and bit her lip as she felt his smooth, long cock pump her snatch slowly; the shivers running along her body making her twitch, and contract, and spasm all through her. Her nails scraped against the locker with each thrust; Alec's cock probing so deep inside her. She straightened herself up- Alec's dick sliding out of her- and and turned around to face him. She then put her hands on his chest and pushed him down onto the tattered leather-touch sofa. Alec immediately shoved his jeans and briefs down over his knees; his cock (slick with Max's mess) lying against his belly. Max pulled off her own tights and panties; kicking off her sneakers in the process, then walked up to Alec; straddling him. She looked right into his fluttering eyes as she gripped his cock firmly and settled it against her vaginal hole then slid him into her hot clam with a slow and careful thrust of her waist. Max lolled her head, taking her p-cap and tossing it aside as she started to roll her hips into him; her hair falling over her beautifully contorted face. Able to control the pace and rhythm she ground her pelvis into his, her vagina narrowing and griping round his hard cock, the muscles of her butt, thighs and pussy contracting with each effortless motion. She thrust up and down, quickly falling into a steady pace; her round butt jiggling delightfully. Alec groaned; his hand massaging Max's buttocks as her tight pussy pumped his cock repeatedly. Max fell forward; her mouth right by his; their hot breath filling each other as the fucked on the sofa. Alec kissed her; his tongue exploring her mouth, she in turn sucking on his bottom lip; all the while her motion was hypnotic, her body in a perfect arch; her waist thrusting over his cock without missing a beat. 'Aaah fuck,' Alec grumbled, almost losing it. He gripped Max's buttocks tighter, forcing her to slow down. For the moment they just worked with one another- Max slowly thrusting her waist, and he pumping up into her- the squelching of her soft pussy filling the break room. Max pushed herself up and Alec helped her out of her top. She then unclipped her bra and freed her supple tits for him, and he waisted no time in devouring them; nibbling on her erect nipples and massaging her glorious mounds. Max sat there with Alec's cock inside her; holding his head to her bosom as he licked and sucked her right nipple then worked his kisses up along her neck to find her luscious lips again. She moaned into his mouth when she started to thrust her hips again; his cock sliding in and out of her, now sopping vagina. She didn't continue for long though before she got off him and turned around. Max spread her legs and sat down on Alec's lap with her back to him. She pumped his cock with her hand a few times and then carefully fed him into her cunt again. She then steadied herself before lying back against him and hotly started working his cock again. She thrust fast; pumping her hot sex over his hard cock; breathing out in gasps from all the exertion. Alec groped her tits trying to match her speed; at one point yelling out from sheer elation. He wrapped his arms around her lost in the tapping of her butt against his pelvis, and the moist warmness of her twat as it gripped his aching cock. Max whimpered; she was so hot, she gulped and gasped, her pussy was so wet; she just thrust away; her hips almost moving on its own. Thrusting up Alec's cock inadvertently slipped out of her and she just froze lying over him, all hot and bothered. Alec reached down between her legs and circled his fingers over her clit; Max's legs clamping shut from the pleasurable shock that went through her body. She slid off his lap and lay down on her back; Alec bending over her. God Max was so horny, so into this; she spread her legs, and Alec sunk back into her. He held there for a second, then started up again driving himself in and out of her sweaty sex. 'Ohgogdohgod.. omigod,' Max grit with every toe-curling thrust deep inside her; her buttocks clutching each time Alec pushed into her. The damn broke; and Max's eye rolled into the back of her head; her vision blurring as her entire body fell into a endless vibe of pure pleasurable bliss before as tensed up and smeared his dick with her sweet flow. Her stomach knotted up and she just lost herself in the sheer feeling, running her fingers over Alec's hard abs. 'Fuck,' Alec groaned, then pulled his cock out of her and grunted again as her blew thick ropes of cum over her sweaty, flat, tummy. Spent; Alec took his dick and again pushed into Max's pussy; it gripped at his dick her muscles tightening trying to milk him. Max moaned out loud when he started thrusting again, her orgasm renewed. She was trapped in the moment; chewing her lip as Alec slowly thrust his throbbing dick in and out of her. Alec's penis was tingling from the sensitivity; but he knew he had to prolong this encounter. He covered Max with his muscular body; her legs wrapping around him, then shut his eyes and just kept on fucking her through their shared orgasms. 'Alec,' Max whispered, a second climax reeling through her. She couldn't believe how good this was; her transgenic body threatened to give out. She bucked her hips and moved with him; his pumping was growing evermore erratic. Then he grumbled something inaudible as he exploded inside her. Max held him tightly feeling his sperm fill her to the brim; her pussy squelching from there mingled secretions; then they were both motionless. Nothing was heard in the room except for Max and Alec's excessive breathing... It felt like forever before either of them moved. Finally Alec rolled off her, his semen leaking from her slit when his dick slid out. They got dressed in silence; unsure of what to say after what had happened... 'Max, I- Alec began. 'Don't,' Max protested, cutting him short. She looked him squarely in the face, 'maybe, maybe this is just one of those things...' 'Max!' Alec countered. 'No!' she continued, 'we needed to get it out of our system.. And now we have!' 'So we don't speak about it. We hooked up and, I mean the sex was fantastic (Alec smiled and Max rolled her eyes at him), but its not gonna happen again, right!?' Alec sighed, but he conceded reluctantly, 'you win Maxie,' he said. 'You win.' He then grabbed his jacket and left Max alone with her guilt. Max sighed out loud, then grabbed her own coat and headed out of Jam Pony. * A half hour later Max was at Logan's... She smiled watching him busy at work readying for another broadcast. Clearly he was recovering well from the exposure to Terminal City's bio-hazards. Logan finally noticed her and smiled, 'well, looks like we did it Max,' he said preparing for the cable hack. Max leaned against the door frame and frowned, 'really, you're calling this a happy ending? I don't think I'll ever get your whole grass-is-greener outlook, Logan.' Logan looked up at her with a sullen expression, 'you care to explain?' 'Ok- Yeah, we kicked Vivian or Klaas' ass, and the implant got destroyed; big deal, all it means is Sean Gleason is now the big cheese in global war profiteering and Soto is prolly out there busy working on Mark 2.0...' 'You're fighting a battle you can't win.' 'I'll give you that, you pull out a weed here and there and more pop up to take its place; but if you're thinking it doesn't make a difference then you're missing the point,' Logan said taking off his spectacles. 'Which is what?' she asked smirking cynically at him. 'We can't change the world, Max...' ...'But we can choose to change the way we live in it,' Logan said simply, then turned around and focused the camcorder on his eyes and pressed "Enter" on his keyboard initiating the broadcast... ...'Do not attempt to adjust your set; this is a Streaming Freedom video Bulletin...' 'The cable hack will last exactly sixty seconds. Eyes Only cannot be traced, it cannot be stopped... ...'And it is the only free voice left in this city...! END * CAST Max (X5-452)/ Sam (X5-453): JESSICA ALBA Logan Cale: MICHAEL WEATHERLY Alec (X-494): JENSEN ACKLES GUESTS D'Arc (The Soto Mark): MICHAEL CLARK DUNCAN Del (X6-899): MOON BLOODGOOD Klaas: STANA KATIC Mole (Transhuman): BRIAN JENSEN Biggs (X5-511): MICHAEL SBRIZZI In Honor of Michael Clark Duncan December 10, 1957 - September 2012 R.I.P [Hope you enjoyed- INYOTEF ;)] Dark Angel: Mirror Crack'd 'What do you want?' Sam asked, lowering the gun. 'I'm in final shooting of my movie- Max immediately knew where he was going, 'you're out of your fucking mind!' 'Like I said, Kalm pouted, 'I'm waiting for twins who are suppose to do a threesome in scene five, but if I used two stunning girls like yourselves, the ratings would go threw the roof...' 'You shoot the scene, and I tell you all about Klaas' American setup; the balls in your court ladies. But if you don't wanna- 'Fine,' Sam said unwaveringly. 'WHA- no, not fine!' Max shot. She grabbed Sam by the arm, 'excuse us...' They huddled in the corner of the office and whispered to each other... 'I am not having sex with some stranger on film,' Max said urgently. 'I already told you 452, if you wanna back out, do it, I'm getting my family back.' 'So, your plan for saving your family is breaking your wedding vows and fucking in a skin-flick,' Max argued. 'I don't need to justify myself to you. Just tell me if you're helping me or not!' Sam fenced. Max stood there shaking with anger; how could she be relegated into a situation like this? Was she really being asked to have sex in front of a camera to save an innocent family? She looked at the determination in Sam's face, it was like staring into a mirror that reflected a different side of her- A Mirror Crack'd! She turned back to Udrik Kalm and reluctantly conceded, 'fine, we'll do it...' 'But if you go back on your word, I'll personally turn you into a eunuch with my bare hands, aiight!' 'I told ya I'm a business man sweetie, I get better quality girls and I don't gotta fork out 20 G's a pop to Kara and Kiara,' Udrik Kalm grinned, lighting up a Cuban Cigar. * Max was walking toward the set dressed in a thin robe after removing all her clothing. She could still not believe she was actually going through with this- she was actually wilfully going to consent to having sex in some major porn production- the thought of it was, was absurd! What if Sketchy, or Alec; or god, what if Logan saw it! Would she be able to face any of them again after one or all of them seeing her fucking some stranger in a porno...? Sam looked so calm and collected; Max couldn't believe they shared the same genome. But then again, she thought, Alec and Ben were also completely different- and now that she really thought about it- Alec was the sane replica... mostly; but she would never openly admit it to him. Still, Sam had a husband and his son whom she adopted, both of whom she claimed to love, and here she was, willing to have sex to- ...To save them, Max thought. She was willing to go to absolutely any lengths to save her family. Well she shouldn't have lost them again, Max argued with herself defiantly...! 'Well, les get you two familiar with what ya'll be doin', huh ladies,' Udrik was saying, 'where the fuck is Robbie?' A buff and ripped man with long blonde hair and a ruggedly handsome face came on set, completely nude, his limp cock dangling as he walked, 'over here UK, the twins here?' 'I had Coleen have the twins sacked. Sure it will cause legal issues, but it's worth it baby,' Kalm said, nudging at Max and Sam with his head. Robbie looked at the two gorgeous identical ladies and coughed, 'ladies, I'm "Rough" Robbie Cox,' he said, flashing a smile, perhaps you seen my work? I know you're thinking you're real lucky right now.' 'Ergh,' Max flouted and pulled her face, rudely turning her back on 'rough Robbie', 'what the hell do you want us to do Udrik?' Udrik handed them a script that was barely ten pages long; clearly there was very little lines in the movie. Max overlooked the scene along with Sam, her eyes widening in shock-horror... It started with her and Sam doing some girl-on-girl action, then they'd both share Robbie's dick in a blowjob, after which they would finally consent to fucking him in at least two different positions. The climax would then be Max herself taking it in her ass, before he would cum over their faces... Max felt sick to her stomach all of a sudden... Sam on the other hand just shrugged off her robe and went over to the living room-decorated set. Max had never looked at her own body quite like this, and she finally realised why men reacted the way they did to her as she watched Sam's round, tight, bubble butt jiggle as she walked. She- Sam, and by extension, Max herself- was really quite immaculate. She glanced over at Robbie, who was gawking at Sam, his cock quickly swelling 8" in length, it made her, quite literally, light headed. '...C'mon missy, we don't got all day here,' Udrik was saying to her. Max felt like she was going to barf; how could she go through with this? She took a step toward the set and let out a breath, then calmly walked over to Sam who was knelt on the edge of the sofa waiting for her. Sam looked up at Max, then reached up and slipped open the thin robe she wore, the light material slewing over to reveal her supple round tits. Udrik Kalm sat back in his directors chair and spoke over his megaphone, 'ok ladies, we'll let the cameras role as you work, then see from there what we gotta retake, so just go with the flow, an' try an' feel sexy...' 'Right people, quiet on set please; cameras rolling- this is Hot 'S Harlots, scene five, take one, marker...' '...And action...' As the cameras began to role: Max froze on the spot as Sam unabashedly took firm hold of both her tits and squashed them together before she rubbed and kneaded the soft flesh gently. Sam then took one of Max's nipples in her mouth and sucked on it hard, flicking her tongue over it, then using it to circle her dark areola. Max's eyes fluttered closed and she looked up biting her full bottom lip as a tickle ran through her body. Sam bit her nipple lightly then tugged it up and let it go. She proceeded on to the other teat, giving it the same amount of attention; if Max had to guess she would have thought Sam had done this before. Right now her head was lolling in circles as Sam paid attention to her ample chest, and was certainly turning her on. Sam left Max's breasts and reached up to her shoulders, helping her shrug off the robe she had on then gestured Max to sit down. As Max did she lied down on top of her and kissed her gently on the lips. It was barely a feather light touching of their lips, but Max felt it. Sam kissed her again, this time pressing her lips to Max's before she slid her tongue into her mouth. Max moaned into Sam's mouth as she felt her tongue brushing over her own, her clones identical full lips were so soft; all of a sudden she was getting very hot. She reciprocated, kissing back, their tongues now duelling as they swapped spit. Kalm sat up in his seat as he watched the woman, this certainly wasn't what he was expecting. Both girls were quickly getting comfortable with each other, and now seemingly forgot all about the cameras. He could see the dollar signs already...! On the sofa Sam was making her way down Max's body, and at present, ran her tongue over Max's neck, giving little kisses along the way. She stopped at Max's tits again and sucked on her right nipple before heading down and licking the little stud that Max had in her belly button. Max placed her chin on her chest as she felt Sam go down further and subconsciously opened her legs. Her breath hitched as she felt the warm breath over a pussy lips, it made her shudder- then all at once she twitched as she felt a warm wet tongue run up her entire sex. 'Ohmy- Oh God,' Max mewled, grabbing the side arm of the sofa tightly as Sam bit down softly on her clit, then used her tongue to stimulate the stiff, little nub. Her body came to life and she wriggled as pleasure shot thru her, goddamn did Sam know how to hit the right spots (not that it could have been difficult as they knew how to please their own bodies, which in a weird way was the same thing seeing as how they were clones). Max was already wet- which Sam well noted- as she continued to play with her clit, fiddling and licking, then sucking it. She now used her fingers to pull the thin protruding, brown lips apart then slewed her middle finger into Max's sticky hole, loosening her up as she pressed it in deep. Max's mouth opened as she felt herself give way to the invasion and curled her toes as Sam explored her inner-pink walls lovingly. Her breath hitched again as she felt a new set of hands on her, and opened her eyes to find Robbie grasping her tits in his strong hands. The sensations clashed within her threatening to erupt. Sam was now buried between her legs and slipping her tongue in and out Max's cunt, while Robbie molested her breasts. He came around and put his leg over her chest so that his hard cock was dangling in front of her face. He then pressed his cock to her mouth, his knob rubbing across her lips, smearing pre-cum over them. Max relented and opened her mouth for him, his cock plopping in; and he forced it deeper, shaking with the sensation. Max gagged and spat over his cock, wads of her saliva clinging from her mouth to his cock flesh. She relaxed her throat and sealed her lips round the fat dick then started bobbing up and down his length. 'Aaah yeah, baby, suck that cock,' Robbie chanted in a clichéd porn manner. Max meantime moaned loudly, salivating over his cock, as Sam still worked wonders as she sucked and licked her pussy. She tore her mouth off Robbie's cock and stroked it briskly as she watched Sam shake her head side to side with her mouth latched onto her clit, ecstasy rolling though her loins. Struggling to breath she went back to lathering the huge cock that currently occupied her, lashing her tongue against it determinedly. Sam took the time to go down an inch further, and press her tongue in Max's ass, wetting the area around her puckered little anus. The sensation of it was weird and Max wiggled her hips trying to get the feel for this new experience. Suddenly though, Robbie's cock slipped out of her mouth, and Max watched as Sam pulled him down till he was in position; reaching around his ripped body and taking his cock and nudging it against Max's slick sex. Max, huffing in anticipation, glazed her fingers over her soaked labia, then used her sticky secretions and rubbed it over the knob of Robbie's cock-head adding a little lubrication. Her eyes then shot open as Robbie entered her, her vagina stretching around his engorged rod. He pushed in an inch before meeting resistance then pulled out slightly and eased in again. 'God baby, you're so fucking tight,' he soughed, filling her slowly with his huge dick. Three-quarters in, he started thrusting, sliding his cock in and out of Max's spongy depths, giving her his cock and pleasuring her soft pussy. 'Fck, Oooh, ohh,' Max whined as she was fucked, enjoying every moment of it, that hard cock feeling so good in her tight, little cunt. Robbie shoved her legs over to her side, then grabbed her tits again as he pumped in and out of her, almost effortlessly now. Sam meanwhile got up and went to sit, legs spread, on the sofa's arm; so that Max found herself looking up at her clones shaven slit, well except for a little tuft of dark pubic hair above her clitoris. She reached up, gripped Sam's waist, and pulled her down. In this odd position she found herself, for the first time, inspecting a replica of her own vagina. She looked at the dirty-brown lips, then at the thin cit, it was rather- cute! She used her finger to part the lips and found that Sam got as rigid as she did, so she also stuck her finger in to loos- 'Ahh, fuck,' Max growled as Robbie bent over her, threw her leg over his shoulder, and started really laying into her, driving his full length into her snatch with a little plop of his ball sack hitting her ass, then pulling out only to do it again, repeatedly. She was so wet, and stretched completely open now that his dick slid pleasurably in and out of her sticky cunt, his rod reddening more with every stroke. With this man fucking her roughly Max had to concentrate hard on servicing Sam, and so she turned her attention back to her, Sam's, pussy. She used her forefinger, running it in and out Sam's clam, wriggling it around to loosen her up. Sam was moaning and gyrating her waist as Max worked, now using the thumb of her other hand to rub her clitoris. That cock inside her was pumping hard, sploshing as it slid in and out of her, and throbbing nestled inside her taut body. She pulled Sam down and licked her slit, then dipped her tongue in, feeling her shudder. She added a second finger, working them faster, pushing them in deep then curling them; every action causing a new feeling to flow thru Sam. Sam bent flexibly forward and put her hand on Robbie's six-pack motioning him back up so that his cock slipped out of Max's pussy (who whimpered at the hollow emptiness in her quim), then she took him in her mouth, moaning with the intoxicating taste of Max's flow on him; all while Max herself lapped at her, Sam's, warm, wet vagina. Sam raked her teeth over Robbie's dick as she pulled it out her mouth; she then kissed him passionately on the lips as she placed him back at Max's pussy. She spread Max's snatch open as Robbie pushed back in her and started thrusting again, slowly gliding his length in and out that perfect, little hole. 'Huhh- nnfff, oh, fffnnneeerhgh,' Max whined as the huge dick slid in and out of her slick pussy, soft squishes letting her know just how wet she was down there, urging her to fuck him back to increase the pleasure... The feeling- God, the feeling- it was so unrelentingly consuming, like a warmth that filled her body from head to toe, and Max revelled in it. She reached down and pressed her clit, as Sam kept her lips parted, and watched as Robbie fucked her- Goddamn, that sensational fucking feeling! Robbie slowly eased up, and then stopped completely, his dick deep inside Max's lush, oily clam. He looked up at Sam... 'I want your pussy now honey, com'ere!' Sam obediently got up and knelt down in front of Max as Robbie got behind her. Bending on all fours with her head between Max's legs, she patted her own sex, ready to take Robbie's hard cock herself. He rubbed his erection over her slit then slid in her, groaning, as the pussy reacted the same as Max's, resisting his initial penetration. He grit his teeth and pressed forward hard, his cock slipping in her gently, and stretching her open nicely. Sam snapped her eyes shut as she felt the long, hard penis fill her out, then braced herself as Robbie slid out an inch then pushed in deep. He did it again, then again, finding a rhythm, and fucking her hard. Somewhat adjusted Sam bent down and started licking the inner-contour of Max's petal-like lips. Max shook, then tensed as she enjoyed the attention given to her hot, wet, cunt. Her body was on fire, sitting at the very edge of eruption; and when Sam again latched onto her clit, she was tipped over the edge... The warmth grew into a buzzing electric charge that shot thru her and made her spasm. She came so hard, leaking her secretions into Sam's mouth. Her breathing came out in gasps as her body tensed and shivered in a cradling pleasure that was indescribable! Sam was also moaning louder as Robbie slammed into her pussy, fucking her with a determination as his balls grew tighter, her face scowling in sexual agony as she looked into Max's fluttering eyes. He sloshed in and out of her sweet, sweaty sex, enjoying the feel of her hugging walls clenching around his rod tightly. Sweat beads trickled down his forehead as he humped harder, giving it to her, their thighs slapping together, her ass rippling with every thrust, it was so fucking fantastic! Weary of not being able to hold his load much longer he pulled out of her, then pulled Max onto his lap, so that she was sitting with her gleaming, sweaty breasts in front of him. Max was disorientated, still recovering from her orgasm, but quickly came to when she felt him spread her buttocks and she found herself squatting there with his cock up against her asshole! 'Yeah, c'mon baby, lemme in that fine fucking ass,' he taunted. 'You want it, you want my ass?' Max played along, talking dirty and not knowing why exactly. She tried to relax, feeling him try and enter her sphincter, gently holding his cock steady and using a finger to open her anus. She then grit as he plopped in, and her rectum clamped around that fat cock. 'Shit- Fuck yeah, there you go baby, you are incredible,' he grunted, as he pulled her down. She wiggled her hips and thrust slowly as she fed his cock up her ass, slowly getting the gist of it- anal wasn't something she did often- hell she hadn't gotten laid since her last heat cycle, three months ago, so god knows she craved this good fucking! Somewhat more comfortable she started thrusting faster, her ass taking his cock in and out a little easier. She closed her eyes and bucked her hips and pushed her tits against his chest as she rode his cock, taking it further up her rectum, starting to enjoy the anal sex. Sam turned around and fingered her own pussy as she watched Max fuck the porn star roughly. She then sat up and pushed her tits into Max's back then forced her hand down the front of Max's body and rubbed her clit, pushing a finger into Max's sex. Sandwiched between Sam and Robbie, Max huffed, and writhed, and jerked, as she thrust her hips, his full length now sloshing in and out of her rear. She panted then grunt out through gritted teeth, clenching her anal muscles around the swollen cock, Robbie nearly losing it just then. Further she took him, pressing down so that her arse was filled with cock, feeling it burn slightly; she just went for it, thrusting in rasping breaths. Sam hugged Max, fingering her sopping pussy wildly, and using her free hand to frig herself as well. All at once Max's cunt clamped down on Sam's finger, and she shut her eyes as she came yet again; shuddering as the ecstasy flooded her with mind-numbing pleasure. She held onto Robbie's broad shoulders, jerking violently, her ass clenching around his hard penis... '...Ohfuckme, fuckin, shittn' fck,! Robbie mewled, grabbing Max's buttocks and helping her thrust- he had fucked hundreds of woman in his career but this was an experience unlike any other... But he couldn't anymore, he just couldn't hold it! He pushed Max off him, watching as both woman dropped onto their knees in front of him and looked up at him, lust-filled, and in anticipation with their identical soft-doe eyes. Both woman moved in to suck him off; Max sealing his hard cock in her mouth and working her head back and forth while Sam moved to his nut-sack and rolled one of his balls in her mouth gliding her tongue over the thin flesh... 'HhhaaaahH Fuck!,' he roared, pumping his cock and exploding over their faces. The thick ropes of seminal fluid spattered over their lips, and he groaned, his body twitching, as he shot more spurts over their noses, eyes, and even in their hair. Once he was spent both girls shared his cock, slipping it their mouths- first in Max's; semen smearing over her lips then into her mouth- then Sam kissed Max as the cock slipped out of Max's mouth and plopped into hers. She tasted the saltiness of his sperm as well as the tang of Max's ass on his cock, and just revelled in the sordid act, jerking his aching cock with her hand and sucking hard, slowly bobbing her head... Robbie looked down at the stunning erotically painted twin faces and knew he'd be bored with every porn chick he'd fuck from here on in... * 'I'm fuckin' rolling in green baby! I been in this business eight fuckin' years now, an' I never saw nuttin that hot! You know it's the first time in years I got a boner watching people fuck...!' 'Just give us the intel on Klaas,' Max said, disgusted (with herself more than with Udrik), especially with the taste of semen still fresh in her mouth. Dark Angel: Mirror Crack'd 'Boston, Massachusetts,' Kalm said, 'he owns a building there; and we are talking state of the art security baby, an' all away from the prying eyes of the government...' 'It's made up as a technology building, Lead-in-IT or whatever, but its all just a front. The personnel are all ex-military, and they got motion-sensing cameras and thermal do-hicky's; all that high-end gadget shit...' 'You want this Interpol agent, an' his in the States, then thas where he's bein kept.' 'We find out, you're not on the level- Sam warned. 'Hey, I made my doe, and you two are hurting Klaas where it really hurts. 'Sides, you'll never make it into that fortress. You're as good as dead, anyway,' Udrik grinned malevolently... - Once Sam and Max left his office, Udrik pulled out his cell and dialled a number... 'Yo, I need ya to put me in touch with Klaas...' 'Don't matter who this is, an' don't bother tracin' this number, I got the signal jumpin' off three different satellites...' 'You get in touch with him, and ya ask him how much two Transgenics is worth to him; I'll call back in twelve hours, ok yokel.' * Max and Sam came out of Kalm's office after attaining the information they required. As they entered the parking lot where their motorcycles were, they caught a blur of motion before Max was kicked in the stomach and knocked to the ground, after which Sam was punched in the face and her legs were swept out from underneath her... Max looked up at the smoulderingly beautiful Polynesian looking girl who stood over them ready to attack again, dressed in a satin robe that partially hung open revealing her supple, left tit and stiff dark brown nipple... 'You're Transgenic!' Max said to her. The woman stepped back cautious yet alert, 'identify yourself,' she demanded. Max got up slowly, raising her hands in a gesture of good faith, 'Del, right? You were.. "doing" the guy on the lawn when we came in?' 'I said identify yourself, Now!' Del repeated, harshly. 'X5-453,' Sam complied, 'she's X5-452. Now who the hell are you?' 'X6,' Del said, standing down, 'X6-899...' 'You interrogated Udrik about Klaas!?' 'What's it to you?' Max fished. 'He hired me,' Del stated. 'Lemme guess,' Max smirked, 'he sent you after the Soto Mark.' Sam stood at ready, sensing the tensions mounting, 'you're a Transgenic merc!?' 'I prefer private security consultant,' Del shot, 'If you're after my client, we hav- '...We're not!' Max snapped growing increasingly annoyed, 'but we are looking for the Soto Mark as well.' 'Then, we do have a problem!' Del threatened. Max looked at Sam, then back at Del, ready on the offensive... '...I guess we do...!' *** Cast Max (X5-452): Jessica Alba Logan Cale: Michael Weatherly Guests Sam (X5-453):Jessica Alba Sabastian: Jade C. Bell Del (X6-899):Moon Bloodgood Udrik 'UK' Kalm: Dennis Hopper * [I was asked to be more varied in the sex scenes I write; thus the slightly different approach with this story; hope it satisfied - INYOTEF ;) ] Next in DARK ANGEL: MIRROR CRACK'D... ...The black man looked up, bullet holes in his back, blood dripping out the wounds, yet he showed no pain, in fact he didn't react to being shot multiple times at all... '...The Soto Mark is not in the case!' Vivian exclaimed, 'It's HIM, KILL HIM, RETRIEVE THE IMPLANT...!' ...The Soto Mark looked down at the cowering Vivian Shevchenko, then grabbed Soto and jumped out the window... He dropped down thirty stories, and crashed onto the ground spiting the asphalt...! '...That's it,' said Del, 'That's where you will find Muda Yobo...' ...She's right,' Del said agreeing with Max, 'we go in and make a ruckus and Yobo will escape. Probably flee the country and lessen our chances at getting the Soto Mark Technology...' 'We slip in, get him alone...' ...Within a few minutes, Max and Del found themselves in the luxurious suite of Muda Yobo, the Nigerian warlord. He stood before them wearing a robe and holding a large stemmed glass of port... '...You are from Klaas, yes?' he chuckled, 'this is good; very generous...' ...Max was having a hard time staying in control; an eight-way gangbang was not on the cards... ...Del was moaning like a sex starved whore as she went buck-wild bouncing on one guards cock while another stood there while she sucked him off...! ...Max's face crumpled, and she looked up at Yobo as he got ready to fuck her ass... ...As the group walked into the L.T.D. building, Max became very weary of the mission as she looked around. She spotted dozens of thermal cameras, motion detectors, roof inserted retinal scanners that read peoples pupils every couple of seconds, as well as at least thirty armed guards here on the ground level- all of them ex-military. Their only hope was that security lessened the further they went up... DARK ANGEL MIRROR CRACK'D CHAPTER 2 By INYOTEF© COMING SOON