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Dark Angel: Nark

By: inyotefi



Odessa, Texas...

The ever present searchlights shone over the desert sand scanning for intruders. The military personnel were on high-alert as they navigated their assigned patrol routes, their fingers itching against the triggers of their assault riffles. This was no ordinary military base; it was assembled after the Pulse of June, 1st '09 for the protection of National Security. The base held information on a special 'transgenic soldier' project helmed by a government splinter faction dubbed: Manticore!

The facility itself held only one individual; kept deep underground in an old fallout bunker.

The explosion illuminated the night sky as four army jeeps were engulfed in flames and shot up into the air. Loud sirens and flashing red lights threw the base to life as the soldiers readied themselves for action. A second explosion sent a large thick, metal door flying off its hinges; and when the smoke cleared it revealed an ominous sight...

Not much of the man could be seen; for he wore a thick, tattered coat, and a hood concealed his face. He also appeared to be wearing a gasmask, but still, from the dark shadow that hid his brow; his hazy, ice blue eyes appeared to shine thru. He held a young boy by the scruff of his neck. The boy was scrawny with unkempt, jet black hair that was short on the sides but thick and bushy on top. He was, at present, rigid with fear.

The hooded stranger peered at the dozen-plus marines with riffles trained on him, his breathing shallow and raspy.

The marines were all staring at his exposed hand, the one around the boy's neck; it had a dirty bandage wrapped round it, but it was the skin that was, weird; it was pasty and chalk white!

The stranger was focused on the military presence, as if he were studying each soldier; trying to expose a kink in the chain. It made the men nervous, but they dare not fire and risk taking out the boy accidentally.

Finally he broke the tension and spoke, 'stand down, or I snap his vertebrae.'

He watched the marines in silence, waiting for them to test his resolve; the young boy whimpering in his grasp.

'At ease,' came the voice from within the huddle of marines. The general; an elderly man in his early-seventies walked out into view, 'lower your goddamn weapons!'

The marines reluctantly obeyed the command from their superior. The general looked up at the imposing man who stood a head taller than he was...

'Okay son, I'm General Dan Whitaker. I'm in command here, so just take it easy, this is a government facility. You can't-'

'The boy is worth more than this entire facility, so we can and will walk out of here, and you can't do a fucking thing about it.'

*

Across the country away from the desert, in the pouring rain in a dark, dingy alleyway; she moaned...

Pressed up against the brick wall, her bare ass scraping against the concrete; she gave a deep, throaty, grunt as she tightened her legs around the stranger. Her hands ran through his thick dreadlocks and she writhed as his hands clutched and squeezed her firm buttocks. Her chest was heaving and slightly red because of her hyper-aroused state; her breasts were swollen and her hard nipples stood on end like pencil erasers, especially with cold raindrops splashing against her. Her vagina was soaked with her oily secretions, and gripped around the man's pulsing organ as it slid so deep into her body. 

Her name was Max; and she was unlike any ordinary person...

The sexual agony that had consumed her entire body for the past two days were proof of her origins.

They- the scientists who had made her- called it an estrocycle. She knew it was because of the feline genes she was spliced with; she was nothing more than a cat in heat climbing the walls looking for some action three times a year: a nigh-uncontrollable, unyielding, and insatiable need to have sex with the first male she laid eyes on.

And so here she was; bucking in pleasure as this Rastafarian drug dealer pounded her tender pussy and ravished her toned body in some random, filthy alley. Worst still was that she was thoroughly enjoying it!

'Ahh gurll,' the man breathed trying to control his cock, his hands slipping as he tried to grip her sweaty thighs. Max stretched her neck, looking up and swallowing a moan, the rain water streaming down her sated face. She was at her sexual plateau, the stimulation growing more intense; her vagina narrowing and gripping the man's erect penis, her orgasm imminent. Her entire body seemingly hummed with arousal, her orange top pulling tightly over her chest, her hard nipples poking obscenely thru the fabric. 

She had come down here to the rough lower-east side of Seattle, to where no one would recognise her to do what she was doing. The man was selling blow at the entrance of this alleyway, and she just threw caution to the wind; and was now reviling in the aftermath along with him; he probably thought he was the luckiest SOB in the city.

'Ahh' hahh' yeesss,' Max whined latching onto him.

'Jummun, bahby,' he groaned as she flexed her cunt muscles around his engorged penis. She latched even tighter onto his body, humping him as she felt the pleasure from her pussy begin to envelope her entire body, a little longer and she'd find release-

The door across from them abruptly flung open causing the Rasta to almost drop her slender body in shock. He turned to see an out-of-breath, scrawny teenage boy ogling at them...

This boy looked hysteric, terrified even.

If he was afraid before, the Rasta wasn't going to help the situation none, this kid had just interrupted him fucking the shit out of some gorgeous, horny slut.

'Wut da fuck ya tink ya be doin mun, miyoo?' he growled, turning to the boy ready to give him a beat down.

Max sensed the danger and reacted in a blinding speed; grabbing, twisting and locking his arm behind his back, then gripping the back of his head and slamming it into the wall leaving a blood stain and him out cold and half naked on the ground. She then turned to the boy to find him gaping at her, his face now pink with embarrassment. She finally realised she was still naked from the waist down giving him a nice long look at her hairless pussy...

'Oh shit, turn around you perv!' she freaked covering her crotch with her hands and turning her waist to the side; looking for her discarded jean and panties.

'Oh hell I'm soo sorry. Jeez fuck I gotta go, his after me, shit, shit,' the boy started rambling in a panic, half jumping on the spot. 

Meantime Max had gotten her pants on and was growing more annoyed by the second.

'What the hell are you doing? What are you talking about you peeping-tom whacko?'

Suddenly the boy froze on the spot! The expression on his face went blank, and he spoke fast as if reciting something, 'voice recognition validated, facial identity matched. Female X5 transgenic soldier.'

The same panicked expression appeared on his face and he looked at Max who was now gawking at him...

'You're X5-452,' he said.

*

Senator Bill Riley sat at his desk tapping his fingers in time with the ticks of the large grandfather clock that stood in his office; deep in thought.

He was distracted by the phone that buzzed and pushed the button.

'Senator, he's arrived, shall I send him in?'

'Please do Blanche, and clear my schedule for the rest of the day, will you.'

'Yes Senator.'

The office door opened and the man that walked in was stern and serious, dressed in a bland suit and grey trench coat.

'White,' the Senator smiled getting to his feet and shaking the man's hand, 'thank you for coming to DC so promptly.'

'I was told it was important, Senator Riley,' Ames White replied.

'Yes, well you're heading the situation in Seattle with the whole Manticore debacle-'

'I'm not at liberty to discuss that sir,' White interrupted.

'Please son, I'm well informed about that mess; not that it's necessary with those mutants running loose on the damn streets for the world to see...'

'Anyway, like I was going to say, the current dilemma is related,' the Senator finished handing him a folder.

White opened it and gleaned over the contents, then looked up at Riley questioningly.

'After the Pulse, it became an immediate concern to house sensitive information securely,' Riley started to explain, 'especially the information pertaining to the creation of genetic soldiers and assassins.'

'Manticore,' White said, looking down at the picture of a nerdish, thin, kid.

'Eh-yes. Computers became risky, so a different form of human tinkering was tampered with, namely neurology. The result was that boy...'

'To the world, hell even to most of the government, he doesn't exist. He was kept locked up in a bunker in Odessa his entire life; drugged up to his eyeballs, kept in an induced coma with wires and machines monitoring his brain waves, all very nasty stuff. Our own little black book...'

'Inside his head lies everything; everyone directly and indirectly involved with the project from its conception. All the scientists, geneticists, biologists, and physicists who made the soldiers as well as the surrogates who carried them. And a nifty list of names and info on every X-series created...'

'That boy is a human-nark list!'

'I was unaware of all this sir, had I known of this boy, I'd of had a hell of an easier go at recapturing the escaped transgenics,' White blurted out in anger.

'His existence was deemed classified above top secrete, you know how all this need-to-know stuff works, White. He was kept in a goddamn fallout bunker for a reason. Can you imagine if he fell into enemy hands,' Riley protested.

'So why tell me now? Sir!'

'Because the boy was taken 13 hours ago, we believe by a transgenic. Thirty soldiers killed and seventeen badly wounded by one man. The debrief on the general in charge is in that file...'

'You are under explicit orders to find the boy; and given the nature of the intel he hold, you are to retire him.'

'Is this an, official, order, sir?' White asked.

'This conversation never happened son. As far as Langley knows you came into town to give a progress report on your current assignment.'

'Understood sir,' White nodded before turning around and leaving the office.

*

Max and her new 'friend' sat in secluded corner in Crash; she was staring at him as he gobbled down a plate of French fries, still wigged out by who, or what he said he was.

She spoke in an undertone, 'so, do you have a name?'

'The guys in the white uniforms who guarded me, called me Flinch...'

'I have that attention deficiency thingy, and extreme neurosis, panic attacks, and oh, I have mild seizures too. And, also, I'm kinda jumpy, I think that's why they called me that, Flinch, I mean.' 

'Yeah, I got that. And I know all about the seizures...'

'So tell me bout this guy who sprang you out the joint then kidnapped you; Sway?'

Flinch got that blank expression on his face again, Max had seen it for the third time now (the second being when he told her what he was), it seemingly happened when he was retrieving information from his brain...

'X7-005, polar insurgence operative, able to withstand sub-zero climates. Trained in hand to hand combat, demolitions, tactical warfare, and anti-terrorists tactics. Deployed in the field October ,2010 to Moscow to asses probability that suspected Russia of the electromagnetic pulse. Discovered sensitive intel on the creation of the human-nark list; mission was listed, failed, X7-005 KIA.' 

'Killed in action; right!' Max snickered, Sway found out you were being mixed in a test tube and faked his own death to wait it out till you were all grown up...'

'Then he decides on a more profitable line of work, prolly planning on selling you on the black market. Yahoo's would pay thru the butte to get their hands on a Manticore how-to manual,' Max said using a serviette to dab her sweaty brow.

'Y-you in the advanced stages of your estrocycle,' Flinch ventured.

'Listen up 'brain job' keep a lid on it kay, I don't need the science babble on this bitch, I got a handle on it...'

'Now the way I figure, you got the government looking for you too, so we got to stash you somewhere. B'lieve me; suites aren't too friendly bout genetic freaks walking round Seattle these days.'

'You're helping me!' Flinch grinned hopefully.

'Look don't get all jolly, kay. You're the same as all us other Manticore rejects; thrown into the pool without a life-jacket; 'cept unlike the rest of us, you can't swim. You got no training and I don't want your blood on my hands,' even while speaking the words Max realised how much Logan's ideals had rubbed off on her. Either way, her body was on fire; and being here in Crash, all this testosterone around, even the thought (and it was there) of not finding the relief of an orgasm with the Rasta in the alley was making her terribly irritable and extremely horny.

But where could she take him? She didn't dare go to Logan while in heat; not while infected with the retrovirus. Max sat there weighing her options: she couldn't take him home, even though he was a thin little eighteen year old loser; she was still very much in heat and couldn't risk being alone with a guy. Alec? He lived alone; if she explained things he would let Flinch bunk there for a night or two. Or she could take him to Terminal City; it was 'freak central' but Flinch wasn't transgenic, and didn't have immunities to biohazards.

'Let's blaze,' Max said getting up and dropping some notes on the table to cover her tab, she decided she would make her mind up on the way because she was getting dangerously close to throwing in the towel and dragging one of the bars patrons into one of the toilet stalls.

Flinch got up and followed her outside Crash. Sighing in relief as she once again felt the soothing rain on her heated flesh, her keen senses peaked and she looked over the street at the man in the tattered coat watching them.

'Flinch, you gotta move, now,' she warned.

'Wha-what!?'

'Down the alley, go, I'm right behind you,' Max said sternly.

Flinch was in a frantic panic again, it looked like he'd have a heart attack. Max grabbed his arm and pulled him down the alley. She ran, careful not to use her transgenic speed because of Flinch. She stopped abruptly realising they had come up on a dead end, then turned when she heard footsteps behind them.

The man stopped several feet away and removed his hood. Max looked at his pasty, chalk white skin, and the bluish-purple veins that ran like spider-webs down the sides of his face; she glared into his icy blue eyes- she had seen worse Manticore creations. 

'You must be Sway,' she smirked.

'I don't wanna hurt you little girl, so just hand the kid over,' Sway said in a calm but intimidating voice.

'So what, you put a bug on him? That how you found him?'

'Who are you?' Sway asked, realising it wasn't a typical question and that this girl was way too calm confronting him.

'You're blocking my exit, so step aside or you're gonna get an ass-whooping,' Max said keeping her stance ready for attack.

'X5 right?' Sway sniggered, 'yeah, all you X5's are so damn cocky...'

'I'll ask you one more time, hand over the boy.'

'You're so stupid, the word special comes to mind, why don't you think bout what the odds are of me doing that!' Max retorted.

Sway now had a smug look on his face, 'fine!'

Max acted on trained instinct, slipping a knife out her belt and flinging it. It lodged into the electric fuse box on the wall next to Sway, and he had to cover his face to shield himself from the blinding sparks.

Taking advantage of the distraction, she grabbed Flinch by his arm ready to make a run for it. But Sway was mobile again; pulling out twin pistols! Max had to act fast; she tossed Flinch into one of the rubbish dumpsters, pulling the lid closed, kicking it around, and taking cover behind it as Sway opened fire; the bullets ricocheting off the metal.

The gunshots echoed in the narrow passageway, nozzle flashes illuminating the dark. Taking a breath, Max rose and kicked the dumpster hard hearing Flinch wail inside it as it skidded along the alleyway. Taking advantage of the moving cover, Max ran behind the dumpster; and when it got close to Sway she used her transgenic juice and leapt over, flying thru the air. Max kicked, catching Sway full in the side of the face with a sickening crunch. He fell, tumbled, and rolled across the floor groaning in pain.

With Sway once again out of commission Max quickly pulled Flinch out of the dumpster and ran out of the alley. Sway got up clenching his aching jaw. He pulled on his hood and gave chase; but on coming out of the alley he found no sight of his quarry, they were lost in the sea of people. Keeping his cool, he pulled his hood properly over his abnormal face and disappeared into the crowd as well.

*

'Holy fuck, yaaarrgh!' Flinch yelled out as the heated knife pierced just under the skin of his shoulder blade.

'Oh quit being such a baby,' Max quipped as she prodded under his skin trying to flake the small object out.

Finally she managed it and dropped the blood stained tracking device on the floor then stepping on it, 'that should take care of ice-man finding us again. He must of injected it under your skin before reviving you at the Odessa base; that's what I would'a done.'

'Jeez, couldn't he just hide it on my clothing,' Flinch complained looking at the crushed device as Max bandaged the wound she had made.

'it's a field transmitter with global positioning to within a 10 000 mile radius from anywhere; used in case a soldier fell behind enemy lines,' Max explained.

'I thought those who got caught were disavowed,' Flinch asked.

'Well, sometimes the intel is worth the risk of a rescue attempt,' Max explained casually, 'there you are, good to go.'

She stretched out her body in a lingering yawn, her ample chest causing the fabric of her top to stretch obscenely. Flinch caught sight of her hard nipples poking through the fabric and swallowed audibly. Max heard this and opened her eyes looking at him. Her heat clouded and misinterpreted what she actually saw; in her currently depraved mind, Flinch was seductively licking his lips and leaning back in the chair so that she could watch him rub his cock through his trousers; it made her almost unbearably horny.

Flinch's mouth fell open as he watched Max slip off her black leather jacket and run her hands over her breasts, cupping them before tracing her fingers over the outline of her nipple thru the material of her top then squeezing and mashing her tits together. She sat back and parted her legs cupping her vagina thru her jean while still fondling her bounteous chest. The look in her eyes were that of sex incarnate; or at least Flinch believed this to be so, he had spent the eighteen years of his life in a fallout bunker; suffice it to say: he was a tad inexperienced.

Max moaned sucking her plump bottom lip while sensually looking Flinch square in the eyes; she was so damn hot. She could feel her damp panties sticking to her slick pussy-lips as she teased herself...

Enough was enough! She needed a fuck now!

She got to her feet and peeled off her tight orange midriff top; standing before Flinch in a black bra, 'seeing as how you got the skinny on all the details bout my heat cycles, you may as well lend a hand, or, a dick, in relieving me.'

Flinch visibly shook before her as she made the suggestion.

Max looked down at him shaking her head, 'look, its just a quick fuck. I mean I'm giving you a treat here right, and afterward we'll forget it ever happened,' she said while unclipping her bra.

With her full, round, bronzed rack on display; Flinch felt as if the oxygen had been sucked right out of his lungs, all he was able to do was gape at her. Her breasts sat high on her chest and looked succulent, capped off by two perfect stiff little light brown nipples, her tummy was flat and toned, and her belly button was pierced with a silver little stud. His cock was rock hard and bulging against his trousers making him swallow uncomfortably again.


Dark Angel: Nark Ch. 02



Authors note: I dunno, there's something different about this one. I struggled to find the right balance of story-telling and smut; after all this is still a 'stroke-story' as I amusingly read somewhere once (I think it was in one of Supman's stories). Anyway I'd appreciate you guys hitting me back with a few comments so that I can know I still have a handle on things. That said; Enjoy- INYOTEF ;) 

***

Thunder clouds rolled, and forked lightning split the night sky, with an onslaught of heavy rain and sleet falling from the heavens as if torrent burst.

He stood underneath the overpass bridge, draped in his flowing, tattered coat, the bone-chilling weather having no effect on him whatsoever. A black Chrysler pulled up alongside the pavement in front of him and he opened the door, ducked down and climbed in before it pulled off again.

Next to him, sat an elderly man with a worried look on his face.

'There's been a complication,' Sway told General Dan Whitaker, 'an X5 has the boy. But I'll handle it.'

'You call that a complication,' the General roared, 'that's a fucking balls-up, its unexecep-'

'I said I'll handle it,' Sway said sternly, 'that means I will.'

He looked at the driver, and the Chrysler stopped in the middle of the street. Sway opened the door putting one foot out when he felt Whitaker grab his arm. He turned and looked Whitaker in the face with those murderous piercing blue eyes of his.

Whitaker took a breath and cautiously let go, 'look if this goes pair shaped I'm finished. We're talking federal prison; court-martial. I've given thirty years and three marriages to this goddamn country and for that I got put on baby watching duty in some damn dump in the middle of Texas...'

'Well not anymore. Its time I got what's mine...!'

'Now the South African buyer is already smoothed over, but if something goes wrong he'll walk,' Whitaker finished, almost pleading now.

Sway didn't utter a word in reply. He simply got out the car and walked into the rain...

Whitaker sat back and tried to breath easy; he regretted striking a deal with that pale devil. The man absolutely terrified him.

*

Max's hands gripped the rim of the bathtub, water splashing up against her as she rolled her waist, pressing down hard so that Flinch's modest cock pushed deep inside her aching pussy. She gave a long, drawn out moan as she slowly circled her waist then ground it back and forth; Flinch going cross-eyed beneath her.

'Hold it steady, just control it,' Max instructed as she played with her clit and slowly thrust up and down half his length.

'Shhhshhhh- fffck,' Flinch groaned, his hands gripping Max's scrumptious butte.

Max looked down at the boy and started bouncing on his cock again, squeezing him in her body and slapping onto his pelvis.

'Yess- hahh.. Ffnnn like'at, ohh, hhhhu,' she breathed, panting.

She bucked and twitched and shook and gyrated as she took his cock over and over; bathwater splashing out of the tub and spilling on the floor. This was the fourth time they were having sex, and the human-nark list made an exceptional sex toy. The first time he barely held two minutes, and the second wasn't much better. The third had him really getting her squirming, but his scrawny body lacked the strength to really drive it home for her.

So here they were in the bathtub for the fourth go, and this time Max was determined to cum!

Her clit throbbed as she circled it with her fingers; her pussy massaged Flinch's aching cock as she slurred up and down it, the bathwater causing slight resistance. Her lungs burned as she tried to take a breath- it all felt so good! Her heat cycle fuelling every time movement, every titillating desire. And with it all that desire spread through her entire being; and with just a little more it would all erupt in the orgasm her body pleaded for.

She went for it- slamming her tight, gleaming cunt over Flinch's throbbing dick as hard and as fast as she could. The boys face turned pink as he tried to hold on; it was incredible! If only he'd have been with another woman; at least then he would appreciate how lucky he was to have a girl as hot and as animalistic as Max totally ravishing him.

At present he felt his balls go numb and his body shake violently, and he let rip. The head spinning, toe-curling sensation overtook him and he jerked as his biggest load yet exploded inside Max's angelic body.

Max's mouth opened wide as she felt the warm sticky fluid burst inside her and was about to bend over him giving that last few thrusts that would see her shearing an orgasmic experience with him, but was yet again denied!

'Max! 'You home boo?' she heard Original Cindy calling from the living room.

Max froze on the spot, but Flinch was too dazed to have noticed.

She jumped out of the tub and grabbed her robe from behind damaged the bathroom door.

'You, stay,' she told Flinch, then ran out.

'Hey,' she greeted Cindy coming out with a guilty look on her face she was trying hard to hide.

'Damn girl you look like you're running a fever, boo,' Cindy said, looking at Max's flustered face.

'Wh- I, no I'm ok,' Max stammered.

'Eh-huh,' Cindy frowned looking at her, 'you're in heat again aren't you?'

Max's face gave it away. Ever since she had told Cindy about her freak-show origins, she, Cindy, could read her like an open book; so there was no point in trying to deny it.

'I got it under control,' Max said.

No sooner were the words spoken when Flinch walked out of the bathroom naked.

'Oh shit, fck,' he squirmed seeing Cindy and grabbing a pot to cover his privates then darting into the bedroom; all to Max's shame and humiliation.

'I can explain,' Max said, her face red with embarrassment.

'Mmm-hmm, all under control; right,' Cindy mocked, 'you don't gotta explain yerself to me. If you wanna bump uglies with random dorkish looking, white boys; you go right on ahead sister.'

'He has ties to Manticore-' Max tried to explain.

'Original Cindy already told you. Who you get down and dirty with is your bin'ess,' Cindy repeated, 'I just hope he don't got the transgenic version of syphilis, is all I'm say'n. Coz dat would be just nasty; and that boy did not have a rubber on his happy bits!'

Max was annoyed by that last comment and just turned and went to her room.

A few minutes later she and Flinch came out fully clothed. She ignored Cindy and wheeled her motorbike out the apartment.

'Boo,' Cindy said.

Max stopped but didn't turn around.

'You be careful messing with Manticore bin'ess, you hear.'

Max shut the door and smiled to herself at her BFF's concern.

*

Ames White stood on the harbour docks looking out at the plastic bottles and trash floating in the sea water. A silver Mercedes entered the shipyard and stopped near him; the electronic back window sliding down.

He walked over to the car.

'Fe'nos tol,' the shadowy figure from within greeted.

'Fe'nos tol,' White returned.

'We have our orders, the boy is useful. You are not to retire him!'

'I had a feeling they would feel that way,' White said, 'so we use him to wrap up business rounding up these freaks-'

'Our main interest is 452,' interjected the man in the car, 'perhaps this, human-nark list, has the information on her DNA work-up.' 

'I have junkies on the streets keeping their eyes open,' White commented, but knowing this was irregular; he added, 'the city is filled with degenerates looking for a quick fix. I don't give a damn feeding their habit and letting them kill themselves off; long as the information the provide is viable.'

'Imaginative,' the man in the car quipped.

White leaned over the car, 'and the X7?'

'Good hunting,' replied the shadowy figure, 'Fe'nos tol.'

The car drove off and White looked out at the polluted sea again...

'Fe'nos tol.'

*

Max and Flinch walked down the filthy graffiti decorated hallway and stopped in front of Alec's apartment door. She took her hand out of her pocket and knocked loudly. The two of them stood there waiting, but there was no response so Max knocked again.

'Shit, typical,' she whined.

'Your friend's not here?' Flinch asked.

'His an X5 as well,' Max told him, 'and I'm not sure. Stay put, Ill be right back.'

She walked to the window slid it open and climbed out onto the fire escape. Max walked along the rickety railing and stopped at Alec's living room window and peered through the dirty glass.

Her breath hitched and her heart caught in her throat!

In the lounge on the sofa, she watched speechlessly as a shapely blonde with short'ish hair writhed in pleasure as she rode Alec. Max could clearly see the woman's lush, clean-shaven, pink snatch piston up and down Alec's thick glistening cock.

The woman was gripping Alec's broad shoulders and gyrating then circling her waist, thrusting hard, her tight pussy taking that big cock to the hilt. Then as she thrust she threw her head back and Max choked when she saw her face-

It was Asha Barlow. She was Logan's friend and part of a resistance movement known as the S.1.W.

All at once Max's estrocycle was back causing her body temperature to rapidly rise until her tan skin was glistening as if she had been oiled up. As she watched Alec and Asha fuck her enhanced senses heightened and even through the window she could clearly hear them moan in pleasure and slap into each other. Her panty quickly became wet as her clitoris began to hum and her pussy seeped it's translucent juices, causing her to bite her lip hard.

Asha was moaning, thrusting harder, taking the hard dick stuffed in her cunt deeper, her firm round ass rippling as it slapped against his balls. Alec was grabbing her modest chest, using his strong hands to knead her pert tits before gnawing on one of them roughly. He sunk lower into the sofa and slammed up into her hard; Max groaning as she watched Asha's cunt clench around his wide girth.

She ran her hand over her toned stomach then pushed it into her jean and beneath her panties. She grunted, her strong thighs squeezing her hand as it rubbed her soaked pussy. Two fingers sank deep inside her cunt and slid in and out as she stood there spying on Alec and Asha; taking in every movement they made, every moan and groan they uttered, every smell that wafted in the air.

Alec pushed Asha off him and pinned her down on the couch, her legs wrapping around his waist as he took his dick and pushed back inside her. She yelled out, her nails digging into his back and her hips bucking as he fucked her hard, slamming his waist into hers. Her eyes snapped shut and she was gritting her teeth, her skin damp with sweat. Her moans grew louder with every thrust and Max could tell she was going to cum.

Max quivered as she plunged her fingers in her tight cunt, she imagined herself pinned there under Alec, picturing him driving that thick, hard cock into her over and over. Her breath quickened and she bit back her moans. She pulled her fingers out and rubbed her clit, whimpering softly, God she needed to be fucked.

In the apartment Alec mashed Asha's tits together and made her body jerk as he pumped her tight pink pussy, ramming his swollen cock into her. Her toes curled and she put her hands on his making her chest turn pink as he squeezed her tits harder; then she arched her back and snapped her eyes closed, her body cringing in orgasm...! 

'Max!' Flinch suddenly called, sticking his head out the window from the hallway.

Max yanked her hand out of her jean in shock as she snapped out of her heat-induced delirium, her face wide-eyed and guilt-ridden. She looked at Flinch but couldn't answer, so she just swept past him back into the hallway, balled her fist and used the side of it to knock on Alec's door so loud it was impossible for his not to hear it.

She could hear the frantic shuffling inside as Alec and Asha undoubtedly fell over each other trying to find their clothing.

'W-who is it?' Alec called out, short of breath.

'Max! Open up!' Max replied, annoyed because she was so goddamn horny.

There was more shuffling inside before Max heard the latch unlock and the door was opened.

'Max,' Alec greeted, fully clothed but still sweaty (making Max inwardly groan), 'whatta you do-' he stopped himself when he saw Flinch.

'We have a problem,' Max said, pushing past him and entering his apartment without an invitation.

Asha had probably ducked into Alec's bedroom as there was no sign of her, but Max could still smell the sex in the room; she shook her head to get her mind right.

'Max, what the hell's going on?' Alec snapped, growing irritated. 

Max looked at him smirking, blue-balls must have been effecting him. 

'This is Flinch,' she said gesturing with a nod, 'his some kind of Manticore how-to manual...'

'There's a transgenic after him and he need's a place to lie low.'

Alec filled in the gaps himself, oddly it happened allot with their background. 'So you brought him here? Dammit Max, why do you always involve me in the shit you're always neck-deep in!'

'I don't have time for this,' Max snapped, 'he-' 

She stopped because Asha had decided to enter the room (wearing a robe; her hair wet as if she had got out of a shower). Her whole face gave away the fact that she was still enjoying the effects of her orgasm, and Max found herself envying her.

There was an awkward silence until Alec spoke up, 'Asha, eh-ehum, has an APB out on her so she's lying low here.' Then he added, 'so as you can see I'm outta room.'

'Can't Logan help?' Asha suggested.

'Logan and I aren't exactly on the best of terms right now,' Max said looking down in shame.

Alec sighed; Max and Logan, there was a relationship that belonged on that old TV show, Jerry Springer; 'I understand you need a hand here Max, but-' 'Shit; what's the deal, whose after him and why?'

'Look, all I know is Flinch is from some base in Odessa, and there's some sort of ice soldier, thingy-'

'Polar-insurgence operative,' Flinch corrected.

'Whatever!' Max snapped, 'this guy wants him to sell him on the black market 'cause he has all kinds of intel stored in his brain.'

'Well, looks like we'll need Logan's help-' Alec agreed only to be shot down.

'I told you-' Max argued.

'Ill go see Logan,' he said, 'he can use his connections to help. You, Asha, and the human hard drive wait till I get back.'

Alec looked apologetically at Asha then grabbed his coat and slammed the door behind him.

*

There was an awkwardness, a weird feeling of unease as the two men tried to cooperate with one another- For Alec; it was nerve-wrecking, considering he had no clue why Logan was giving him the cold shoulder (Not that they were really chummy in anyway). For Logan; it was the inner-agony of the knowledge that Max had run into Alec's arms (Which was the lie she had told him to distance them, less she infected him with the retrovirus again). Still Logan knew this was a favour for her, for Max! He knew how much of herself she invested in helping her own- And he was going to show her he had her back, no matter what!

'Here,' he said to Alec, 'here we go. All data shows no existence of a government base in Odessa, but, if you check maps and thermal satellite pics; you get a fallout bunker like what this, Flinch guy, described.'

Alec leaned over the desk looking at the computer monitor, 'yip, the Manticore facility in Wyoming was kept under wraps-'

'Yeah,' Logan rudely interrupted, 'seems the files has this Odessa base down as a facility for decommissioning nukes. Biohazards are a good way of keeping nosey people out of the loop...'

'Let me pull up some personnel records...'

'Got it,' he smiled as a headshot and personal information file popped on screen, 'The base was headed by, one, Dan Whitaker. A general...'

'And... 'It looks like his currently in Seattle.'

'That's some coincidence,' Alec smirked.

'He obviously tracked the kid here,' Logan deduced, 'I got an address on where he'll be tonight...'

'The Socialite- It's an exclusive gentlemen's club in the Financial district. My late uncle Jonas was a member.'

'Great, so how are we suppose to get to him, I mean you're not exactly of exclusive stature these days,' Alec grumbled.

Logan turned to him, 'the club provides female company from the Satin Bordello, it's a high class escort agency...'

'I'm sure Max could use her sex-appeal to wrangle her way into the club.'

Alec smirked again.

*

'There you go Maxie,' Alec said pulling up his stolen Lancia opposite the Socialite Club, 'I hope you're wearing nice underwear.'

They watched as a dozen beautiful woman got out of limo scantily clad in nothing more than lingerie and stockings. In the backseat of the car, Max sighed, this was not going well at all. She began pulling off her clothing, stripping down to a pair of black panties and a matching bra, and replacing her boots with a pair of black open-toed sandals. Asha turned to her from the passengers seat, raising an eyebrow, impressed by Max's toned body...

'Okay,' she said, 'once you in there and have Whitaker alone, which I assume won't be a problem for you dressed like that...' 

'You use this,' she paused pulling out a tiny needle and syringe, 'concentrated sodium pentathlon, compliments of the S.1.W.'

'Truth serum,' Max smiled, 'great, thanks.'

*

Max entered the main auditorium of the building; she was looking around at how the filthy rich bathed in their decadence while the world outside limped along in the aftermath of the Pulse. On the plus side as a pretend-prostitute, she easily outshone all the other 'working girls' in the place; and being in heat only tipped the scales in her favour so much more as her body glowed with a light sheen of sweat, and her eyes were constantly filled with lust.

She used the effects of her heat to her advantage as she sauntered through the room in search of General Dan Whitaker, though always battling not to fall slave to her whack hormonal desires.

As she swayed through the club she felt a firm, strong hand grip and squeeze her ass cheek. Her smile was automatic as she turned to face the man she recognised as a corrupt city official from one of Logan's Eyes Only files.

'My dear,' he grinned, massaging her plump cheek while whispering in her ear, 'I have a nice bottle of bubbly in my VIP booth over there, and I could do with your company.'

Max closed her eyes and conscientiously fought back the urge to pounce on the man and tear his $1000 suite off; and as if heaven sent, when she opened them to look at the VIP area she saw Whitaker entering through one of the curtained dividers.

'Sorry handsome,' she smiled, 'but General Whitaker asked and paid for my services in advance.'

The man had a disappointed scowl on his face, but he reluctantly let Max walk away.

Knowing where her target was, Max moved a bit faster before anyone else got ideas, but as she got to where Whitaker was she saw a blonde call girl heading there as well.

'Hey bitch!' the girl protested when Max grabbed her wrist as she was about to draw the curtain.

'Sorry sister,' Max said twisting, and pinning her arm behind her back then shoving her aside, 'I have an appointment with the General.' She then turned and entered the booth.

'Slut!' the blonde escort yelled rubbing her wrist.

'You are not Trudy,' Whitaker said as Max entered his private booth.

'Trudy sprained her wrist,' Max smiled, 'I was sent over instead, I'm Maxine. I hope you don't disapprove.'

Whitaker looked at the gorgeous young women before him- exquisite body, tan skin, round perky breasts and long shapely legs all poured into a sexy black pair of knickers.

'My dear, you make Trudy look like a hoodlum tramp, why on God's green earth would I disapprove?'

Max grinned, 'glad to please, sir...'




Dark Angel: Nark Ch. 02



'Shall we?'

With that she put a sexy sway in her hips as she walked over to Whitaker and kicked his legs apart. She bent over him and groped his penis firmly thru his trousers, smiling when he groaned out loud.

'I'm gonna rock your world baby,' she whispered into his ear in a sluttish voice.

Whitaker groaned again, his dick already rock hard in his pants with Max fondling it.

Max stood back up only to tug off her panties and then bent back down to slide them off. She was again over the edge, consumed by the raw urges of her heat cycle- she was going to mount Whitaker and ride him till she cringed in orgasm.

As for Whitaker his middle-aged heart nearly stopped sitting there and looking intently at Max's tight, shaven pussy. He was deliriously horny, and quickly unzipped his pants and yanked out his Viagra-erected cock.

In an instant Max was on top of him! No words spoken, no naughty sex talk. She just pawed at his clothes and kissed his lips and grabbed his cock, starting to stroke it. Whitaker struggled to catch his breath, grabbing the flesh of Max's buttocks as she adjusted her waist and tried to get his cock to her slit. Her sex was gleaming with her juices already when she propped his knob at her hole then she gave a long throaty growl as she let her waist drop and took him inside her snatch.

'Aaah, ahh,' Whitaker grit, his cock pushing through the clenching slick walls of this overeager slut.

Max didn't stop until she was stretched open and filled out; and even then it was only for a moment before she rolled her hips letting his thick cock slide out of her before pushing down again. She gasped for air as she started riding Whitaker, grinding her waist into his over and over again, moaning and grunting loudly, 'hfff- oh, oh, huhh, oooh.'

The much older man tried to keep up as Max took his cock like an expert jockey riding her prized stallion, rolling her hips back and forth, sliding her quim up and down his length, huffing as she thrust and pumped and writhed in pleasure.

Whitaker gripped her hips and started bucking, trying to slam into her from beneath feeling his dick push into her depths and nudge at her cervix with each thrust.

Max bit her bee-sung lips as she fucked Whitaker- she had forgotten all about the plan and the truth serum- only interested in enjoying this sex to the full. Her face contorted in pleasure, her hair flailing over it, her plump breasts wobbling encased in her black bra. Harder she slammed taking his cock like a pro, clenching her tight buttocks as it slapped into him.

'Hnnff, go- oh, hf, hf, ff,' she moaned in lust filled desire, then slowed down.

Her eyes fluttered open and she looked at Whitaker smiling, 'you enjoying this, baby?' she purred.

He could barely grunt in response. Suddenly, Whitaker's eyes shot open in surprise as he felt the little prick in the back of his neck pierce his skin.

'What the fuck!' he growled, trying to sit up.

Max easily pinned him down with her superior strength, continuing to thrust up and down (with his heart rapidly thumping the serum would course through his blood and take effect faster), and soon enough his eyes glazed over.

'Tell me about Flinch?' Max said still enjoying his cock as she started the interrogation.

'H-his a human-nark list,' the General answered automatically, though in strained breaths, 'I orchestrated his kidnapping.'

Max froze, stopping her thrusting, 'Whatta you mean orchestrated, why?'

'Money, wh-why else? The kid is worth billions. His head is filled with data, his the how-to manual for making transgenics.'

'Alright I get it,' Max said, twitching slightly feeling Whitaker's cock throb inside her. She started up again, now just feeding her own desire as her cunt leaked its oily excretions over his dick.

'What about the X7, Sway, tell me bout him?' she continued.

'He- hffffnnn- h-he came to me. His ruthless; no emotions, cold as ice. Found out about the kid on a mission in Russia. Leaked intelligence- ahh, ah. He gathered the intel and slaughtered everyone who knew bout the human-nark list, then faked his own death.'

'Omigod, huhh, aahh,' Max flinched, her cunt now clamping round Whitaker's cock, the pleasure driving thru her taking her to breaking point- she needed to concentrate, she had to...

'Who were you gonna sell Flinch to?' she asked.

'A South African. A-ahh, A research developer out of Johannesburg. No name. No direct contact.'

'There's a middle-man. Where was the deal going down?' Max pressed on fighting her quivering body.

'Tonight, I'm here to meet with them.'

Max was motionless again, startled by this revelation even while fogged by erotic desire.

Now with her senses on high alert, she turned her head as she heard the distinct sound of a machine-pistol cocking and a bullet entering the weapons firing chamber.

'Shit!' she said rolling off Whitaker's lap and pulling him to the ground as machine gun fire ripped though the curtain tearing holes through the fabric of the suede upholstered seats. She shielded Whitaker on the ground as bullets thrift shattering glass and splintering wood, 'looks like your ruthless partner is screwing you over, General,' she said, keeping her head down.

Panic induced screams were heard as people dived to the ground and tried to make a run for it- Then Max heard the sound of an opening: An empty ammo clip hitting the ground.

She looked down at Whitaker, 'You stay alive, I'm not done with you,' Max said then got up and put on her panty.

She used her transgenic speed running out of hiding. But Sway was there, matching her speed but with a quicker counter to her kick, catching her in the gut and sending her flying and crashing into the bar, tequila, cognac, and Champaign spilling on her half-naked body.

He took his gun and aimed it ready to fire but froze when he heard another weapon cock.

A beautiful women with long, straight blonde hair dressed in a brown leather jacket, white vest, blue jeans, brown boots, and shades aimed her silver customised desert eagle at Sway. 

'Jondy!?' Max said stunned; recognising her lost Manticore sister instantly.

'Max!?' Jondy said taking her attention off Sway.

Sway took advantage of the mistake pulling out a second machine pistol. As he opened fire Jondy dived behind a wall, the bullets ripping through one of the club's waiters. Max shot for the window and found herself falling three stories. She smashed down on the hood of a car, the windows shattering from the impact.

A car screeched in front of the alley Max was in. In her daze, Max looked up to find Alec yelling at her to move. She got up and jumped into the car and Alec sped off down the street.

*

'Another X5? This shit is getting deep Maxie,' Alec said pacing the room of his apartment.

'It was Jondy. What the hell is she doing here?' Max asked, not really addressing anyone, still quite shook up.

Flinch's eyes went blank as he retrieved information, 'X5-210, escaped Manticore Wyoming base with eight others, 2009. Popped on the grid in Kansas, 2016 working in a diner. Suspected of stealing federal documents from Langley, 2018. Photographic match of X5-210 meeting with South African Bio-geneticist Henry Twala and mercenary Johan Voster in a parking lot in San Francisco in 2019 before dropping off grid again.'

Alec sat on his couch, 'so that's it then, she's the middle-man Whitaker was meeting with.'

'There has to be another explanation,' Max snapped.

'Be realistic Max! Whitaker told you he was selling the kid to a researcher, and what better bodyguard could this geneticist have than a trained transgenic soldier, or probably a transgenic mercenary...'

Alec got up looking Max in the face sternly, 'now I know you get blinded when your family is involved but it's not like their the Brady Bunch. My clone, 493, what'd you call him, Ben, he was screwed up. And don't forget about that psycho Kavi who wanted to kill you and your whole unit (See Dark Angel: Temperance Ch. 3). Not to mention Robo-Zack, modal number 599, who tried to kill Lo-'

'Aright fine!' Max conceded, hating having to remember it all.

'We'll stash Flinch at Joshua's while we try and figure all this out.'

'Only question is what do we do next?' Flinch asked.

'Well, we get you to safety, then Max and me have to get to work at our day-jobs,' Alec said in a by-the-way sort of manner.

*

The way her life had been tossed upside down once again, Max really appreciated being at work. At least hear there was some semblance of normality. The only problem was; she wasn't normal- and with her temperature running fever pitched and her libido begging her to jump on her male Jam Pony colleagues; Max felt like she wanted to take a nose-dive off the Space Needle...

'I'm telling you ladies,' Sketchy was saying, 'this new chick I'm seeing, Alison, is a super-freak, and I got the scratch marks on my back to prove it...'

'Can it really be good that sex hurts so bad?' he sighed.

Max turned away from him biting her knuckle; her mind flashed with images of Sketchy pushing her up against the lockers and ramming his long cock into her. She could see herself gripping him tightly and wrapping her legs around his waist. She gave a soft whimper, almost feeling him push into the sopping recesses of a cunt and nudging her cervix, her wet pussy-lips being tickled by his curly pubic hairs...

'Max, you alright,' she heard his voice interrupt her naughty imagination.

Without thinking she grabbed Sketchy's hooded top and slammed him against the locker; her eyes looking up at him filled with lust as she pushed her tits against his chest and ran the top of her thigh against his groin. Breathing heavily Max licked her full lips feeling Sketchy instantly begin to swell against her leg growing rock hard.

She was about to kiss him when she was roughly pulled off him, spun around and slapped hard in the face-

Dazed momentarily, Max regained her composure and found herself looking at Original Cindy.

'God, thank you,' she whispered.

'Don't worry boo, I got your back with this heat bitch,' Cindy assured her.

Max turned to look at Sketchy who just stood there frozen to the spot with a lazy grin on his face; She felt her stomach churn at the thought of what she had almost done and took off as fast she could while he dignity was still mostly intact.

'Normal, I'm taking a sick day,' she said, coming to her boss' counter.

'Oh really? Having another heart operation?' Normal snickered.

'No,' Max said, annoyed by his sarcasm, 'I'm running a fever, I think I'm getting the sniffles.'

Not willing to expose himself to any germs and seeing the obvious signs of a fever on Max's face; Normal didn't protest, 'Fine,' he said, 'bring a doctor's note in the morning, bip, bip, bip.'

Then when Max left, he pulled out some detergents and scrubbed down his counter (and everything on it).

No sooner had Max left the building; when she froze!

'Hey little sister,' smiled Jondy, 'How you been?'

*

Jondy's safe house was an old dilapidated home on the north side of Sector 5. Scanning the room Max saw files and a number of customised pistols , machine guns, and sniper riffles.

'You planning on starting a war?' she asked.

Jondy turned to her and smiled genuinely, 'plan for the best, expect the worse.'

'Manticore 101,' Max said recognising their training. 'You gonna tell me what's going on, and how you're involved with corrupt general's and South African scientists?'

'You've done your homework, little sis, I don't suppose you'll tell me where the human-nark list is?'

'His name is Flinch, and no, I wanna know what your dealio is?'

'Keep him hidden, I trust you Maxie, and I believe you'll keep him safe; I'm guessing with the other X5, Ben's clone...'

Jondy ignored Max's puzzled expression and spoke on, 'I brought you here to help me take down the X7.'

'Sway?' Max said frowning.

'As long as his out there he won't stop hunting the human-nar -' 'Flinch...'

'I already took care of Whitaker.'

Max's eyes widened, 'General Whitaker. You killed him!?'

'It had to be done. Don't you get it Max, if they get this kid they can start up Manticore all over again,' Jondy said angrily, 'I won't see that place rise from the ashes.'

Max knew where she was coming from. To this day they were tormented by their memories of Manticore.

'What's your plan for taking that pale faced son-uffa-bitch down?'

'You're gonna use your heat,' Jondy said.

'Excuse me!?' Max shot.

'It's written all over your face Max, you're dying to get laid. You can use sex to get close to Sway, and when there's a shot I'll take it.'

'Nice, so you want me to fuck this psycho while you wait to pop him in the head with your sniper, that's your great military strategy!'

'Simple plans are usually the best ones little sis,' Jondy simply said.

Max stood up her whole body shaking with rage, 'that is gross! I'm not gonna screw him!!'

'C'mon Max, once you're near him you won't even be thinking about it; you'll automatically tear his clothes off. Hell when I'm in heat I run to the closest petrol attendant and give him a good time.'

'Yeah, well even if I do lose control I don't like it-'

'Tell that to the Rasta you fucked in the alley,' Jondy snapped. 'I've had an eye on you ever since I set foot in Seattle Maxie. Don't tell me you fucked that drug-dealer out of guilt. You indulged, and you even enjoyed it; and now I'm asking you to use sex to complete an objective.'

'Fuck you big sister!' Max swore, 'this isn't Manticore, we don't have objectives or missions. You can go and fuck him yourself!'

'Fine,' Jondy said calming down. 'His a tough bastard and I thought you'd have my back.'

Jondy holstered her handgun, grabbed her sniper and left the house.

Max, meanwhile, stood there furious. A small piece of paper on the lamp stand caught her attention. She picked it up and read the address off it; Jondy must have left it in case she changed her mind...

'Shit,' she breathed.

*

Max found herself down at Pier 57, which like most of Seattle's once proud attractions, was now a wrecked dump. She slipped through one of the broken windows and ducked behind some crates.

'Ohmi- ha.. Hfffff.. Hahh, oooh oh.'

Max raised an eyebrow hearing the soft moans, and then kept her body down low as she moved toward it. She lifted her head out of cover to sneak a peak and on so doing she found Jondy naked and lying legs spread wide on what looked like old, dirty ship sails. Sway was bent over her his clothes also removed. His pasty, white body was broad and ripped, and bulging with blue tinged veins, and there wasn't a single hair on him... 

Sway's massive, thick, long cock was driving deep into Jondy's soaked snatch; ramming into her slick body again and again, and as he fucked her hard and deep, his icy, piercing blue eyes looked right at Max!

Max was transfixed on the sight before her, staring, as if hypnotised by the sight of Jondy taking Sway's cock. Her heart was thumping against her chest, her body, already aching with arousal. Without a thought she found she was busy shedding her clothes- pulling off her jacket then her black sports bra. Next she kicked off her boots and socks, and finally slid off her tight leather pants off, pulling her panties along with them.

Sway gulped as his eyes roved over Max's body. Her young perky tits and flat pierced tummy. Her tight little, hairless pussy and her long toned legs. Her body almost glowing from the light sheen of perspiration.

He pulled his cock from Jondy's sticky, pink folds and watched as Max knelt in front of him and reached for his generous organ, groaning as she gripped his dick with her slender fingers. Max was shocked; his cock was slick with Jondy's mess but it was cold to the touch, abnormally cold. Still she started stroking it firmly, running her hand up and down, jerking it steadily.

'I know you and your friend want to kill me,' Sway said. 'But I don't have to use my magic on you. I smelt the heat on you in the alley, he chuckled.

'All you want is a good fuck; so I'm gonna give it to you.'

Max was delirious with hormonal desire, she bent down and unabashedly took Sway's cock into her mouth, moaning as she tasted Jondy on him. She immediately relaxed her throat and took him in deep, as deep as she could. She slurped him out and spat on his cock using her hand to wipe the saliva all over it. Next she sucked and bobbed her head up and down.

Sway grit his teeth as the slutty X5 gave him an incredible blowjob, running his pale hands thru her long brown hair. Meanwhile Max moaned like a porn tart as she swirled her tongue over Sway's mushroom-like knob then sticking it into his pee-hole making him twitch. His dick was so cold it was like she was sucking an icicle, running her full lips up and down his long length.

'Ahh,' she gasped, coming up for air and looking up at him with those soft doe eyes. She got up on her knees and knelt over him squatting over his lap as she pointed his smooth erection at her tight, wet snatch. Next she shut her eyes then shivered in shock as his deathly cold cock plunged into her, pushing through her slick labia and into her needy body.

She stretched her legs and pushed down further, gasping as Sway's 8" long cock eased up her wet vaginal canal. Sway gripped her waist, she was so goddamn tight, tighter than Jondy was. Max held a breath then raised her waist letting him slide out of her juicy cunt then sank down further. Soon she was rhythmically wiggling and bucking her hips as she was stretched open and filled out. 

'Hfffmmm- yeah, oh god, oh nahggh,' Max moaned as she bounced her taut body up and down thrusting her hips and taking Sway's cock. The iciness of his body was now a welcomed contrast to her own heated flesh as it served to cool her down. Harder she slapped into him, faster she rode, taking him in deeper; squeezing his cock inside her sweaty sex. She could barely breath, hardly focus on anything else than fucking as good as she could- and she was damn good!

'Oh SHIT!' Max cried out as a new pair of hands wrapped around her. It was Jondy! Jondy pressing her slick body against her, Max; Jondy pushing her ample chest into her back, Jondy running her hand over her sweaty body.

'Ooh, aaah,' Max whined as Jondy ran her hand over her clit and started fondling it. Max bucked and shot into spasms her cunt pulling rigid making Sway grunt loudly. She flexed her pussy and rolled her hips over Sway's cock, the pleasure burning in her loins bubbling to the top.

'That's it Maxie, give in,' Jondy whispered in her ear, 'enjoy it, cum, cum now!'

'Hrrnnnt, fffck, aahhh,' Max squealed as she lost control of her body and shuddered as the warmth from within blurred her vision and she saw spots before her eyes drove to the back of her head. Her ass clenched as she pushed down taking Sway deep inside her clamping cunt just as he blew his load.

Max whimpered, she came so hard her joints tightened up. Her hot oily excretions flowed over Sway's cock and balls as her body finally calmed in a blissful cold sweat; then she fell forward out of Jondy's arms onto Sway's chest.

'That's a good girl,' Sway whispered, 'you two belong to me now....'

Slowly coming out of her sexual high, Max's head felt misty. She immediately knew something was off- like the fact that Jondy, who wasn't in heat, gave herself to the sinful fornication so willingly; so, wantonly.

Max lay there feeling Sway's disgusting cock slacken inside her and wondered what the hell was going on?

Something was very, very wrong!

*

Max (X5-452): Jessica Alba

Logan Cale: Michael Weatherly

Alec (X5-494): Jensen Ackles

Ames White: Martin Cummins

Original Cindy: Valarie Rae Miller

Sketchy: Richard Gunn

Normal: J.C. MacKenzie




Dark Angel: Nark Ch. 02



Asha Barlow: Ashley Scott

Guests

Flinch: Jay Baruchel

Sway (X7-005): WWE's Randy Ortin

Jondy (X5-210): Yvonne Strahovski

Gen. Dan Whitaker: Ken Jenkins



Dark Angel: Nark Ch. 03



Authors note: So here we go with chapter 3 & I'm afraid this one is a bit shorter. But before we continue Max's adventure I just wanted to thank you all for the positive feed-back both in the comments of my last chapter and via email! Then too, if there are readers familiar with my work on chyoo.com, you may notice I reintroduced ideas from the threads I wrote on Sway there, as I liked the character development. All said; I pray your continued support via comments or constructive criticism. I do enjoy writing erotic fan-fiction (particularly on this series), but love it so much more when the work I put in is appreciated and appraised; thanks a ton- INYOTEF ;)



By the way, I forgot to do this in chapter 1- so for reasons of legality:


Disclaimer: Dark Angel and related characters are the property of James Cameron and the Fox Network; I do not own any rights to it. This is an erotic fanfic based on the cancelled TV series that starred Jessica Alba in the lead role (Max); therefore if you are unfamiliar with the show you will be unable to follow the story. This parody is written for entertainment purposes only. My apologies for writing anyone too much out of character, or for any spelling/grammatical errors.

Events herein are based on season 2- 'Freak Nation'




***



'Max, Max you have to wake up,' Jondy called out, 'Max can you here me?'

Max's head felt heavy as she lift it up. She was groggy and her body hurt and felt lame from exhaustion. 

She looked up, and as her eyes tried to focus she saw the blurred silhouette of Jondy strapped up by her arms with her bare feet dangling in a bucket.

 'Jondy...?'
'WH-what's going on?' She slurred.

A door behind Max opened and a man in a cameo pants and a mustard top with brown army fatigues walked in followed by two hulking men in khaki combat uniforms. The man had thin black hair making it easy to see his scalp. He had a round face, hardened and unshaven; typical of someone who was in the military but had a problem with authority- like a AWOL soldier turned mercenary.
On entering he looked at the two woman.

Max tried to get up but was too weak, she was also completely naked. The man knelt down next to her, 'those tranks are a bitch hay, girlie, we use them to put down elephants back home when I go hunting for ivory,' he said in a strange accent.

'Kom hie hulle twee, lug haar op en maak haar vas,' he said in a language Max couldn't make out; but the two hulking men hoisting and strapping her up next to Jondy served as translation. They then put a bucket of water under her feet and placed them in it.

'Jondy, Jondy, Jondy, you disappoint me my girl,' said the man.
'I can explain Johan,' Jondy said.
'I have tapes of you and your X5 friend here stealing it,' the man, Johan said.

Johan, Max thought, her mind still frazzled; Johan Voster, the South African mercenary, the one Flinch had named when he did his info digging thing- he was in the meet with the bio-geneticist and Jondy...

Her thoughts were interrupted by a third hulking man entering the room with what looked like a car battery and jumper-cables that he put on a steel table in the small four-square room they were in.

Johan turned to Max, 'what about you loslaapie {slut}? he asked, in his deep white South African accent, 'you also develop amnesia all of a sudden, hay? Where are the stem cells?'

Max was utterly lost. When she tried to think it felt like there was a void in her brain, 'stem cells? What the hell are you talking about?' she asked wholly confused.

'Fine,' said Johan turning to the battery, and turning a knob on it causing it to hum with live charge. 'I did a stint in the Congo for a while, guerrilla warfare, specialising in experimental torture methods...'
'How do you say. I'm a man of many talents.'
 He took the cables and rubbed the copper clamps together making them spark, 'you will talk...'

'So one more time. Where are the stem cells?'

Max wasn't too worried about the threats of torture. She new how to deal with it, after all she was an elite super-soldier. What bothered her was that it felt like a huge chunk of her memory was just- gone...!

How the hell did she end up here...?



*



27 hours ago...

...Max was breathless and sweaty, pleasure coursing through her body as her incredible orgasm lingered. She was lying there on Sway's chest, his softened cock still berried inside her sore pussy. Behind her, Jody was running her hands over Max's tense body, working her muscles making her feel extremely relaxed.

Sway roused from his state of euphoria and pushed Max off him. Still too tired to move Max rolled over onto the dirty ship sails.

Sway got up and grabbed Jondy's hair and kissed her fiercely, and Jondy eagerly kissed back. Breaking the kiss Jondy went down and took Sway's pale cock and started sucking it , bobbing her head vigorously, her sloppy blow job cleaning all Max's cum off him.

Watching the erotic moment before her had Max whimpering as her body was slowly filling with desire again.

She watched as Sway cut his arm with a knife, then stared in disbelief as he held the wound up to Jondy's lips, who began drinking his blood.

Jondy's eyes glazed, Sway whispering in her ear, and pulling her mouth away she straddled him and took his cock that was once again rigid, impaling herself on it. Max watched with baited breath as Jondy threw her head back moaning wildly as she thrust up and down enjoyably taking Sway's long cock into her slippery sex over and over again.

Max was again fully aroused, so when Sway motioned her to join in she had no objection. She got up and kissed him, sliding her tongue into his mouth. His cold hands cupped her pussy, where two of his fingers parted her pussy-lips and a third slid deep inside her.

'Ohhmigod, oh,' Jondy moaned next to Max, rolling her hips and thrusting hard on his lap.
Max cupped his face and deepened the kiss they shared, whimpering into his mouth with his finger driving in and out of her pussy.

Sway pulled her away and then pushed her head to his slit arm, Max kissing it, his cold blue-tinged blood trickling into her mouth, and without protest, caught in the rapturous act of fornication; she swallowed.

All of a sudden a soothing calmness overcame her. It wasn't an orgasm. It was like someone was massaging her brain.

'That's it you filthy slut,' Sway spoke, his voice almost dull, yet unavoidable in her ears, 'grind that cunt on my hand.'

Max found that she wanted nothing more than to obey him, so that is, simply, what she did. She worked her waist back and forth, then in circles, grinding her slick, wet cunt over his hand so that he could really finger her. That he did, and how; he fed two fingers into her wet cunt and pressed his thumb against her clit, rubbing it roughly.

She heard a squeal from some distance away, and in a misty stare watched Jondy spasm as she came hard, quivering as her orgasm filled her. Two of Sway's fingers slid in and out of Max's cunt, curling up when he went knuckle deep. Jondy still rode him, gasping for air, strands of her long blonde hair clinging to her sweaty face; she pressed into him intent on taking his long, thick cock as far in her sopping wet cunt as possible.

'Godyess!' Max moaned, her quim quivering, her clit throbbing, pleasure flooding her system from the top of her head down to her curling toes.

Sway pushed Jondy off him and took Max and threw her on her stomach, then lifted her waist before plunging his dick inside her spongy snatch again.

'Ha, ahh, Ooooh!' Max yelled out by the rough entry, only to swoon as he slid out and lunged in again. He kept it up only for a short while though before his thrusts became erratic.

 He rammed into her twice more, farting on the second, then pulled out and blew his load over her back. The thick ropes of sperm splashed on her tan skin, some of it running down her butt and over her pussy.

Sway stood up after his orgy with the two girls and put on his pants and coat.
'Get yourselves dressed,' he told the two X5's, 'we have work to do.'

Both Max and Jondy felt dizzy, as if they were high on drugs, but they obediently did as they were told, pulling on their clothes...



*



Sway sat in the black van and the two X5 woman got out. 

'Synchronise your watches with mine, we only have a 45 minute window,' he said.
'Done,' Jondy replied setting her watch with Max next to her complying.
'The guards are on an hourly rotation, she said, 'one blind spot on the northwest side. We keep casualties to a minimum.'
'Key cards will get us into the lab on the tenth floor. Twelve motion sensors, four more guards and a biometric lock with retinal scanner,' Max added.
'Right,' Sway confirmed what he had briefed them on, 'you meet me in the west parking bay at zero-two-hundred hours. And if you are caught?' he asked.
Jondy pulled out her silenced firearm, 'we put a bullet in our heads.'
'Good girl, X5-210' Sway smiled.

Max pulled out her own silenced gun and slipped a backpack on, and the two girls ran across the street to the thirteen story building with the 32 foot high razor-wire wall. They were told by Sway that Flinch had provided intel that the South African government was using it for genetic research. American scientists were bartered for large investments to the infrastructure to help America's crippling economy in the wake of the Pulse- though it was nothing more than a glorified hand out.

Max stood with her back to the wall cupping her hands together and Jondy took a running start stepped on Max's hands and with a boost, was flung 40 feet in the air. Jondy flipped over the wall taking advantage of the blind spot in the building security. On the other side of the wall Max ran, trudging up the side of the wall and throwing her body into the air, flipping over and clearing the wall without any help.

There were two sentries standing and taking a smoke break. Max snuck up to the one, gripped his head and snapped his neck, and as the other tried to go for his gun he caught a bullet in his forehead, courtesy of Jondy.

After hiding the bodies, the girls knelt in front of the building strapping climbing harnesses, ropes, quick draws, and spring loaded cams to themselves. They then pulled out air-compressed riffles with grappling hooks; stood up and shot them up on to the roof of the building.

 Securing their harnesses they then ran up the side of the building reaching the tenth floor window in no time. Max used her equipment to cut the window cleanly then used a mirror to reflect the motion sensors lazar back on itself disabling it.

They slipped into the sterilized hallway, Jondy taking point. She signalled Max with her hand, alerting her to the two patrolling guards. They both marked their targets and took the shots- perfect precision headshots!

Max came around the corner to the two remaining guards at their work stations. Before they could react she flipped over the desk and kicked one in the chest sending him flying into the wall then twisted the others arm locking it around his own neck, cutting off his air supply and watching him pass out. She turned the other who groaned in pain as he tried to get up and put her boot thru his face sending him to dreamland.

Jondy pulled out a digital cam-corder and recorded the front of the secure door, then rigged the camera watching as it looped the footage to play what she had just recorded so that the guard detail in the security room would have no idea there was a break in.

Next the two X5's walked to the secure door. Jondy pulled out a severed eye that was in a plastic bag that she had got from Sway. Max pulled out the key card and took the liberty of checking her watch; 01:38 am , they had just over twenty minutes to zero hour.

She looked at Jondy then scanned the key card at the same time that she, Jondy, used the eye on the retinal scanner.

They were in!
They walked into a refrigerated clean room that felt ten below. Jondy walked over to one of the sophisticated cooling units that was iced over with hydrogen gas wheezing out. She released a valve opened it and took a blue medical test tube out. Jondy carefully secured it in her bag before she and Max left the storage room.

The went back to the window strapped on their harnesses then quickly grappled down to the ground.

The two woman sprinted to the rendezvous point camouflaged in their black combat gear by the darkness of night. As they arrived the van crashed through the gatehouse the guards running out and sounding the buildings alarms.

Max and Jondy got to the van.

"Give it to me?' Sway ordered.

Jondy handed him the bag without a word of objection.

'You X5's did a great job, they certainly built you well,' he smirked, 'unfortunately someone has to take the fall, besides the effects of my magic will be wearing off in the next few minutes. So be good and stay put.'

'Of course,' Max said obediently and watched as Sway sped off as the guards opened fire on his van.

A couple of minutes later the two X5's were surrounded by thirty plus South African guards with assault riffles pointed at them.

Standing there Max's head suddenly felt heavy and the world swam in front of her eyes. She wasn't aware of Jondy falling beside her before she too passed out...



*




The Present...

...'HAAH- HUH AAARRRGGH!' Max yelled out as volts of electricity- enough to kill a normal person- charged through her body; the water her feet were dangling in ensuring the current wasn't earthed and just channelled back into her.

Johan Voster unclipped the cable clamps from the skin of her stomach where they left bloody teeth marks, and looked at Max's pain cringed face. Max opened her eyes and spat blood on her perky breasts.

'Fun yes, hay?' he mocked.

'I already told you, we don't know about any goddamn stem cells. We're trained to remain silent under interrogation; think you stupid son uffa bitch, why would I lie?'

Johan slapped her through her face, 'listen to me you stupid cunt. We are on South African soil in this building. Diplomatic immunity. Do you know what that means, hay...?
'Yeah, it means you can slap me like a girl again free of criminal ramifications, that sound right?' Max said cockily.
'Oh you think you're smart don't you? Maybe another thousand volts-'
'You're are not listening to me-'
'No you listen!' Johan yelled, 'this building is secure to break ins. but you and that betraying bitch aren't exactly normal. Trained transgenic soldiers killing four of my specialised troops and stealing our research to sell to the highest bidder.'

'I'll give you some time to think about that, then I come back here and I braai {barbeque} you two, hay.'

Johan and his three henchmen left Max and Jondy hanging there...

'You ok baby sis?' Jondy asked.
Max spat blood on the floor, 'don't get much practice with torture working as a Jam Pony messenger. Unless you count delivering fetish porn to eighty year old geezers.'
Jondy laughed softly cringing because her bloody body still hurt. 'Good thing about being transgenic, in three days we'll be good as new.'
'These guys aren't playing around Jondy,' Max said trying to turn her body to look at her sister, 'you worked with them, what are they talking about?'
'The stem cells are embryonic hybrids, but spliced. It's a possible genetic make-up for a superior transgenic, created from the data in the human-nark list...'
'The South African's are putting up the funding and a covert organisation in our government is providing the data.'
'And with the stem cells and Flinch lost, they don't have anything to show for it,' Max finished. 'What I don't get is how the hell they captured us. Last thing I remember is...'
This time Jondy finished, 'fucking that psycho.'
'He must of drugged us somehow. Some kind of memory wiping toxin,' Max suggested.
'So we could have taken the stem cells and just not remember-' Jondy said.
'And handed it to Sway,' Max realised.

Johan and his goons came back in, 'ready to talk ladies?'
'We don't have your stem cells,' Max repeated, 'but we know where the human-nark list is.'

'Max!?' Jondy said shocked, as Max bargained their only leverage.

Johan looked at Max sceptically, 'You have the boy?'
'His safe with some friends of mine.'
'A trade then,' Johan said, 'your life for the boy.'

Max thought it over, she didn't want to hand Flinch to any government, foreign or domestic. But she needed a plan to get out of there, and this was as good as it was going to get; even her revved up body couldn't take much more jolts from Johan's little Frankenstein defibrillator...

'Cut us down and let me get hold of my peeps,' Max said.



*



Chinatown was packed as usual. Max got out of the back of the military Jeep along with Jondy, both their hands cuffed. They stood in the middle of a circle of eight of Johan's men, all armed with AK-47 assault riffles.

A grey box car pulled up and Max's heart froze!

The mechanical exoskeleton whirred as Logan got out of his car and tucked his gun in his jean. He held his breath as he saw Max bruised and wrapped in a blanket. Logan walked to Johan looking him in the eyes.

'I read an exposé on you a couple of years ago,' he said, 'how you charged into a village in Nigeria and rescued some woman that were being raped.'

'Really, you know we shot those ladies an hour later for double the pay. Now do I know you mister?' Johan asked.
'No, no you don't, I'm a reporter working for Eyes Only,' Logan replied.
'You expect me to believe X5's are working for a recluse cyber journalist?'
'I'm not asking you to believe anything, but maybe you should catch his cable hacks. His blowing the whole Manticore conspiracy wide open,' Logan said.
'Where is the boy?' Johan asked growing impatient.
'First let them go.'
'Do I look stupid, hay boet {brother}? You don't bring the boy out here in two minutes and I order my men-'
'You really shouldn't take your eyes off highly trained transgenic soldiers,' Logan said, nodding behind Johan.

He turned to see all his men incapacitated and Max and Jondy standing with two assault riffles, then he heard the click of a pistol and turned back to look down the barrel of Lagan's gun.

Max tossed the riffle aside and walked up to him, 'let's say I let you walk away and you let go of all this, and not try and hunt me down...'
'Coz here's the facts, I don't want that research on the black market anymore than you or your government does. So I'm gonna find it.'
'As for the kid; his off limits, coz I'm not seeing him tested on again.'

'So you expect me to call us even?' Johan asked smugly.
'Hell no!' Max snapped. She punched him hard through the face, cracking his jaw and knocking him out.
'Now we're even. Asshole!'

'You're pretty banged up,' Logan said concerned looking at the bruises and dry blood in Max's face.
'Just a scratch,' she said awkwardly, 'where's Alec, I called hi-?'
'And he called me,' Logan said.
'Oh,' Max said, 'right.'
'We better get moving before these guys come to,' Logan suggested.



*



'Nothing...!?'
'Nothing? No intel whatsoever from the abduction of the human-nark list till now; what did everyone involved just drop off the grid?' Ames white asked frustrated as he paced around in the C.I.A. debriefing room.

He shoved the files and photos off the table and onto the floor in anger, 'you call this a goddamn intelligence agency!'

'We know that the X7 was involved in the shoot out at the gentlemen's club in the financial district, sir. And there were two X5 females present-'
'Right,' White retorted, 'and Whitaker was shot execution style at point blank range meaning he was involved somehow...'
'What I want to know is FUCKING, HOW...!' 
'AND WHERE IS THE FUCKING KID!' he screamed.

The agents present kept there mouths shut as they watched White turn red-faced. White meanwhile took a seat and slowed his breathing...




Dark Angel: Nark Ch. 03



'I want a detail on the South African bio-geneticist, what's his name?'
'Professor Henry Twala, sir,' one of the agents responded.
'Watch him, his our best bet. Either the X7 or the X5's may extract him to get information on his meet with X5-210 in San Francisco.'
'That's if 210 isn't one of the X5 females sir.'
'Just do it. Its our best lead,' White ordered.



*



Max lay on her bed drifting off to sleep, when suddenly she heard someone enter.
'Logan? What are you doing?' she asked watching as he walked in undid his pants and pulled out his cock.
'Logan, are you out of your goddamn mind!?' Max hissed.
'Oh come now Max,' he grinned, 'we don't have to touch to have fun. Besides if you not up for it why are you naked?' he asked.

Max was indeed completely nude in bed, and because of her heat she was seriously aroused. She watched as Logan knelt on the edge of her bed and just started masturbating in front of her; but stranger still is what he told her...

'Use your imagination Max. Imagine my dick sliding deep inside you and stretching that wet pussy of yours open- c'mon open your legs wide for me.'

Max found the dirty talk an incredible turn on. And she spread her legs wide for him and smiled as he groaned looking down at her hairless mound. She used her fingers to open the brownish lips of her tight cunt letting Logan see just how wet she was; and he bit his lip, squeezing his cock as he looked at the moist pink inside her hole.

She took her free hand and slid a finger deep inside her wet pussy moving it around and slowly pulling it out again, 'like that, you want to spread me and fuck me deep in my hot clam. Just thinking about it makes me so wet for you.'

'Oh god,' Logan groaned, now stroking his dick in time with Max's fingering.

Max rotated her waist in circles as she worked her glistening finger smoothly in and out her quim; her free hand rubbing her aching clit.

'Yess, do it, show me how you jerk that cock, show me how you'd fuck my pussy, huhh hnnff, yeahh,' she whined, fingering her twat frantically.

Logan was on the edge of the bed working his cock, the splendid agony reflected on his face. He was so ready to blow.

Max moved her free hand under herself and lifted her rear as she pressed her middle finger up against her puckered anus, then whimpered as it plopped in. She now worked two finger in her quivering quim and one finger in her ass, grunting and groaning as she watched Logan jack himself off; knowing it was all for her.

Her mound was soon glistening with her wetness as she persistently delved further into her hot cunt frigging herself with a zealous determination. Logan right there with her, brow furrowing as the flapping of his cock filled the room. 

Just then Max froze as Alec walked into the room also stark naked.
'Who you kidding Maxie,' he said, 'it's not enough for you watching some cripple 'Odinary' wanking for you. You know you crave the real thing. You know; the bigger, better deal,' he winked.

Max watched- not knowing what to say- as Alec stroked his cock to full erection. He walked over to her and took her legs and pulled her across the length of her bed then spread them. He then got up over her and put his cock at her sopping entrance.

'Tell me you don't want this. Tell me you didn't enjoy watching me and Asha fuck just wishing you could join in,' Alec taunted.

He pushed down; his thick cock forcing her open as it plunged deep inside her yearning snatch making her yell out.

Immediately Alec started thrusting into her, her legs riding up his waist as she gave herself to him inviting him deeper into her body.

'He can't satisfy you like this can he Maxie!?' Alec mocked as he gave it to her with his super-human stamina, 'tell the truth, no Ordinary can fuck you like you really want it.'
'N-no!' Max said as Alec drove harder and harder into her sex, 'no, Logan can't fuck me this good...'
'Giveittomeeee, ahhh, yess- Godyes ALEC!'

She hugged him tightly, her nails digging into his shoulder blades as he worked her sticky twat over and over, driving in and out of it, feeling it grip and suck him deeper in.

She bucked into him wanting that fat cock all the way inside her, it felt so goddamn good sloshing in her, getting messier from her juices with every thrust.

Next to her Logan was watching her fuck another man and just continued stroking his cock, 'don't you wish it was me Max? you know you wish it was me,' he was saying between breaths.

'Yy- you could never, huh-eh, fuck me like this.. Ahh, ohh, omigodAlec,' Max said through clenched teeth. Her pussy-muscles flexed around Alec's cock, her flow spilling on his balls. She gripped him with her thighs, her bed squeaking as they slapped into each other on top of it.

Harder and deeper Alec drove, 'Yeah.. Oh' yeah Maxie.. God yeah!' he groaned as he punished her sweaty body.

Max ran her hands down his side as he took her nipple into his mouth and molested her supple tit. She breathed harshly as the pleasure filled her and ran down her spine all the way to her toes.

She heard Logan grunt next to her and turned her head to look at him just as he blew his load. The syrupy ropes of thick jizz exploded across the bed and some of it splashed on the side of Max's cheek, running over her full lips.

She stuck out her tongue and licked off his semen then smirked, 'poor boy, is that the only way you can touch me; pathetic. Now watch how a real man handles his business.'
'Oooh, huuhh- hnnnfff, yess,' she squirmed turning back to Alec. His thrusts were slower but deeper. He gave her his entire length pushing his cock all the way into her pussy. Max rubbed her groin to his every time he pushed into her, smiling as she felt him fill her entirely. Her heart was racing and her breathing was rapid. Her entire body shaking; she was going to cum; god did she ever want to cum!

Alec's cock throbbed inside her, his quivering body hugged up against her. She was so wet, so ready, so hot. There pelvic muscles rhythmically rubbed against each other; his erect penis sloshing in and out of her soaked pussy its lips curling and sticking to his length.

Max gave herself to the sex, welcoming the all consuming bliss. She shut her eyes and bit her lip as the tingling feeling became a sensual and fiery embrace...

Max shot up in Alec's spare room breathing heavily, still wrapped in a dirty blanket. 

There was a knock on the door, 'Max, are you ok?' she heard Alec ask.

'I-' she squeaked. Then catching her breath, she said, 'I'm fine.'
She listened to hear Alec's footsteps disappear down the hallway. She dropped the blanket to find her body drenched in sweat and a dull, numbing ache in her soaked pussy, 'shit,' she grumbled cursing her heat cycle.

What really bothered her was the weird shit she just dreamt about. Her fucking Alec with Logan watching certainly had a bearing on what was currently happening in her personal life; that would be any shrinks diagnoses.

As for right now though, she had a whole other mess to deal with- and it involved human-nark lists, polar insurgence operatives, and South African mercs. But first she needed a cold shower...






[You may wonder why I choose to add credits at the end of my work; and your first guess- if you guessed of course- would probably be because I'm trying to capture a sort of 'series' feel. That would be correct; however there is a 2nd reason, which is simply this: When reading I like visualising the scene and while the main focus is on indulging in a naughty little fantasy of seeing Jessica Alba stark naked and displaying sordid yet raunchy behaviour. Having supporting characters, such as Yvonne Strahovski (from 'Chuck') and Ashley Scott, who are both ravishing in my humble opinion; simply helps. That's all of course just in case you were wondering- INYOTEF ;) ]






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			Max (X5-452): 		Jessica Alba
			Logan Cale: 			Michael Weatherly
			Alec (X5-494): 		Jensen Ackles
			Ames White:			Martin Cummins

Guests
			Flinch:				Jay Baruchel
			Sway (X7-005): 		WWE's Randy Ortin
			Jondy (X5-210): 		Yvonne Strahovski
			Johan Voster:			Arnold Vosloo



Dark Angel: Nark Ch. 04



Authors note: A quick thanks again for your thanks on these stories. And also; I tried to add a recap of the last three chapter's main plot points in this chapter to help keep you all up to date with goings on. Anywoo; enjoy- INYOTEF ;)


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He ran...

Moving as fast as he could despite the having to limp on a wounded leg. He made it to the fence and the gate to find it padlocked. He looked around in a terrified panic for another way out; then seeing none he cringed in pain as he heaved himself up and started climbing over the fence.

He winced as he jumped down the other side on his injured leg, but there was no time to stop, he had to get away! He pushed through the vandalised steel door and immediately found himself in the bustling crowd of people in South Market street.

He looked around trying to find a way to go and grew more desperate when he saw the sector blockade guarded by police. He was sweating and he smelt terrible from being down in that hole for over two days. His shirt was dirty, torn and bloodstained, and he had a piece of rag wrapped over his eye; also crimson soaked with his blood.

The people around him lived in such bad conditions that they didn't pay any attention to a wounded, dirty bald black man with a scruffy greying goatee. Not wanting to stand in one place too long he kept moving. His face scowling from the agony of putting weight on his wounded leg when walking, he was pretty sure the bullet lodged in his thigh had caused an infection...

Suddenly five black SUV's broke through the sector blockade and caused a panic of hysteria in the crowd causing them to scatter. Men in suites and shades with wire's in their ears got out and surrounded him, and in his fear he pulled out a revolver, waving it around showing he had no experience in wielding it.

The men in suites pulled out their own government issue glock's and trained them on him as a precaution.

'Professor Henry Twala. Please put the gun down sir, or my men will be forced to respond to a hostile situation...'

Ames White walked into the circle of agents, 'and that does not end well for you.' 


*


'What do we know so far?' Logan asked Max, Jondy, Flinch, and Alec who all sat in Alec's living room.

'We have Flinch, a human nark-list who was kept in a military base in Odessa, Max said.
'We also know that our femme fatal, here,' Alec said nudging his head in Jondy's direction, 'assassinated the general in charge of that base, Dan Whitaker.'
'Corrupt general,' Jondy corrected, 'he was going to sell Flinch on the black market, and he was working with Sway.'
'The polar insurgence operative who broke me out,' Flinch added.
'Yeah, thanks for that kid,' Logan said sarcastically.
'When Jondy and I went after Sway he somehow, I dunno, hypnotised us into breaking into a South African sponsored genetics lab to steal stem cells,' Max said, conveniently leaving out the surface memories she had of fucking him along with Jondy in a three-way orgy.
'Eh-it, ehum, it wasn't hypnosis,' Flinch stammered, 'X7-005 was created with a special enzyme in his white blood cells, it, eh, tampers with independent thinking in the brain leaving his victim susceptible to suggestions from him. Then after a few hours the effects wear off b-buuut the victims memory is impaired.'
'Why the hell would Manticore give a soldier that ability?' Alec asked.
'Isn't it obvious,' said Logan, 'they could capture an enemy in the field, and extract any intel they wanted.'
'Or use them like Sway did with Jondy and me, having us break into the lab,' Max added.
'Right,' Logan said, picking up a file off the table and moving the conversation forward, 'that lab was Biovex inc. And the person behind the development of those stem cells was...'
'Professor Henry Twala,' Flinch said, 'who X5-210 met with in San Francisco.'
'Okay, so Max gives me grief about calling you the human-nark list and you can call me 210?' Jondy snapped.
'Relax big sis. Tell us about your meeting with Henry, cos obviously you weren't the middle-man Whitaker was meeting with at the Socialite Club.'
'No. I was there to find out who was going to meet with him. But whoever it was, he cut Whitaker out and he struck his own deal with Sway-'
'So Sway turned up at the club to tie up loose ends,' Alec deduced.
'Right,' Logan interjected, 'by killing Whitaker.'
'But miss trigger happy here did that for  him,' Alec pressed.
'THAT'S IT!! You're getting on my nerve!' Jondy said standing up.
'He has a point Jondy,' Max intervened, 'Whitaker could'a told us who he was meeting with.'
'What about this merc, Johan Voster?' Logan asked looking at the South African's file, 'he was with Henry Twala when you met with him in San Francisco, and he tortured you and Max at the Biovex building.'

'His just private security; an expensive gun for hire. Henry Twala has no clue about Manticore or transgenics other than what's in the tabloids. I went in as a security consultant to investigate the extent of his stem cell research.'
'And?' Max asked.
'His much like Logan here. An idealist hoping for a better tomorrow or whatever. He believes that a partnership between South Africa and the United States can get the world moving forward. His not interested in super-soldiers; his goals lie in the medical field, cures for cancer and debilitating diseases.'
'Max,' Logan said, a concerned look on his face all of a sudden. 'If what she said is true we could be looking at the one man that can stop the breeding cults plans.'
'Shit, Max said, 'where is he now?'
'That's what I didn't get a chance to tell you Maxie,' Jondy said, 'I was going after Sway because the professor went missing three days ago, and the eye we used to get into the lab at Biovex belonged to him.'
'Whatta you wanna bet that White has him,' Max said to Logan.
'She just said Sway took him Max,' Alec said.
'Call it a hunch,' Max quipped.


*



Henry Twala opened his eyes. Disorientated, he looked around; and he found himself in what looked like a hospital room. His eye and his leg had been medically seen to and was bandaged. On the steel table next to his bed there was a breakfast of beacon and eggs and a cup of black coffee.

The door opened and the man who had confronted him with the American government agents in South Market street walked in.

'Professor Twala, you remember me? I'm Special Agent White with the C.I.A.' White said showing his badge.
'Where am I Agent White, and what do you want from me?' Twala asked, 'I have diplomatic immunity y-'
'You see that's not going to fly,' White interrupted, 'I don't work directly for the C.I.A. or any other part of the government, I'm part of a; let's call it- a higher echelon. So I have the freedom to say, put a bullet in the head of a foreign diplomat such as yourself, and feel secure in the knowledge that someone else will clean up the mess...'
'Now as you can see we are taking very good care of you, but make no mistake. If you do not cooperate I'll haul your ass out to the firing range and put two slugs in you myself.'
Twala looked at the cold man before him with the utmost contempt, 'what do you want?'
'What do you know about the disappearance of a boy from a government facility in Odessa, Texas?'
'Govern-' 'Nothing, I am a bio-geneticist.' 
'You never heard of the human-nark list?' White asked.
'Yes, yes, the bulk of my data and research came from a nark list-'
'But I thought it was a computer program, I swear.'
'Now that, I believe. You were reported missing by your company, Biovex; let's talk about that?'
'I was on my way home, when a man grabbed me and threw me into a van. He held me in some sort of factory,' Twala cupped his face, 'he cut out my eye...'
White was growing irritated with his traumatic sobbing, 'the man who grabbed you, describe him?'
'He was some sort of mutant, like those urban myths they speak of on the news; Manticore I think its called. He was big, with the most fearsome eyes, and his skin was white, like, like, ash.'
'X7-005,' White confirmed.
'They are real? These mutants?' Twala stammered in shock.
'What else, did he say anything about a boy?'
'No, nothing. He fastened my wrist to a pipe with cable ties, then shot me in my leg as a precaution...'
'I also heard female voices.'
'Did you see them, what did they look like?' White investigated.
'No, I did not. When he left I was able to break the pipe. I saw to my wounds and got out; and then you, your men found me.'

White closed the pad he was taking notes on, 'thank you for your cooperation professor. Eat your breakfast, and I'll see about getting you out of here.'

White left the room and stood in front of the glass side of a big two-way mirror showing Twala's room. An agent brought him a coffee.

'Release him and put a detail on him. I'm betting the girls were transgenics, maybe one of them was 452. They may try and find him. Either that or the X7 will try to tie up loose ends and put a bullet in his head; that way we'll take the X7 down. Either way, I win.



*



'Huh, Max takes heat bitch down, got a handle on things,' Joshua said
'What the hell is wrong with you telling him about that!' Max yelled at Flinch,' you're spose to be here to lie low. I should ring your scrawny little neck.'
'I-I didn't tell him, I swear,' Flinch said waving his hands frantically, 'the dude has canine DNA, he smelt it. Weirda still, is I got nothing on him, n-no data, no record or barcode details.'
'Got some dog in my cocktail. Father made me, first; special,' Joshua chimed.
'Yeah, yes Joshua, we know okay!, Max screamed.

Joshua got a puppy dog look on his face and turned away from her, going to his istle and starting to paint. Max sighed at the stupidity of her harsh outburst, and she walked over to him and put her hand on his shoulder; if only she wasn't so damn irritable while in heat.'

'I'm sorry big fella, I'm just wound really tight. Got my head all screwed up,' she said apologetically.
'Little fella gonna beat this heat bitch, take it down,' Joshua smiled, at least as much as he could with a snout.
'Yeah, I hope so...'

She turned to Flinch, 'you! Come with me right now!'

Flinch followed her into one of the rooms scared witless...



*



'Huh, eh- his li-like a child, h-doesn't  understand sex, ohh,' Max said, huffing as she stood up against the wall with her pants at her knees and Flinch behind her gritting as he gave her a quickie.

Her nails scraped against the wall as she shoved her waist back feeling him slide his hard dick in and out of her sopping cunt determinedly. He had one hand around her flat stomach and the other gripping her hip using them to slam her hips into his pelvis. He humped her hard and deep, her cunt squelching and sloshing as he drove thoroughly into it with glee.

Max ran her cheek over the flaked wallpaper trying hard to control her oversexed body, holding back her moans. She rubbed her clit hard trying to get herself off as fast as possible, knowing Joshua was just in the next room. Harder Flinch thrust, ramming his wonderful cock all the way inside her soft and soppy twat; the kid was really getting good.

She clamped her legs together, clenching her teeth, her clit pulsing as her body screamed its orgasmic craving!

'Heeernnnthh, hnnnfff- nnnhnnthh,' she moaned in muffled bliss, now biting down on her knuckles.

Flinch was just going for it, holding onto her incredible body and banging the shit out of it; out and in, in and out, then deep in again and holding still for a second before roughly laying into her again.

'Huh-ah... ohgod...' Max whimpered as she shuddered in orgasm, just letting the wave of sexual euphoria wash over her. Flinch was right there with her, thrusting into her flowing cunt and emptying his ball-sack; ejaculating is load inside her.

Panting and huffing Max straightened herself up and pulled up her pants. In control again she looked up at Flinch awkwardly then quickly left the room...

Alec and Asha had just walked in and now stared questioningly at Max standing there guilt ridden and in a feverish sweat.

'Max and Flinch getting busy,' Joshua commented to Max's pink-faced humiliation.



*



The rubbish man walked along the street using a steel pike to poke up the cans and papers that littered the city and dumped it into his bag, 'I've got eyes on our target, his arriving on foot from the north,' he said speaking into his wrist, covertly.

'Rodger that. Confirmed, target on foot heading toward the Biovex building,' said the man in the large torn coat digging thru the trash. He heard a noise behind him and couldn't make a sound as his neck was snapped and his lifeless body was dragged further into the alley.

Across the street in the black van sat two more agents along with Ames White.

'Alright keep eyes on the professor, have our two men in the building on alert, and have Murphy and Colt pulled out,' White said.

One of the two agents spoke over the radio, 'mobile one and two, fall back; confirm. Copy?'
'This is mobile one, confirm. Pulling back.'
'Rodger mobile one. Mobile two confirm? Pull off detail, copy...?'

'Mobile two, do you copy?'
'What's the matter?' White asked.
'We have no response from-'
'I'm sitting right here; I got that! Find out what's happening, NOW!'
'Mobile one, mobile two unresponsive, relocate and converge, copy?'
'Mobile one en route.'

The rubbish man dropped his plastic bag and pike and pulled out his silenced piece, running across the road into the alley; and as he entered it he was grabbed by the arm which was bent, pointing his gun to the bottom of his jaw. The suppressed shot was fired, killing him instantly.

Sway bent over Agent Murphy's corps and pulled out his wire then broke it. He walked to the edge of the alley and peeked over the street at the van that served as 'spook' surveillance command centre as he removed the silencer off the pistol. He pulled his hood over his face then walked across the street ducking behind the van, unseen, from where he fired two loud shots at the security guards outside the Biovex building. The shots hit one of the guards in the head and in the heart, spraying blood against the gatehouse wall causing him to drop down dead.

'What the fuck!' White yelled as everything turned to chaos when without investigation the second security guard started firing on the van after sounding the alarm.

Meanwhile Sway took advantage of the commotion, running to where the building had a blind spot and then ran then jumped over the high wall...



*



'Yo Max, Logan's on Skype, he wants a word,' Alec yelled.

Max ran over to the computer, 'Hey, sup?'
'You need to check out KPJK now!' Logan said in an urgent tone.
'Hey Asha, turn on the TV news channel will ya?' Max alerted.

"...have this footage from hover drones over the ground right now; and this is the scene at the Biovex building. An alarming gun battle between building security of the South African research company and unknown men on the ground. As yet we have no inclination of who the men are and what the nature of the fire fight may be, we can confirm two men are de..."

'Max, those look like White's men,' Alec said.
'We need to get over there now, I'm guessing their after Henry Twala,' Max replied.
'I can run interference from the S.1.W. if you need a hand,' Asha offered.
Max looked at her, surprised by the offer, 'no. No I don't want unnecessary casualties; Alec and I can get into the building and I'll call in Jondy for support. Though something tells me she's already en route.'
'Max did you look at what's going down there? That's some serious business, not to mention you got the asshole in charge of the Manticore round-up in the thick of it,' Alec protested, as always looking to cover his own ass first.
'Fine,' Max retorted, 'stay. I'll go by myself!' She wasn't in the mood for his shit right now...! 

She grabbed her leather jacket and shot out the door.



*



The group of South African mercs moved through the hallways of the Biovex building, making for the entrance to repel the invaders. As they turned the corner Sway grabbed the riffle nozzle of the lead soldier and hit him in the face with his own weapon. He then swatted the merc behind him thru the face before flipping the AK47 and tearing thru the unit with a hail of bullets, leaving them in a bloody mess on the ground.

He put the riffle butte to his shoulder and narrowed his vision down its sight ready to move when he was suddenly startled by the 'ding' of the elevator. As the doors slid open he fired into the confined space to ensure no one could attack him. The heated nozzle smoked and Sway waited intently for any sign of life from the empty elevator.

The service hatch dropped open and a slender figure dropped and swung out, kicking him in the chest sending him stumbling back. Max got up and moved in a blur, kicking the riffle out of his hand then caught him with a hook to the face. She blocked the incoming parry and followed through with a flat palm to his stomach forcing the air out of his lungs, then jumped and kicked off the wall and put her boot thru his face, Sway spiting up blood as he was taken him off his feet.

On finding her footing she was faced with a second mercenary unit behind her and she quickly dived through the office window to her right shattering the glass. Sway pulled out his guns and fired at the mercs as he tried to avoid their incoming shots shuffling round the corner of the hallway into cover.

In the office Max was behind the photocopier as she listened to the gun battle, taking the opportunity to catch her breath.

'Damn, way to jump into the shit storm Max,' she reprimanded herself.
'Who the hell are you?' Max heard a voice ask.

Hiding in an open closet was-
'You're Professor Twala, right?'
'Who are you, are you with that psycho?'

Max kept low as she got closer to the professor, 'Look, I really don't have the time for twenty questions so here's the short end; no I'm not with frosty the psychotic snowman, and yes I'm here to help.'

'How, you have no gun!' Henry protested.
'Yeah, I don't do guns. It's just one of those phobia things...'
'But, I don't need a piece to be bad ass, trust me,' Max winked.

With that she went to the gas mains and turned them up to full, then grabbed the emergency fire extinguisher off the wall. She used her knife to puncture it and with white froth and smoke bursting out she threw it out into the hallway where it served to blind both Sway and the mercs with it skidding and swishing across the floor as the pressure was released.

Max next went over to the professor and grabbed him before striking a match and tossing it toward the gas leak. She picked up the professor then ran as fast as she could out of the room and down the hallway; the smoke from the extinguisher serving as cover. The explosion erupted and flames spread through the hallway, the shockwave sending the mercs and Sway flying. Max made it to the stairwell where she swung the professor on her back and jumped over the railing, dropping the fifteen stories down, and landing hard.

They got up and used the emergency exit where the gun battle between the building security and White's men still flared.

Alec's car came speeding through the fire fight and he quickly pulled his gun and popped off a few shots providing covering fire. 

Max smiled as she pushed the professor into the backseat before diving in herself, 'gun it!' she yelled at Alec. 

Alec quickly put the car in gear and put his foot on the gas speeding out of  the hot zone.

At this point White yelled at his men to fall back and they lost a few casualties as they retreated.



*



White held on as the van sped down the road, 'that was 452. And she has Henry Twala,' he said.
'We have a tracking device on h-'
'We're dealing with a specially trained transgenic soldier, Franklin, now you tell me you put that tracker up his rectum and maybe then I'll think something was salvaged from this fucking balls-up!' White snapped, pissed.




Dark Angel: Nark Ch. 04



Franklin as well as the other agents in the van kept their mouths shut.

'Our number one priority right now is to avoid an international incident, so I want a clean up crew on the double. Have the downed agents records removed from the C.I.A. database-'
'Sir w-' Franklin started to interrupt weary of the order.
'We either make ourselves look like thieves trying to break into the Biovex building, or we risk open war with South Africa for breaking the agreement we have with them,' White said sternly.
'Y-yes, sir,' Franklin said taking out his cell.



*



Henry Twala sat rigid in fear as he looked around the room from Max to Alec to Flinch, and then at Joshua!

'Pretty, pretty whack,' Joshua said, not quite sure how to react with Twala staring at him.

'You are one of them. I heard of the base that was attacked, and of monsters-'

Joshua growled making the professor jump as he looked at his snarling face; but Max put her hand on Joshua's shoulder calming him...

'His bark's much worse than his bite...'
'Professor Twala, you're right. We are transgenics, she said, ignoring Twala's flinch, 'all of us; but we don't want to hurt you.' 
'I didn't bust into Biovex and get you out just to cap you thirty minutes later,' she reasoned with him.
'You came to get me?' the professor asked.
'Well no, not actually,' Max admitted, 'I was looking for leads on your missing stem cells.'
'Missing!?' Twala asked shocked.
Max frowned in confusion, 'you didn't know about the break in, how-'
'I was held captive. First by the psychotic mutant, then by your government, and now by you! Your C.I.A. released me this morning and I went to my office, then a few minutes later the gunfight started,' Twala snapped.
'We are not-' 'Wait, how long were you held by Sway, the "mutant"?' Max asked.
'Three days,' Twala answered reluctantly.
Max stood up, 'Professor, there's a room over there, you should get some rest. We are not holding you captive, if I didn't come along you'd be dead, so you'll have to take my word that we're the good guys,' Max affirmed.

Once Twala had left the room Max turned to Alec, 'I think I know who Dan Whitaker's middle man was, and whose behind all this,' she said.
'What?' Alec asked, 'who?'
'I need a few more details, but I may have a plan to bring all this down round his ears.'



*



Max walked into the room Twala was in with medical dressings, 'I noticed your leg is bleeding again; thought maybe if I saw to it you'd take it as a good gesture.'

'I am a peaceful man miss-'
'Max. My names Max,' she said.

Twala looked at her, not really sure what to think, 'you are one of these genetic creations?' he asked.
'Chimera,' Max told him, 'at least that's the philosophical way of saying your basic lab experimental assassin turned bike messenger,' she smirked, disposing of the bloody bandages and cleaning his wound.
'A hybrid creature, spliced to be better than ordinary,' Twala said.
'Don't go getting a woody doc, its not all peaches and cream,' Max quipped, as she began re-bandaging his wounded thigh.
'You look normal. Actually, you look better than normal. You are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.'

Max swallowed as she tended to his injury seeing that his figurative woody was quickly becoming very literal!

Still plagued by her heat cycle she couldn't control herself, and her hand brushing over the bulge in his pants was no accident. Twala's remaining eye looked up at her to find her gaze lowered. He held his breath as Max now openly rubbed her hand over his crotch then cupped it and fondled it. 

She breathed harshly as she felt his erection swell even more, feeling her own body grow warmer and her pussy grow wetter in anticipation. She acted on hormonal instinct; unzipping the professor's pants and releasing his trouser snake. The large, circumcised, ebony cock jumped out at her proudly, and Max wasted no time. She gripped it firmly and caressed it before she pumped it aggressively. Twala gripped the bed sheets not believing this was happening; watching the hot woman stroke his cock, feeling her warm breath spread over it.

Max gathered saliva in her mouth and drooled it erotically over the professor's cock, using her hand to smear it over his length as she stroked it. Finally she opened her mouth and swallowed his penis, running those full lips of hers down then up his length. Bobbing her head slowly, she moved her hair out of her face then looked up at him with her soft bedroom eyes.

Twala grit his teeth, groaning as he looked into her eyes. It wasn't real. He had to be dreaming; how could this gorgeous girl just start sucking his coc-

'Hahh, ah,' he mumbled with Max pushing his cock into her cheek making it bulge, then rubbing his knob against the inside of her cheek. She then relaxed her throat as she took his dick further getting as much of that thick cock as she could, her nose almost touching his pubic hair before she slurped all the way up again. Strings of spit clung from his dick to her mouth as Max licked the underside of his dark member, still stroking him briskly. 

Max let go of Twala's throbbing cock and stood up. She slid off her tight leather pants then shrugged off her leather jacket as well, now standing in front of him in just a black sports bra. Next she pulled off her panties before straddling him on the bed, watching him grunt as he laid eyes on her bare sex.

The unyielding need once again consumed Max making her impatient. She gripped his saliva slick cock and pushed it over her vagina settling it against her gleaming hole, then smiled licking her lips. 

'Oh, ahh,' she squeaked as she let her waist drop and felt him slip in and stretch her open. Her tight cunt closed round his knob so she pushed her waist down hard making Twala grip it tightly as she forced herself down. His hard cock pushed deeper into her slippery, wet depths causing Max to bite her lip and wiggle her hips.

Slowly she started thrusting, lifting up so that he pulled out of her slightly then pushing down taking him deeper, till he started filling her out. As if sex-starved, Max was soon bucking as she rode his cock, taking him in and out of her pussy, her juices smearing all over his length.

Somewhere in the back of her mind was the fleeting feeling that this was so wrong, that she shouldn't be fucking Twala, but she ignored it as she thrust up and down, every movement driving his big, black, cock deeper inside her sex.

Twala for his part was not about to question the unbridled lust of this girl; she was willingly having sex with him, this absolutely gorgeous genetic creation wanted to fuck him! He ran his hands over her immaculate body as he pushed his waist up, filling out her unbelievably tight pussy completely.

'Ohgod!' Max whined, seeping a breath as her clam gripped his generous cock and she bucked her hips back and forth. She put her hands on his chest and lifted her waist feeling him slide out of her cunt then rolled her hips taking him in again. She did it over and over, building a rhythm, setting a pace, bouncing on his cock and once again, giving herself to the pleasure.

Her hot, tight pussy stretched further, her off-brown lips wrapping around his hard cock as it pushed into her. Taking in one shaky breath after another, Max changed pace, now riding Twala very, very slowly. Allowing his penis to open her pussy a bit further with every thrust of her hips, his cock gliding in and out of her twitching cunt.

She bit her lip as her ass rubbed against his balls when she took him all the way in. she stopped for a moment, allowing herself to get lost in the pleasurable pulses of his dick and the tingles that ran up her spine. Then she slowly started up again, her pussy gripping around his cock as she thrust her sensual body up and down, her lips pursed in soft moans as she fucked him ever so slowly.

Twala groaned as he held her clammy body feeling her ribcage when she took a deep breath; she was incredible! He sat up and hugged her, clutching her plump ass cheek. Max responded by wrapping her arms around him and humping his cock with short thrusts barely letting an inch of it slip in and out of her sopping twat. Twala was now licking and nipping at her neck feeling the heat pour out of her sweaty body, it was pure lust in its most primal form.

Max breathed against his ear, her eyes snapped shut, her body burning up. She felt him lift her sports bra up exposing her left tit then whimpered as he groped it hard and squeezed it while tugging her nipple with his teeth. She pushed him down onto his back again then started fucking him harder, thrusting her sopping cunt to the tip of his cock then slamming down hard. She did it again and again, her ass slapping on his lap in a blur.

The pleasure increased and she fucked faster, running her pussy over his length.

'Oh god, ohh, ohh, ohh,' her moans grew louder forcing the professor to cup her mouth. His cock throbbed slipping in and out of her sex and he felt his balls begin to tighten.

"MMMmmmnnn, mammnttth,' Max mumbled in his hand, her breathing ragged, her huffing increasing as she felt the first quivers of her budding orgasm. She bent over Twala bucking her hips as she thrust her pussy over his cock.

She moaned pressing her groin to his, swallowing his cock as deep inside her cunt as she could, her body shuddering. The warmth of her climax coursed through her in the throes of ecstasy, her muscles tensed then spasmed in heightened pleasure and with it she flooded his balls with her clear oily sap.

The feeling of Max's already tight pussy gripping around his cock and leaking its vaginal excretions over his balls was too much for the good professor, and this time Max had to put her hand over his mouth as he groaned, filling her with wads of warm bursts of semen.

Sweaty and senseless the two lay on the bed in the afterglow of their mind-numbing fuck. Max opened her eyes; she could feel the professor's cock soften inside her sore pussy, and with that her stomach churned with nausea.

Without a word spoken she got off him and gathered her clothes before leaving the room as fast as possible... 

Thirty-five minutes later she was in her run-down apartment and under a cold shower, shivering as the water rinsed away the evidence of her sex with Henry Twala. She rested her forehead against the tiles and sighed- Fucking heat!

Still twenty minutes later Max sat on her tattered sofa staring out the window with the phone in one hand, and the tracker she had found on Twala in the other.

Original Cindy looked at her from across the room.

'Caught the news report on the popo trying to clean up dead bodies and getting statements at that Biovex building,' she said, knowing Max had the skinny on what was really happening.
'Yeah,' is all Max said.
Cindy knew Max didn't want to involve her in whatever shit was going down, 'so, whatta you gonna do?'

Max looked up at her, a determined glint in her big brown eyes...

'End it!' 






***




			Max (X5-452): 		Jessica Alba
			Logan Cale: 			Michael Weatherly
			Alec (X5-494): 		Jensen Ackles
			Ames White:			Martin Cummins
			Joshua (no barcode)		Kevin Durand
			Original Cindy: 		Valerie Rae Miller
			Asha Barlow:			Ashley Scott

Guests

			Flinch:				Jay Baruchel
			Sway (X7-005): 		WWE's Randy Ortin
			Jondy (X5-210): 		Yvonne Strahovski
			Johan Voster:			Arnold Vosloo
			Prof. Henry Twala:		Djimon Hounsou



Dark Angel: Nark Ch. 05



Authors note: With this the final chapter in my most daring attempt at a Dark Angel story I mustered yet (I mean I wrecked my brains tying the plot together, it was really a bitch)!!! I'd like to acknowledge those who showed their support via their comments one final time. Also while I have an idea for another story, it is just that: An idea! Nothing is down in ink, I don't even have a title, which is usually my starting point. What this means is I won't have another Dark Angel erotica up anytime soon. I do apologise for this and hope I can make it up with this; the finale of my crown attempt at stringing words into a capturing tale of lust, passion, sex, action, and intrigue- INYOTEF ;)

PS: That last sentence may have been a bit much- So just read my shit if you want; cool? 

***

'I dunno of you're listening,' Max said as she stood before the alter lighting incense, then looked up at the large crucifix mounted on the wall, staring soulfully at the carved wooden face of the once- savior of mankind. 'Hell, I dunno if you're even really there.' 

She looked at his crown of thorns wondering if it was the fated token for those who were dumb enough to think that people could change.

After all this was suppose to have been a proud country once, a 'super-power' with money hanging out the butt. Then one fateful day an EMP dropped and it all came crumbling down, and gone to shit; and now the great US was looking to lesser countries to lean on.

She looked up at their Messiah, and continued speaking scornfully, 'you know they say you're up there just watching, I don't know what for. But I get that, I really do. Being separate from all the playas just to know you're not part of it all, that you different (she was speaking of her own escapism to her sanctuary atop the vandalised Space Needle)...'

'Still, they say you care. That you and the 'blue lady' watch over them. Look I don't believe in any of that shit. Hell I don't believe I was created by some infallible, divine whatever...'

'I guess I'm taking a leap of faith here, and asking for a little help; if you ain't to busy an' all...'

'Hallo X5.' said the voice behind her.

She turned to see Johan Voster coming down the isle with a few of his men, all armed with AK-47's, 'the name's Max.'

'I didn't peg you as the religious type, hay. I mean we're soldiers, the things we see-' 'Ever heard the saying, there's no atheists' in foxholes?' Max chimed. 'So, Max; X5-452, you are a smart girl, hay. You're fucking with my plans, but I can forgive, that's why I took your invite to come here.'

'I have a story to tell you,' Max smiled.

'Do you now?'

'Oh yeah, you're gonna love it, but where to start...?'

'Let's see,' Max smirked, 'you and your men get employed by Biovex as armed protection for Professor Twala's research project, and then you accompany him to San Francisco to a meet with Jondy where you hear about the nark list. You then do recon and find out that the nark list is really a human-nark list, so figuring its all bout the dolla dolla, you start to scheme...'

'But you need to shift the attention from yourself. So with access to American databases you find out about Sway and contact him arranging a plot to have him approach Dan Whitaker...'

She took a breath before continuing, 'without him knowing, you set up Sway as your middle-man having him secure Flinch. But things go sideways when the kid escapes. So you need a plan B, a back up. You have Sway kidnap Twala so you can get his research. Knowing bout Sway's special puppeteering trick, you have him get some X5 soldiers to do the dirty work of collecting the stem cells, knowing it can't be traced to you and leaving you free to interrogate us while knowing we'd have no recollection of any of it...'

'So now you have the stem cells; and if you get your hands on the kid you would have the jackpot prize in genetic research, then you can go after that cheddar. The C.R.E.A.M.....'

'Cash rules everything around me!'

'Coz you got the best in technology on creating a superior transgenic to what Manticore accomplished; double the strengths and none of the flaws, that's worth a couple'a billion on the black market...'

'How's that for the monologue of an evil geniuses plan?' Max taunted.

Johan looked at Max with the utmost disdain, 'pretty story, but you can't prove any of it sweeth-'

'Do I look like a police detective?' Max interjected. 

The two doors to her sides opened and Jondy and Alec came out armed with assault riffles; while on the balcony behind Johan and his men, Logan positioned himself with a sniper.

'This here is my team. But that is the least of you worries sweetie,' Max said.

'See I brought along a nifty low-jack with a built in receiver I found on Professor Twala, meaning everything spoken here is being recorded by a C.I.A. detail. The kind of government agents who neutralise a threat without worrying bout red tape, like diplomatic immunity for foreign nationals. The kind of agents who put a bullet in your heads just because you're suspected of being a threat coz you farted and they wanna cap you for a lethal aerosol assault...'

'Oh, and if Sway is a really good operative, then he was listening in too,' Max smiled, 'and I don't think his gonna like it a whole lot that you were using him. Word on the street is, his kinda ruthless.'

Max was on high alert, as were the two transgenics with her; they all heard the simultaneous clicking of snipers. Johan lifted his riffle to fire just as canisters crashed through the windows and smoke started filling the room making the streaming laser-sights visible. The first shot caught the man on Johan's left thru the head.

Max, Alec and Jondy got down as the gunfire erupted. There were multiple crashes as men in black combat gear came in through the windows wearing gasmasks.

'You really got us in it this time!' Alec yelled gunning down three of Johan's men.

'Hey, you were trained for combat. So call this a training op,' Max retorted.

'Training op, you're kidding, right.'

'Caught in a crossfire between the government and foreign mercenaries; seems like pretty standard field work,' Jondy joked as she shot two South African's in the head and one C.I.A. agent in the chest.

'Right, it'll be White and Sway who are the real threats,' Max said, 'you guys hang around here and keep things under control; I'm gonna find those stem cells.' 

Johan cursed his jamming riffle as bullets ricocheted around him, splintered pieces of wood flinging into the dusty air.

'Bluddy piece of junk,' he yelled. 'Vok,' he cursed again in his mother tongue, 'Julle twee, try om rond te gaan, vlank daai bliksims {You two, try and go around, flank those bastards}!' he shouted at two of his men.

The two mercs kept low as they went to the far right of the rows of benches then carried on along them up toward the alter. The bullet hit the back of the first mercs head, popping out of his forehead killing him instantly. The other quickly backed up into cover trying to spot the sniper.

Above him on in the second level seating area, Logan put his eye to the scope waiting for the second mercenary to rear his head, finger resting gently on the hair trigger of Jondy's customised sniper riffle. The merc peeked out with his AK trying to get a clear shot, but it was enough for Logan to catch him in the crosshairs, and he held his breath when squeezing the trigger. The mercs head snapped back harshly from the impact of the headshot, blood splattering over the oak bench...

Max decided on a more athletic approach to her target seeing as how she had no fire power. She jumped up grabbing hold of the wall skirting with the tips of her fingers then back flipped onto the wooden roof beams. Maintaining balance she ran across the beam till she was above Johan's group then dropped down in the middle of them.

The mercenary's were caught off guard as Max attacked, punching the first hard in the face then grabbing the arm of the one next to him and using her elbow to break it. The man behind her tried to turn and shoot her but caught a bullet in the head instead from Alec; while Jondy shot down two behind Max. Max flipped on her hands and spun her body into a twirl, kicking down the three men that were bearing on her. She shot up lunged her foot into another's chest, then directly spun and kicked the merc next to him as well, both men crumbling courtesy of her super-human strength.

Johan grabbed his knife and went for Max, thrusting it at her. Max turned and caught his knife hand, then twisted it, snapping his wrist. 

She spun him around and kicked the back of his knee dropping him on one leg then tugged his hair and spoke mockingly in his ear, 'how's it hanging Johan, I gotta say I'm impressed with South African training; not! So here's the dealio, I'm gonna have to search you now, kay, so try to behave.'

She pulled him up and pushed him over the backrest of the bench in front of them then kicked his feet apart. Next Max checked the many pockets of his combat gear and found the blue vial with the stem cells in the inner pocket of his body armour. 

'Gimme th-' Johan tried to yell grabbing for the vial but caught a palm in his face instead, sending him to dreamland.

While her objective was complete, Max and her group were still pinned down by the remaining mercs as well as White's agents. Max herself as smack in the middle of the battle while Jondy, Alec, and Logan tried their best to cover her as she took out one bad guy after the other. At present she shot into the air spinning her body and bringing her foot down on an agents head, then on landing she kicked another in the groin before rising with an uppercut beneath his chin that lifted him off the ground. Max grabbed him and pulled him in front of her as a human shield when his buddy opened fire. The agents body rattled as he was filled with led before Max threw him into his friend then kicked his lifeless back sending them both flying over the benches.

Alec meanwhile dropped the riffle he had that was out of ammo and pulled out his handgun firing off two shots, putting holes in two C.I.A. agents. Jondy had her back to his and emptied her own riffle clip as well.

'How ya doing?' she asked Alec.

'Down to eleven,' he said, firing another shot, 'make that ten.'

'I'm out,' Jondy said, time to make an exit.' 

She looked in shock as a merc crashed into the wall a few feet away from her then looked up on the balcony as Logan used his exoskeleton to send another out the window, before he jumped threw it making his own escape.

'I'm out,' she heard Alec inform her, 'les move!'

She ran toward Alec and he grabbed her hand and flung her across the church. She flipped and landed behind a group of C.I.A. agents then pounced on them. She kicked the first in the lower back, snapping his vertebrae then pulled his gun from his holster and shot the agent behind him in the head.

Alec moved with enhanced speed and punched an agent in the face shattering the Perspex of his gasmask then gripped another's arm locking it and dislocating his shoulder then throwing him on the ground. Near to Jondy; Alec ducked as she kicked over him, catching another agent in the face. She hoisted herself off Alec's back and shot her body up and over three agents. As they turned to face her, Alec kicked the back knee of one of them then snapped his neck while Jondy spun into a roundhouse kick taking down the other two simultaneously. They stood back to back, both of them rearmed with SMG's looking down at the seven incapacitated agents.

Jondy was looking down the sight of the weapon ready to act, 'all clear! Move out.'

'Rodger that soulja girl,' Alec smirked and chuckled, slinging the weapon over his shoulder... 

Outside Ames White watched thru a pair of binoculars, 'do we have any visuals on the professor or the human-nark list?' he asked his team inside over the radio. 'Negative, sir,' one of his men responded, 'we need to fall back, the team of X5's is taking our men and the South African mercs apart!' 

White threw his radio on the pavement in anger, breaking it. He stormed off shoving two of his agents out of the way as he went to a secluded spot where he took out his cell and made a call.

'Fe'nos tol. We, I have a problem. 452 lured me here under the assumption that she had brought the boy...'

'No, I'm not incompetent. She obviously found the tracker my men put on the-' 'I'm not making excuses, but if I push this I may blow my cover with the agency...'

'Yes I understand. We move forward...'

'Capture 452, kill her friends and make her tell me where the kid is...'

'Fe'nos tol.'

White flicked his cell closed and pulled out his gun. He ran inside the church and straight into the fire fight, shooting down two of the mercenary's. One grabbed him from behind in a choke hold, but White merely grabbed his hand and twisted his wrist then broke his arm with his superior strength; he then turned and hit him in the gut and as the merc lurched forward White wrapped his arm around his head and snapped his neck like a twig. 

He turned to find another merc trying to fire at him, and as he did White dropped down dodging the bullet then balanced his weight on his right arm and kicked the man, shattering his rib cage. He flipped back up and stood over the man as he cringed in pain on the ground then shot him in the forehead.

Out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of Max making for the church's steeple and shot after her, reloading his gun on the way.

Max ran up the stairs and found herself on the roof of the church. She peered over the side to see Alec and Jondy retreating out the side entrance and Logan running to safety down one of the alley's.

'X5,' said the calm voice.

She turned to find herself face to face with Sway.

'I know you have the stem cells, and I am not walking away from this empty handed,' he said menacingly, glaring at her, 'hand it over?'

'I'd of thunk you got your ass kicked by me enough times,' Max mocked.

'I'm not asking again,' Sway warned, pulling out his gun.

'Not so fast, freak,' said Ames White, coming out the church holding his own gun on Sway.

Max looked from Ames to Sway, the odds of her getting out of this one were dropping fast.

'Well, this sure is a pickle, huh fellas,' she said pulling the vial with the stem cells out, 'what to do, what to do?'

'Oh I don't give a rats ass about those cells 452. Of course I also can't shoot you because the Conclave needs you alive. And the X7 wants the cells-'

'And you both want the human-nark list,' Max finished, 'guess we got ourselves an old fashioned stand off gentlemen.'

Sway dropped his gun and moved in to punch Max who ducked just as Ames blocked his shot. Max swept White's leg then flipped up to kick Sway who grabbed her by the throat and thrust her against the wall and lifted her off her feet choking her.

White grabbed a piece of wooden beam and hit Sway over his back, and he yelled out in pain, dropping Max. White hit again, this time over his head leaving a large, bloody gash. Max got on one knee coughing and picked up the vial and pocketed it then tried to hoist herself over the wall, but White grabbed her hair and yanked her back, dropping her on her ass.

She flipped herself up again and shot at him with a flurry of punches but he moved his feet and blocked each one before grabbing her arm, locking it and forcing her down on one knee. Max clenched her jaw as the pain shot through her body then used her agility to do a side flip to release the lock and on turning she kicked White in the face sending him to the floor.

She barely caught her breath before Sway grabbed her round her body, lifted her off the ground and squeezed hard, crushing her ribs and constricting her breathing. Max wheezed in his grasp trying to free herself but he was stronger and her breathing was shallow. 

In a desperate attempt she kicked against the stone parapet and sent them crashing through the large decorated window, dropping into the cathedral's main hall.

Max cringed as she moved. She had a cut over her left eyebrow, blood trickling off over her eyelid; her whole body aching from the fall. She was lying on the alter covered in dust and broken shards of glass. 

She looked up and reacted at a split-seconds notice as the steel cross came thundering down and chipped the alter just missing her. Sway came at her with another swing and she ducked, feeling it swipe over her hair. The third swing came and she crossed her forearms blocking it, then gripped the cross and kicked Sway in the gut before turning with a swing of her own catching him in the face.

Max's stance was ready, her body was sore but she refused to give in. White had entered the fray again standing a few feet away.

'Still time for you boys to turn tail,' Max quipped.

Sway stood glaring at her, his mouth bleeding and so was the gash on top of his head.

White moved first, thrusting his foot at Max who blocked it with the steel cross then tried to sweep him with it, but he flipped out the way only to have Sway kick him in the back on landing, throwing him off his feet.

Max spun the cross over her head then thrust the end of it in Sway's stomach, and he dropped down groaning. She spun it again and turned hitting White in the face (and scraping his cheek) as he tried to get up. Next she turned back to Sway and used the steel cross as a pole volt and kicked him again sending him flying over the church benches.

Meanwhile Johan gained consciousness, and groggily stood up. In his blurry vision he watched the three fight it out, and got up pulling out his gun...

Max, being X5, had the advantage of having super-sensitive senses, and heard the gun cock. As the shot fired she turned and flipped her body vertically, dodging the bullet. She then landed and threw the cross at Johan with all her might. The sharp front end of it pierced his chest and yanked him off his feet, impaling him against the wall! Still alive he coughed, blood pouring out of his mouth.

The sirens of the cops could be heard coming in from the distance, and looking out the window Max could see the police hover drones flying about...

She turned to where Sway was but he had vanished. 

White was still down and all Johan's men were backing off; that was the way of mercs: with their leader down, they'd leave the fight and take off; no honour.

Still Max knew she had to get out of their as well, so she backed away and disappeared in the swirling dust... 

Thirty minutes later the police had been put on the sidelines by the C.I.A. clean-up crew. White stood and watched as his men questioned Johan after they had got him off the wall.

'He refuses to cooperate sir. Says his a foreign national,' one of the agents said.

'Doesn't matter,' White replied, 'we have it all on tape. Get our boys out of here and try and pick up 452's trail...'

'And get a story for the media, tell them a terrorist attack had been averted.' 'Yes sir.'

White walked over to Johan, 'Mr. Voster, I just wanted to tell you your cooperation is no longer required.'

Johan looked at him suspiciously, then his eyes widened as White pulled out his gun. He shot Johan in the throat and watched as he gurgled with the heavy flow of blood splattering out the wound before the life drained out of him...

*

Wearing surgical gloves Logan used disinfectant and cotton wool, carefully dabbing the cut above Max's eye.

'There you go,' he smiled warmly.

Max opened her eyes and looked at him awkwardly. With the way that he was staring at her, her mind flashed back to the dream of him masturbating while she played with herself I front of him. 

'Eh, th- thanks,' she said, getting up and shaking off the arousal.

Logan frowned than sighed in frustration before turning to her, 'Max, can we talk about thi-'




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'I need to take a, a shower,' she stammered, 'dirt, I mean, dirty, from the fight, in the church, ya know.'

'Max,' Logan said again, but she ignored him and left the room...

A few minutes later Max sat in the shower clutching her knees to her chest as the cold water sprayed over her heated flesh once again. Adrenaline surged through her body from the battle in the church and with it, unyielding lust.

God, Max thought as her body urged her to find some kind of outlet. She thought of Flinch, and how he she had coerced him into sleeping with her, fucking him four times that one night... 

The recollection of it all made her lip tremble as she became flustered. Despite the cold water running down her naked body she was burning up yet again.

The feeling of lingering pleasure, the coiling build up in her loins as she slammed her body on Flinch's cock in the bathtub...

The memories made her succumb to the leadings of her sexual urges. Her hand cupped her breast, feeling the weight of it before she groped it firmly. Her nipple was so hard and sensitive, so responsive; her whole body; so ready.

Alec, she thought of Alec... Of Asha riding Alec; of his hard, thick cock slipping in and out of her juicy thick cunt. Then thought of the dream, of Alec fucking her rough and hard with Logan watching them and jacking off. It had felt so very real...

Her other hand ran over her stomach and she let her legs fall slightly open. She was so wet, running her fingers over the sensitive lips of her sex.

Alec fucked her, he really fucked her she thought; he drove that massive cock of his so far in her pussy, it felt incredible...

She sunk two fingers inside her pussy taking in a shaky breath as the tingling pleasure shot through her body. She pinched her nipple tugging it hard as she began to explore the wet recesses of her pussy, frigging herself ecstatically.

Flinch on the bed she thought, how he finally started thrusting in and out of her properly. Flinch taking her from behind, thrusting so much deeper into her sopping depths. Riding Flinch in the bath, thrusting up and down, riding his cock...

'Ahhgod,' she panted as her stomach convulsed with her sliding her fingers so deep in her lush, aching cunt. Her other hand dropped and she patted her throbbing clit.

Twala! She had taken his black cock as well, she had taken it so goddamn hard. And Whitaker; god she was horny as she fucked him like some un-caged beast...

Her face scrunched up as she let her mind linger on the partners she had been with, willingly remembering every touch and feel and smell, as she thrust her fingers in and out of her clam.

What about Sway? They were just surface memories, but they were there; and god did it feel good! His cock was so fucking big, and so unnaturally cold. But it was great; she let him drive that long dick all the way in her sopping pussy, and she came, god she came so hard...

Her stomach tightened in a knot and she fell on her side in the shower, spreading her legs wide open. She used her hand to spread that pussy of hers open and dug in deep before sliding out and pushing in again.

'Ohh,' she moaned gritting her teeth, her body twitching as the pleasure increased. She gyrated he hips working her pussy so damn good; the water splashing over her toned body, it reminded her of Sway's cold body hugging her.

His, Sway's, cock pushed so deep into her, he fucked her like a whore and she had loved it; and the Rasta in the alley that first night, shit how hard had he fucked her up against the wall of that filthy alley...

She snapped her eyes shut as her body was thrown into spasms and her cunt tightened up. Her orgasm ripped through her body and absolutely took her breath away. She lay there panting, her fingers still knuckle-deep inside her sore pussy...

*

Logan turned around when Max came out wearing her towelling, blue robe, 'you may want to avoid me, but we have to talk about what happens to Flinch after all this,' he said.

She looked at him then sat down on the sofa with her feet underneath her looking over at Flinch as he sat on the ground watching TV...

'Whatta you mean?'

'Max, I had him taken to a doctor I trust to get an MRI,' Logan paused, his face saddened.

'What?' Max asked growing concerned.

'He has a tumour, Max, and its growing, rapidly.'

Max didn't respond, she didn't know what to say.

'It must be the strain from all the information he stores, and every time he retrieves the info it makes matters worse,' Logan explained.

Max had tears in her eyes, 'is there anything, I mean, can you?'

'The doc wasn't very hopeful, but I know a specialist living out in Toronto, Canada, Professor Gerald Leech...'

'The problem is-'

'Sway,' Max finished, 'as long as his out there, he'll hunt Flinch.'

'We have to stop him,' Logan said.

Max sat up and looked out the window as if she'd just spot him outside.

'How, we don't even know whe-'

'Biovex,' Logan said simply, 'he'll try and go for the stem cells again. Try and salvage something.'

'His not that stupid,' Max retorted, 'no one's that stupid.'

'Don't underestimate a desperate man Max.'

*

Sway gripped the riffle firmly as he moved into the refrigerated storing room of the Biovex building. He'd be damned if he wasn't getting anything for all the work he put in!

There it was in front of him: the cooling unit that held the specialised stem cells Henry Twala had developed. He walked to it, released the clamps and watched as the storing cylinder rose out of the nitrogen gas-

'No,' he whispered finding it empty.

'You really are a special kind of stupid!' he heard a voice above him say.

Perched on the steel beam, Max watched with satisfaction at the mixture of anger and confusion reflected on Sway's face. He tried to point his weapon at her; but she moved at lighting speed, swinging down and kicking him back. She landed and gripped the gun hitting him in the face with it, causing him to let it go. She then easily slipped out the ammo clip and discarded the assault riffle.

'Ya know, when my friend told me you'd break into the building again and try and steal the stem cells, I told him you weren't that dumb...'

'hah, would'a thunk it?' she shrugged.

Sway swung at her with a right hook, but she caught his hand and threw him off balanced then lunged her foot in his gut sending him crashing into a refrigerator. He used his momentum to turn, raise his foot and cut it thru the air; but Max used her shoulder to stop him, then held his knee and kicked his other leg tossing him to the ground...

'I mean, how do you figure breaking into the same place and trying to steal the same score you missed out on before...'

Sway got up in a rage and tried to kick her in the gut, but she blocked the shot with her leg and followed thru with a punch to his face and a knee to his ribs...

'You lost the cells...'

She kicked the side of his knee so that it buckled...

'You lost the kid...'

She then kicked the side of his head, but he balanced him self on one hand, shot himself up, kicking her so that she stumbled backward. As he moved in she stepped on his foot holding it to the ground, then kicked him in his side and as he collapsed on the floor his ankle broke. Max then pressed her foot to his throat looking down at him as he spat up blood....

'Ya know, in this freezing room, the cold should have given you an advantage. Seeing as how it can effect my motor-functions and not yours; but guess what; you got your ass whooped as well,' Max smiled with a cocky look on her face.

Sway pushed her foot off him sending her off balance and shot himself on his feet (cringing as he put weight on his broken ankle), then pulled out his back-up pistol.

'At least I can kill you bitc-'

Max smirked and kicked the pipe that was attached to the cooling unit, then dived out of the way as the liquid nitrogen burst out over Sway.

She turned and looked up to find him frozen solid! Max got up and again lunged her foot at his chest and his body shattered into pieces of frozen limbs and crimson shards...

'Ain't irony a bitch. Built as a Polar insurgence operative and ya go an' die frozen,' Max smirked...

Henry Twala looked at the shattered remains that was Sway five minutes later.

'Thank you Max,' he said, 'the stem cells are safe and I can continue my research...'

'But, I think it better to return home. I'm afraid I cannot trust your government's intentions with my work.'

'I know what you mean,' Max sighed, 'you look after yourself Professor.'

She walked out of the room without giving him a second look.

*

Max held Jondy tightly, tears welling up in her eyes as they hugged. 

'Where will you go?' she asked when they broke apart.

'I can't say. For now I'll see that our friend here gets across the border to Canada and to the family Logan set him up with. You look after yerself baby sis.'

'Yeah, if we were any kinda normal, I'd say write me,' Max half laughed.

Jondy smiled warmly, then looking at the worried look she had while staring at Flinch she said softly, 'Logan told me bout the brain cancer, don't worry, I'm sure he'll be ok.'

'Yeah, Manticore does it again. Trying to play God and screwing up brain wires,' Max said smugly.

She looked over Jondy's shoulder at Flinch, then walked over to him,' You sure you can handle the new info?'

'Yeah,' Flinch said, stuffing his hands in his jean pockets and rocking on the spot. 'My name is Michael Webber, and I'm a recently discharged patient from the psychiatric ward at the, eh, Swedish Medical Center. And I- I'm going to foster care under Dolly and Gerald Leech in Toronto.'

'Right. You have a good life free of all this government shit,' Max said grinning widely.

Flinch was about to hug her, but she put her hand on his chest halting him, 'easy slugger,' she said, taking his hand and shaking it. 'I think we had just about enough physical contact.'

Flinch and Jondy got on the train and Max watched as it pulled off feeling... Actually, for once she felt good!

*

The music blared as usual at Crash, and Max sat at the bar watching as a girl from work expertly balanced her bicycle on its fore wheel to the cheering of the crowds. She downed her pitcher of beer and ordered another. Yet again she was reminded that she was still in heat-

Her body temperature was skyrocketing, and she cringed every time a male rubbed up against her in the overcrowded bar. She was flustered and her clit was humming in her pants; it took every ounce of willpower she had to fight the urge to grab one of the men and find a private spot...

'Alec got word from Logan,' Max was saying to Original Cindy, 'Flinch arrived safely in Canada, and that doc started chemo so there's a silver lining....' 

'And it looks like Ames has given up the chase as well. His just back on my genetic ass now again.'

'Well, cheers to that boo,' Cindy said clinking beer pitchers with Max, 'Original Cindy sez; all's well that ends well.'

Max smiled and took a swig of beer before she frowned in thought again.

Cindy looked at her sceptically. 

'What?' she demanded.

'Am I a skank?' Max asked her. 

'Excuse you!?' Cindy shot back.

'You know; a skank, a hussy, a tart?' Max said looking at her, 'ya know; given da givens.'

'You are a straight up friend, Cindy told her sincerely, 'you just got to keep it in your pants when this heat bitch bites, fo' real boo.'

Max was looking over her shoulder at the ass of the muscular man that was bent over the pool table. 'Yum, I'd like to bite me a piece of that,' she growled getting up and zipping her jacket down to show off her sweaty cleavage.

Cindy pulled her back into her seat, 'down girl! It ain't worth the awkwardness of me hearing the two of you get all freaky-deaky all night.'

Max put her head on the bar, 'I can't help it. And the last few hours of hea-'

'Ladysh,' Sketchy slurred almost falling over Max and Cindy as he pushed himself between them, 'howshh it hanning?'

'Sketchy, you smell like you had a pitcher of vomit,' Cindy said pulling her face.

'Besht ya dunno whatsh I washdoin?' he said, then answered his own question, 'inna bathroomssh.. Shcrewing Alishhon fucking hard!'

Cindy eyed him up and down, 'so you telling me that smell on you is coz you were gett'n sum in the men's toilet stall? Damn, you are real classy.'

'I gossht me sum pussy,' he slurred.

'O God,' Max groaned as her mind was flooded with images of Sketchy pushing her naked body up on the bar and banging the shit out of her, all to the roaring crowds amusement. In her minds eye she could clearly visualise Sketchy throwing her lean legs over his shoulders and slamming his dick into her needy pussy over and over and-

She grabbed Cindy's hand so hard to control herself that Cindy yelped.

'Damn Max!'

Cindy turned to Sketchy, 'you have got to get yourself a cab and get home to sleep this shit off; now!'

Sketchy didn't argue; even drunk he knew better than to take lip with his lesbian friend; so he turned and stumbled out of Crash.

Original Cindy turned back to Max, 'you ok, boo?'

'Yeah,' Max said holding her hands in her face, 'I think I'm gonna blaze. Tie myself to some train tracks or sum'n. Least I know tomorrow I'll be back to normal. You coming?'

'Nah,' Cindy said looking over at the slim braided sister who had just walked in, 'I got a lickty-chick dat needs sum lick'n.'

Max groaned again, was everyone thinking about sex around her? She got up and made her way out of the bar as well.

*

The roaring engine of the black Kawasaki Ninja 650 screamed as it entered the alleyway between the two apartment buildings. She switched her motorcycle off and steadied it then looked up at the window of the fifth story apartment sighing.

'Turn around and go home, Max,' she told herself, but she had already removed her yellow tinted shades and gotten off the bike.

She slipped the shades into the inside pocket of her leather jacket then quickly took a run and jumped up against the wall- kicked off it- and shot onto the railing of the fire escape. She trotted up the steps to the room she wanted to be at to find Sketchy in his bed passed out. Max pulled out her lock picks and used them to get the window unlocked before opening it and slipping into the room.

Instinctively she crept silently toward the bed, then froze as Sketchy turned and chapped his lips, 'Maxie,' he said.

Max eyes shot open in shock!

'Maxie do it faster, yeah suck'at cock,' Sketchy slurred in his sleep, drooling onto his pillow.

'Ergh,' Max scowled, the prick was having a wet dream about her.

Able to see clearly in the dark with her enhanced vision Max could see the bulge in Sketchy's loose jeans along with evidence of some nocturnal emission. A breathing picked up as she felt her body grow warmer yet again, and that in effect sealed her fate. The next action was dictated by her over-eager sex-drive!

She shrugged off her jacket, pulled off her sports bra, and slid off her tight, leather pants. She next pulled down her panties, flinging them aside and crawled up on the bed and over Sketchy's body. 

She held herself above him then kissed him on his lips while he slept, slipping her tongue into his mouth, tasting the dozen beers he had taken in. She bit his lip as she broke the kiss...

'Sketch,' she whispered.

'Huhhmmnn,' he mumbled in his drunken slumber.

'It's,' Max thought, cursing the fact that she didn't know the name, 'it's your kinky girlfriend, I wanna fool around.'

Sketchy's eyes fluttered open, but half asleep and in the darkness of his room he could only see a silhouette of the woman lying on him... 

'Alison? How'd you get in here?'

'Yeah, its Alison,' Max said quickly, 'doesn't matter how, don't you wanna do me?'

The chance to have sex was enough to make Sketchy forget about the oddity of the situation he found himself in. He quickly turned them over so that he was on top of Max and spread her legs open as her fumbled to get his cock out his pants. As he worked he awkwardly opened his side table draw and pulled out a condom.

Max meanwhile, was already panting from her lustful urge to fuck, and was rubbing her clit as she waited for Sketchy to get his dick out for her.

'Hurry,' she whispered, 'I need you so bad.'

This was the final few hours of her heat cycle, the period wherein her abnormal urge for sex was at it's highest; it threatened to eat her alive if she didn't find release.

Sketchy pulled out his stiff dick and was still biting the wrapper off the condom, when Max just grabbed the base o his cock pushed it to her gleaming hole and plunged it inside her aching cunt.

Her body cringed, her muscles tensing; she pulled Sketchy against her breathing harshly as she wrapped her legs around him. Her pussy squeezed his cock, almost sucking it deeper inside her needy body, her tan skin was already covered in a thin sheen of sweat, and her heart was drumming in her chest. 

'Ffffck, Jess, you're so tight tonight,' Sketchy said gritting his teeth, revelling in the feeling of ecstasy of Max's warm wet vagina clasping his hard cock.

'Fuck me,' Max whimpered, 'fuck me now, fuckmefuckmefuckme.'

Sketchy put his weight on her and started moving his cock inside her pussy, sliding it in and out of that tight, wet hole of hers. He went slow enjoying the rapturous feel of it, the unbelievable sensation of having her drenched pink walls hugging his cock so perfectly, the bliss of pushing deep into her searing depths and nudging her cervix only to pull out and do it again- unbelievable!

Max held onto him, loving the feeling of a male body pressed up against her heated flesh, not caring whose it was; all that mattered was that she needed this so badly. That the cock slipping in and out of her yearning cunt was the tool needed to bring her relief. So she pushed her waist into him, mimicking his movements, angling her firm body just right for him to thrust and hit all the right spots.

'Yeess,' she moaned, taking his cock deeper, allowing Sketchy to fuck her in the way he always dreamed of even if he didn't know it was her.

'Ohh.. God!' Sketchy groaned, Alison was so goddamn tight he thought, he didn't remember her being this tight.

He started picking it up, the slapping of their bodies now filling the room. Max's breathing increased, this was it, his cock was filling her, pumping in and out of her slick pussy, 'harder,' she whined. And harder he went driving his dick into her with unveiled fervour.

'Ooh, oh yeah.. Fck!' Max moaned, her voice husky, her half-lidded eyes filled with lust.

She held onto Sketchy, her tits squashed against his chest as they fucked in steamy, lust filled passion.

'Yeah, baby, why don't you c-ah, come up and ride this cock,' Sketchy said into her ear.

Max smiled at this kinky side of her friend, 'get up.'

Sketchy pulled his cock out of her clammy cunt and lied down on the bed trying to feel for whom he didn't know to be Max in the dark. Max on the other hand saw clearly and straddled him with her back to his face. She took his hairy cock then gently parted her pussy-lips as she slid him back inside her, taking him all the way in.

Sketchy clutched her waist, and she rested her hands on his legs. She gyrated her waist in small circles, rolling her hips back and forth moving his pulsing cock around in her sex as she sat on him in the reversed cowgirl position. 

Taking a breath she balanced herself and started thrusting up and down bouncing on his cock. She immediately found a tempo and set a rhythm as she thrust up and down taking Sketchy's cock repeatedly. She began panting, her face contorted in pleasure, strands of her long, brown hair sticking to her sweaty brow. The wet squelching emanated from their genitals plopping into each other as they fucked, Max taking Sketchy's hard dick and meaning it.




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She was so goddamn wet, so fucking horny, she bucked and squirmed, and writhed as she felt that cock piston in and out of her pussy. Shit it felt so good she thought, so fucking good; more, she wanted more. Her body craved it, needed it; and she listened, taking that cock over and over and deeper and harder!

Sketchy gave out a throaty growl feeling her wetness spill on his balls. She was incredible bouncing on his lap. His cock was so hard, it was so warm inside her enveloping cunt.

Max mashed her tits together as she thrust up and down, every fibre of her being was now tingling with-

'Oh shit,' she yelped as Sketchy pushed her off and she fell on all fours. 

He got behind her and gave her ass a hard slap, making her flinch in surprise before slipping his cock back inside her slippery twat and immediately slamming into her body.

'Ogodogodogod!' Max whined with Sketchy driving roughly in and out of her from behind, the new position giving him more depth. 

He pushed in all the way, his ball sack hitting her clit then slid out to his knob before slamming in again, doing it at a hard and fast pace.

Max could barely grunt as Sketchy fucked her hard. She just enjoyed his cock sliding in and out of her, filling her so perfectly, so, so perfectly! 

She pulled her waist forward letting him slide out of her, then urgently turned around and gripped his cock. She spat on it then sucked it, bobbing her head roughly, tasting herself on him. After that she quickly pushed him down and got on him, plunging her body down on his dick.

'Fuck it!' she growled as she rode his cock roughly, 'fuck that pussy. Fuck the shit out of it!'

Her raw animalism took over, and she slammed her waist on his cock rapidly. She clenched her buttocks, her ass moving at a blurring speed as she slapped it up and down.

'You like that you bitch, you like that pussy!' she spat, then went down and kissed him roughly, plunging her tongue in his mouth.

Sketchy's eyes snapped shut and he groaned, this was like something out of his porn collection! 

Harder and harder Max went! She took Sketchy's hand to her clitoris, 'make me cum, fucking make me cum!'

Sketchy rubbed the little nub of flesh as Max continued to bounce up and down. She grew wetter and warmer, her pussy now dripping its flow on his cock.

The feeling that began in her stomach spread and filled her body, and Max basked in it. She slowed down and swallowed Sketchy's cock balls-deep then rotated her waist. Her breathing was raspy as she slid up and down half his length watching his eyes flutter; feeling him throb with urgent need inside her.

It happened simultaneously: Max shot into raking spasms and Sketchy twitched. She groaned as her body shook violently and he growled as his load exploded inside her!

Max could barely think as her orgasm washed over her, her sopping cunt milking the warm cum bursting into her womb. Awkwardly she thrust up and down as the endorphins filled her and she just let herself be overwhelmed...

Sweaty and sated, reality reared its ugly head, and Max found herself actually sitting there with Sketchy's slackened cock inside her...

'Dear God,' she whimpered, realising what she had just done! 'Shit...'

She got off him, cringing as she felt his slick cock slip out of her pussy. What had she done? Her only hope was that he was so drunk that he really believed she was Alison. She made a move to get out of his bed and get her clothes so that she could make her exit-

'Hummnnn, 'I always knew you wanted me Maxie.' 

Max's eyes shot open and she froze with one foot out of his bed, her heart pounding as Sketchy began to snore beside her once again. If he remembered this at work life was really going to be a little bit more unbearable for her; she got nauseas just thinking about it...

...Fucking heat!

***

Max (X5-452): Jessica Alba

Logan Cale: Michael Weatherly

Alec (X5-494): Jensen Ackles

Ames White: Martin Cummins

Original Cindy:Valerie Rae Miller

Sketchy:Richard Gunn

Guests

Flinch:Jay Baruchel

Sway (X7-005):WWE's Randy Ortin

Jondy (X5-210):Yvonne Strahovski

Johan Voster:Arnold Vosloo

Prof. Henry Twala:Djimon Hounsou

END

* Hope you enjoyed it- INYOTEF ;) *



Dark Angel: Nark



Max wasn't done, in fact she hadn't even got started yet; she popped her jean button open and slid the skin tight denim down her shapely legs, revealing a pair of simple, white cotton panties. Kicking off her boots, she sauntered over to Flinch where he sat and took his hands in hers; gesturing him off the chair...

She walked backward guiding him into her bedroom where she fell down on her back onto her bed. Max next slipped her hands into the waistband of her panties and flicked them off, tossing them across the room. She seductively raised her legs in the air, keeping them closed and rubbing her calve against her shin.

'Whatta you waiting for?' she asked Flinch with a pout, 'take your clothes off now!'

Flinch may have been inexperienced and delirious, but he was still male; and it didn't take long for him to strip down to his birthday suite. Max gave him a once over; he definitely wasn't like the ripped men she usually went for...

The poor boy was barely skin and bones. Still, she was far too aroused to rethink things.

She dropped and spread her lean legs putting her most private of parts on display for the sex-dazed teen. Flinch thought he'd pass out as he laid eyes on the female genitalia for the first time, and Max's was the most delectable sample; a clean shaven, thin padded slit, slightly puffed and glistening with her oily secretions that moistened her soft brownish lips, her engorged clitoris just peeking from beneath its hood.

Max slowly ran her dainty fingers over the velvety folds of her labia, just dipping her middle finger in before circling it around her clit, 'so, we gonna do this or what?' she asked Flinch, whimpering slightly as her eyes rested on his rigid protruding penis.

She again stretched out her legs and then gripped him with them around his waist, pulling him on top of her. He managed to catch himself, his face cushioned in her soft cleavage; his throbbing dick pressed against her warm mound. He chocked when she reached down and firmly gripped his manhood and guided him down to her vaginal entrance, resting his tip against it.

'Try and relax, its painfully obvious this is your first time, so we'll just take it slow, kay,' she smiled warmly, 'so let's just get this thing-'

'Hahh,' there we go,' she groaned as his cock slid inside her sopping cunt.

'Kay, now push in to me nice and easy,' Max breathed, Oh' yeah, ahh, like that,' she squirmed as he followed her instructions.

His cock pulsed as it slid into her, her vaginal walls hugging and clasping around it, her muscles stretching to allow more depth. When he was halfway in she gave a little squeeze with her cunt making his groan out loud.

'Keep pushing, go all the way,' Max whimpered as she rode her legs up his waist and gripped him with her inner-thighs. He did just that fighting the resistance of her tight pussy and forcing his length down her hot, wet, passage. Sure he was a virgin, yet he groaned as her snug pussy hugged and clenched around his penis, and he couldn't imagine how other women could be this damn tight as he filled her slippery cannel inch by inch.

Finally he bottomed out and was balls-deep inside her, pushing up against her groin to groin. God, he couldn't think clearly, she felt incredible inside, so warm and moist, it made his entire body shake. He opened his eyes and looked down at her. Her eyes were shut and she was clenching her jaw, her hands fondling her supple tits in urgent need, pinching her erect nipples. He was trying to think what to do next, trying to get his mind and body working in unison.

Max opened her eyes and looked at Flinch, wanting him to get on with it. He was holding himself over her, his cock pulsing, berried deep inside her pussy, his eyes were all the way in the back of his skull, and his eyelids were fluttering involuntarily. Max took charge and rolled them both over, his cock slipping inside her from the movement but staying in her. Now on top, Max rolled her hips just once allowing his cock to piston in and out of her warm sex.

She sat up and slowly started to ride him, spreading her fingers over his flat chest and bucking her pelvis back and forth. Her breathing picked up as she ground her hips over him, savouring the feeling of him twitching inside her. She thought he would have lost it already and exploded but he held his own though he still looked like he was going into shock. Knowing this pace wouldn't even begin to satisfy her, Max braced herself and started bouncing on his cock thrusting her waist up and down. Flinch snapped his eyes shut when Max picked up the pace and started going for it, really fucking him, his toes curled as her buttocks slapped on his lap audibly, her slick, slippery pussy squelching up and down waxing his dick persistently. Not knowing what to do with his hands he gripped her waist as she rode him. He watched her magnificent breasts jiggle wildly as she bounced up and down, the exertion quickly causing a layer of sweat to kiss her tanned body.

Max fell forward and caught herself with her hands, gripping the blanket of her bed yet still keeping stride and riding his hard cock roughly; her breasts swaying inches from his gaping mouth. His pulses grew stronger, and she knew he wouldn't last much longer; hell he held out longer than she had expected. Suddenly on the bucking up swift of her hips his cock inadvertently slipped out of her pussy brushing over her drenched nether-lips, and as it did he blew; thick, sticky white ropes of cum splashing on her pussy and smearing over her buttocks.

Max stopped dead in her tracks hovering over Flinch on all fours, looking down at him as he gasped for air.

'Shh- shit I'm sorry... I-' he trailed off, wanting to apologise for the premature ejaculation.

'Relax,' Max sighed, getting over the initial disappointment of him barely lasting a minute, 'it was your first time. I wasn't expecting you to run a marathon.'

She sat up and reached for a role of toilet paper on the side of her bed, using it to clean herself up. Flinch sat up next her wanting to shoot out of the room, but she stopped him and pushed him back down.

'Not so fast sparky,' you don't get off that easy.'

Flinch looked at her confused.

'You gotta know I still need a service,' she winked, 'so now that your tank is empty you can pump longer.' 

Flinch got the message and started stroking his semi-erect cock trying to get it hard again. Max eyed him impatiently as the flapping sound filled the room. She sat up and pushed him on his back then gripped his dick and pumped it briskly then absolutely took his breath away, going down and taking him into her mouth.

'Oh god,' Flinch choked as he watched Max lovingly caress the length of his erect penis and bob her head up and down, feeling the warmth of her mouth and her tongue lashing against his manhood.

He grit his teeth as Max sucked him off expertly, her wet mouth almost as good as her pussy. She stroked him in time with her noisy sucking, gliding her plump lips up and down his length till he was throbbing and fully erect again.

Max slurped him out of her mouth and lay down on her side. Flinch inwardly groaned as he looked at her back then down at her bubble butte and finally at her little pussy peeking between her legs; it wasn't right for a woman to be this insanely beautiful. A little more confident after losing his virginity he slid behind and spooned her then took his cock and lined it up with her quim.

Max smiled. 'that's more like it,' she giggled.

Flinch pushed against her slit but missed his mark, his cock sliding over her cunt instead. He lift her leg slightly and this time prodded her hole then glided into her vagina again slowly. Not quite sure how to proceed he decided to copy Max and just started hammering into her as fast as he could. There was no technique to his method, just erratic thrusts as he pumped her vagina fucking her with useful abandonment.

Max started bucking into him trying set the rhythm attempting to teach him how to have good sex. She rotated her waist letting his cock tease her girth trying to get some sensation going, then pushed against him again. But it seemed he was intent on just stimulating his dick till he blew.

'Stop!' she cried out frustrated. Then pulled forward so that his cock slid out of her vagina.

'Wha-what'd I do!?' Flinch asked breathing rapidly, genuinely bemused.

Max looked at his innocent face and fought back her frustration.

'Look, stop trying to rush it okay, just go with it, feel you way through,' she explained as she pulled him on top of her, lying on her back.

She took his penis and slid it back inside herself, 'start slowly.'

Flinch took her advice and eased out of her then started giving her half his length, sliding it in and out of her luscious cunt. Feeling a tingle, Max's eyelids fluttered and her legs rode up his waist. She started bucking her hips again as he worked her sex, her body beginning to liven and quiver.

'That's good, now go deeper,' she whispered, pulling him into a hug.

Flinch shut his eyes and began driving further into her with every thrust, pushing his cock into her spongy depths, feeling her cunt squeezing and gripping his organ. He started to shudder as a warm feeing enveloped him and his body was set alight. Beneath him Max finally started losing herself in pleasure enjoying the way he made her body rock as he gave her his full length with every thrust. The warmth from her vagina began to spread and slowly tickled her as it ran up her spine, it felt so good.

'Can you try and go faster now?' she asked hopefully.

Wanting a little more stimulation himself, Flinch started heaving into her a bit faster pumping her soft, tight, pussy and loving it.

'Yess, like that, ahh' do it to me like that, gimme that cock,' Max grunted as every thrust now had her heart racing. If he'd just keep giving it to her like this she'd finally cum.

Flinch's mind went numb as he pumped, his toes curling, his balls tingling. Max's pussy quivered and squelched as she met his thrusts arching her genetically perfected body against him. She rubbed and fondled her clit now rasping in short breaths as Flinch- now lost in lust- sucked and nibbled on her dark nipple.

Not able to take anymore Flinch groaned and let rip erratically; his balls aching as he shot his load in her. Her pussy clenched rigidly around his cock as it milked the sticky, thick, syrupy ropes. Max bit into the crook of his neck as she felt him ejaculate deep inside her, clenching her buttocks and shuddering; but she was denied her own orgasm by just a few moments. She opened her eyes when he was spent looking up at the flaking ceiling of her bedroom, allowing him to revel in the sensation of euphoria that undoubtedly coursed through his body. She knew that her heat would be worse than ever after this...

...Hell, maybe once he had rested she'd let him fuck her again.

*

Max (X5-452): Jessica Alba

Ames White: Martin Cummins

Guests

Flinch:Jay Baruchel

Sway (X7-005): WWE's Randy Ortin