Zoeys Quick Romance:
On the well lit steel cleaning table, in the ready room, that the girls used to service their scuba equipment. There were a half dozen, shortened prods, and a large beef roast. Mai Mai waited till all the girls could hear. Then she picked up one of the prods. It appeared to be quite heavy, by the way she hefted it. "This is called an 'injector'. You will use it to kill our enemies" Here Mai Mai stopped for a big grin, and displayed her tiny perfect teeth. The thing did not appeal to Zoey, at all. The 'injector' device was a clever contraption designed specifically for underwater combat. It looked home-made, and dirty. Both things, calling cards of Igor, Zoey thought. Da Meng or Igor as Zoey called him, was a huge lumbering hunchback, too short of leg and too long of arm. He was the on-site Spectre engineer though, so he must know his stuff. Perhaps the hyper-creep had made these things himself, in a dark dirty nest, somewhere in the engineering spaces of their support facility. Zoey could easily picture the greasy engineer in a dark place somewhere, hunched over one of these things mumbling. Probably stared at it with the same intense googly eyed squint he watched Zoey with, making her skin crawl, and scaring the ginger tiger deeper within itself. Zoey was sure Igor preferred his secret lair walls to drip with dankness, illuminated by a single yellow light bulb, swinging on the end of a long ratty wire. Zoey couldn't picture Igor any other way. He must have a place like that he sneaked off to, when he wasn't hovering near the girls quarters looking for something to reapair, hopefully, for Igor, something inside the girls private area - The creep. Now Mai Mai was explaining the thing. Zoey listened in to be in the know, but she resolved to never use an injector. Or even touch one.
Igor - Ewwwwwwww.
In a neutral tone, Mai Mai, their go-to-girl in all things underwater combat, described the principle of the device. The injector was to be used to poke an opponent during a underwater fight. It was an 18" long kill stick. Crushingly simple in operation. "No skill - All kill" chirped Mai Mai cheerily. The injector was a hard black plastic handle on a short pole - the friendly end. A smallish, elongated steel pressure cylinder ending in a circular actuator ring that circled a scary 2" long needle emerging from the center of its diameter - The business end. When you poked someone with an injector the needle pushed into their body up to its 2 inches followed by the actuator which would be depressed and fire a CO2 charge into the hapless victim's internal parts. The needle that directed this killing charge was not a thin needle like one would see at the doctors. That needle a thing of healing. This needle was a thing of death. It was a massive, thick tube as big around as a pencil. The extreme needle end was cut off at a steep angle to make it sharp. Of course it was ugly. Regarding the prod with distaste, Zoey resolved to stick to her trusty speargun. Mai Mai now concluded her explanation and brandished an injector. She demonstrated the device the the same way she did everything: fiendishly. " I will demonstrate!" The instructor took two steps to her right, and stood directly behind the Beef roast, a large moist, 25 pounder, well marbled. Her Chinese eyes twinkling, Mai Mai carefully inserted the injectors needle, into the left side of the meat. The needle was in, now Mai Mai paused for effect before gently sliding the rest of the needle home. Zoey was ready for it, but even so. She wasn't. As the actuator ring touched the meat, 'cha PAAAFFFFFFFF'! Startling everyone, sudden screeching blast of CO2 shrieked. The large roast seemed to swell for a split second and then and a misty wet cloud of shredded meat sailed in a neat line across the room from the far side of the roast where Mai Mai had inserted the injector, Spattering the girls in that direction with shredded beef, and underdone au jus. The largest of the hunks sailed off the table and rolled into the corner, shredded and abused. The Spectre women all as one flinched. Mai Mai was spattered on the front of her catsuit. She laughed "It really works well, hmn? injectors will be issued based on need. be prepared. That is all."
Zoey finished her guard duty shift on the luxuriously verdant top of their hollowed out island. She liked guard duty when it was up there. It was tropical and hot, but the constant ocean breeze was very agreeable. It was closer to being on a tropical holiday than guard duty, standing up there scanning the sea and skies from the shade of the trees. The ocean breeze warmly caressed her skin. Unhindered by the tiny bikini the women had been instructed to wear while on guard duty. With her stubby AKS-74U held tightly across the skin of her freckled flat belly Zoey pondered the reason for this. Perhaps if anyone attacked they would be stunned when confronted by a hard-bodied beauty in a tiny bikini, perhaps long enough for Zoey to get off the first shot. It was a working theory, and it had a few holes, but none of the other girls had any better ideas. The bikini was working for Zoey and it was great to wear while up top, Unlike a shift in the humid diving airlock room, with that creepy Igor sniffing around. Regardless, the fresh air really picked Zoey up. She felt great. Now that her shift at guard duty was over , Zoey headed back to the barracks room. Riding down from the top on the stainless steel elevator, Zoey supplied the music conspicuously missing from all Spectre elevators; "Our house. De doo dee doo, in the middle of our street. Our house its.." The doors smoothly swung open and the doctor stood there in the doorway, surprising Zoey with his quick rakish grin. When he saw her there in her bikini, Zoey was sure the doctor blushed, and then smiled in a boyish way. Her bikini theory was holding more and more water, Zoey though happily to herself. Zoey at this time also, decided that doctor Kraus was the only man in the entire facility that regularly brushed his teeth. She was pleased to see him there, and quickly stepped out so he could get on the now vacant elevator. Her target acquired. Zoey turned it on. She knew the guard duty bikini showed off her figure in an unprecedented way. She stepped widely, and stood, black boots far apart, arched her back slightly to aim her breasts at her target. Lastly the main hook was set. Zoey smiled her huge white infectious smile and flashed her remarkable steel-blue eyes. Oh yeah, the flounce, I almost forgot, Zoey thought to herself, and fired off a text-book hair flounce, her shoulder length ginger hair whirled and bounced back into position, as she nonchalantly tossed it, on purpose. Doctor Kraus stood speechless for a few seconds and then said; "uhhhh oh yes, D769, uhh Miss Chester?" he asked in his precise German accent. "D769 reporting" Zoey joked. "I need to see in you my office for a quick and routine, uh, check." "Sure", replied Zoey sweetly, teeth still beaming. Bogus, she thought to herself laughingly. Like most Germans the doctor was not a good liar, but he was handsome, in a craggy way, and he was sweet. Zoey had high standards for men, and these two characteristics were absolute minimum requirements before she would consider an actual for-real sexual liaison. Which is what Zoey really, really hoped this actually was. Zoey guessed he was a little old for her 20 years. Maybe he was 40 or so, but what the heck. Besides she had been growing jaded with the Wen sister's nightly antics.
Zoey and the doctor quickly strode together through the dark rocky tunnels to the infirmary, both hoping desperately that no-one would see them and interrupt, though for different reasons. Zoey was sure she saw Captain Creepizor - Igor, following them like a greasy BO shadow. He was sneaky one though, Zoey couldn't be sure. She was with the doctor anyway. Doctor Kraus would put the sneak to flight, if he followed too close - Zoey was sure. At last. They made it. Breathlessly the good doctor led Zoey into his examination room in a whirl. Zoey followed closely, hips swinging, her tiny bikini straining across her crotch and breasts with every step. Her black leather boots clacking quickly on the cold stone floor. The doctor did it quickly but Zoey still saw him jab the lock activator, locking them both in. Now he breathed a big sigh of relief. Zoey laughed under her breath at his obviousness. Sneaking just didn't suit him. Now, straightening his hair he turned stiffly, all business. "Well yes" I have orders to inspect members of the WCD (Women's Combat Divers) group randomly. "For what?" Zoey asked, dropping her soviet weapon on the floor where she stood and stepping over interestedly. Dr. Kraus was struck like a deer in the headlights before the strikingly beautiful Zoey, he was out of bullshit, and had no idea how to proceed next, after having got this far on pure good luck. She stood before him almost laughing. He gave up and just took her in: Her beautiful face: large smile Blue eyes, striking red hair. Her figure demanded no less attention. After many months of grueling physical training. Zoey possessed a body few other women could ever hope to attain. She was a small woman at 5'2" and her body was sculpted and hard edged. She was a paragon of female physical beauty and fitness. Dr. Kraus being an expert in bodies, himself, had noticed this also. Zoey was exactly the type he was looking for. But he didn't want to botch it now, having got this close to his requirements. He had bit off more than he could chew.
Unwilling to play the game anymore Zoey stepped forward quickly, one black boot between and through the doctors legs, the other drew around the outside and she pushed her barely covered vagina against his Spectre jumpsuited manhood. Zoey was pleased to note that the Dr. was already sporting a rock hard raging hard-on. I should hope so, Zoey thought. She was also pleased to note that Mr. Woody down there, seemed exceptionally large. She kissed him suddenly and he returned it, wet tongues dualling. Zoey pulled away, conscious of what would happen when she didn't return to barrack soon. "There's no time to waste on kissing" Zoey hissed in his ear and began to undo his jumpsuit. 25 seconds later, Poof there he was, butt-naked. Now it was Zoey's turn for appraisal. The Doctor had the body of a soldier, strong and ropey. There were numerous white scars all over his body. Odd. Perhaps he had been in the service previously. Zoey went to undo her bikini, but the doctor stayed her hand with steel fingers. "I like it" he whispered, a hard edge in his eyes as her took in Zoey again. "And leave the boots. on." Zoey wanted to do it on the doctor's desk. She had planned on taking delight in sending papers flying and had a few positions in mind already, but the doctor wouldn't have it. He pleaded for the examination table. Not a sexy place in Zoey's book, but everyone had their 'thing'. Zoey boldly strode to the table and leapt on like a cat. She rolled sinuously onto her back, and arched ,breasts out, legs open. "Please Mr. Missionary Sir" she joked. The doctor was locked on target and had little attention left over for such niceties as humor. Eyes hard and serious he leapt on top of Zoey's soft and inviting femininity. Zoey reached down to grab his man hood and check it out. She had planned on warming up with a little you kiss mine and I'll kiss yours, but that was not in the doctor's schedule. Before she could reach his cock, the doctor - with surgeon like precision flipped Zoey's thin flexible bikini bottom over to the side, off her vagina. The tight fabric snapped loudly. In a heartbeat he smeared a foul smelling thick slippery paste directly on the growling ginger tiger, and slammed his huge cock home, through the greasy wad into Zoey's surprised, slimed, cunt, in one violent, powerful blow. Winded and wide-eyed, Zoey was shocked by the ferocity. "Pleased......... to.....engh.... meet ....enghh.....you........ too" grunted Zoey as the doctor cycled his cock with fearsome driving power, waiting for nothing. 'Captain romance has arrived', thought Zoey to herself. 'No no Captain romance, no need for flowers' she chuckled to herself. But the Doctor was not joking. His applied force centered directly on her vagina pounded Zoeys entire body. Her head slammed into the medi-bed's headboard with every piston stroke. 'Whoa!' though Zoey, 'not so shy now'. 'This guy is shockingly strong, and he likes it rough, apparently. This is going to be our last date.' thought Zoey, and clasped her eyes shut, while her body endured the rhythmic and violent attention. Rough was not Zoey's preferred mode of intercourse, but it was obvious she would be going nowhere at the moment, she was pinned in a vice-grip. Zoey had to to ride the storm. When in Rome....
No snuggling, no caressing, the doctor had transformed into a silent fucking machine. It must be the German in him Zoey thought. He held himself up and stared at Zoey's breasts coldly while he worked. Zoey's tight, powerful ginger vagina was absorbing a fearsome punishment, but she resolved to match the doctor, with her own intensity, regardless of the doctor's lack of bedtop manner. After a few long moments, his relentless piston style of fucking convinced the ginger tiger, and Zoey felt the first stirrings of impending orgasm, slamming headboard or not. The moment approached rapidly, Zoeys vagina began to grip the doctors cock experimentally, looking for a good purchase. He felt it too, because he spoke for the first time in a thin strained voice, "Yessssss"! Zoey felt the familiar electric ripple arrive in her loins and she felt nothing else as it built up steadily. Zoey's vagina fluttered, and Zoey arched her back mightily, pushing her perfect hard breasts skyward. 'Maybe this guy isn't so bad after all', as her battered vagina suddenly throttled up to maximum output power. "eeerrrmm, I am almost there!" Zoey wailed. Zoey's orgasm hit her like a freight train. Her cunt gripped the doctors's elusive cock with a mighty squeeze, and held him in place. Her back arched even further, and her breasts pushed up convulsively. Still holding the doctor's angry cock in a iron grip, Zoey's body bucked and vibrated, crushing it. "Now!" he hissed fiercely as if in a rage . Deep in the undeniable throughs of release, Zoey felt the doctor flip the bikini off to the side of her straining bucking breast, again with a loud fabric snap, exposing her bulging blushing nipple. "Yes!" she said, eyes tightly shut in passion "grab my tits, for fuck sakes!". Instead of a warm hand, Zoey felt a sharpness directly on her newly exposed nipple. Thrashing in her massive orgasm, Zoey opened her eyes just in time to see; 4 inches from her face, the doctor expertly insert the massive dirty steel needle tip of a charged CO2 scuba combat 'injector' device directly into the nipple of her firm heaving left breast, carefully lest he damage her smooth skin. ' Igor's creation!' 'NO!' thought zoey a cry. It hurt immensely. "RRAAAAAH!" She cried in frustration and pain. The razor sharp tip successfully inserted, the doctor finished the deed in one movement - urgently slamming the ugly device down painfully into her breast, right in front of Zoey's disbelieving eyes. Zoey now knew why this handsome doctor was working in a Spectre hide-out. "WHAT ARE YOU D-ERRNNNGHhhh!" The actuator ring pressed cold steel, circling all around Zoey's warm soft nipple and in the quickest instant, blasted the high pressure CO2 charge directly into Zoey's small and nubile torso with a startling PAAFFFFFTt!!! Like a huge over-shaken soda can being pierced with a spike. Zoey was instantly dead, before she could finish her thought. Her small, feminine body animated by the powerful pressurized CO2 charge - lurched mightily only once - blasting a powerful surge of her pent-up feminine fluid out, jetting out and around Dr. Kraus's surprised dick. Now Zoey's vagina slowly released its crushing grip for the last time and her dead body flopped flopped back down on the table, a dead weight. Zoey's slack face stared accusingly at the ceiling. Her beautiful blue eyes already losing their sparkle. A thick rivulet of dark red blood rolled out of her nose and continued down her cheek until lost in the thick ginger hair under her head. In only two seconds Zoey went from the blinding pleasure of a massive orgasm to stone cold dead. The doctor noted all this but only redoubled his efforts at Zoey's now loose uncaring vagina. After her instant death the doctor's organ oddly came alive, and he lasted for no more than 5 seconds after her body stilled. Zoey's body now lurching loosely in time to the offending driving cock, Dr. Kraus grunted quietly and face red, launched his own pent-up load of thick sperm deep into the depths of Zoey's useless dead vagina. Her vagina rapidly filled up with his newly added fluid and blew back spraying semen back on his quivering balls and left a long jet on the table. He imagined the legions of his sperms swimming around in Zoey, becoming angry when they realized they had been sent on yet another wild goose chase. The doctor regarded Zoey's beautiful figure with relief. The difficult and demanding conditions met, and his odd satisfaction achieved, the doctor, rolled off of Zoey's magnificent but dead body. As he did Zoeys vagina fulfilled its last duty and discharged a long pouring gush of dark yellow urine. "You should have drank more water", he said to her body. Then regarded her for a long moment. Taking in her beauty. Face staring up with a strange dissatisfied look, Zoey lay on the examination table on her back, her arms close-in to her sides palms up, fingers loose. Her tight hard-body stretched in a pool of her own blood, urine, feminine fluid and the good Doctors sperm. Her body was frozen in exactly the position it had been in while Zoey was still alive and busy, under the doctor, her toned back still arched as it had been in orgasm. The thin bikini strap, still pulled to the side, stretched tightly around her exposed left breast, bruised purple from the internal damage. There was the small red hole in her nipple, a thread of drying blood trailing from it. Her legs were wide apart revealing her punished, wet womanhood, moments ago the site of much furious activity. Now it was cold and inactive. Zoeys small triangular 'vee' of red pubic hair was smeared with with the thick black automotive axle grease lubricant Dr. Krause loved to use, just to be a bastard. Lower down, as he watched, a large dollop of his own thick milky cum oozed out of Zoey's silent vagina.' I guess it figured out there's nothing to do in there', the doctor said to himself. Thinking about it, he stepped close to Zoey and put his palm on her flat lower belly. The Doctor pushed down hard, straining. Zoeys dead body arched a bit more. There was a squelching sound and a thick blob of cum squeezed out of her wronged axel-greased vagina, like cold white lava, accompanied by a foul urine stench. "Come out! the party is over my lovely spermies" he said, holding his nose. Then the doctor stepped over and wiped himself off with Zoey's silky ginger hair. "Do you mind my darlingk?" he said to her uncaring face. Not waiting for an answer Dr. Kraus carefully removed the axle grease and cum from his dick with her gleaming ginger hair. Then he slapped his dick across Zoey's unblinking face for good measure and said "thank you , you've been most helpfull, my dear." "Oh I almost forgot". Buck naked, The doctor rummaged around in a drawer until he found a fat grease pencil. Then, back to Zoey, leaned forward kissed her on the navel and quickly wrote: 'clean axel grease first - rash danger" on her flat muscular belly, and drew a line from the precautionary text down to Zoey's expired vagina. ending the line in a neat arrowhead pointing straight at it. Zoey would have been stunned with horror if she would have guessed that, she was going to end up like this: dead on a table, her internal organs destroyed by an injector and a cunt full of automotive axel grease and cum. This was the farthest thing ever, from the quick romantic sex she had eagerly hoped for.
Now the conscientious Doctor Put on his Spectre jump suit and unlocked the Door. Da Meng, the one Zoey referred to as 'Igor' on account of his grotesque appearance, was waiting there eagerly. "Now my part of the deal." he said "Yes. fair is fair said the relaxed doctor. Take her, and have fun. She was magnificently strong"
Making love to dead girls was the doctor's thing, he was not at all a nice man. Da Meng thought it a interesting pastime as well. Spectre tolerated them as long as he kept it discrete and didn't kill more than one girl per induction. Da Meng greedily eyed Zoey's loose hanging greased and cummed red hair. He had never had a western woman and he was very eager to try Zoey out. He read the note written on Zoey's belly, and snorted. Axel grease wasn't going to slow him down. Da Meng shouldered Zoey's loose but still beautiful body over his massive shoulder, and slapped her firm ass - hard. "Good!" he said to the doctor. It was exactly the very very last thing Zoey would have wanted. Zoey's beautiful body hanging on his hideous shoulder, Da Meng put one huge dirty yellow bent hand on Zoey's white sculpted feminine ass - and gripped. Smooth rounded and perfect, Zoey's bum was almost entirely covered with the ugly gripping paw. Her pretty face slackly stared at the floor, mouth open as if in protest: anything but this. Unmindful of the various fluids that dripped from her onto his Spectre jumpsuit, Da Meng lumbered off, It was already a greasy mess anyway.