Babes in Spyland
By Autolycus, maynlinz@earthlink.net
Two genetically altered women battle with both their minds and bodies.


This is a work of fiction. Any similarity to real persons is only a figment of
your imaginations. Let's face it, we all wish these babes were real! Anyway,
they're not, so go take a nice cold shower.

BABES IN SPYLAND

(c) 1997 Autolycus

Here's the deal: This is the story of a genetically altered female who is not
only a perfect physical specimen, but also has psychic abilities. She was
created by the US government to be the ultimate espionage agent, although her
creator/father, the late Dr. Smitrovich didn't know that at the time. She was
seized by an ultra-secret anti-terrorist government agency, the Aegis Group,
and (ultimately, but against her will) trained in martial arts and other forms
of combat, although she refuses to kill anybody, which drives the head of the
AG, General Armitage Winsome, absolutely nuts. By the way, her name is Jessica
Chance and this is her first meeting with a psychotic, sociopathic, homicidal
maniac named Melanie Chaos.

The base appears to be deserted. Light from the waning moon reflects off the
muddy puddles and ramshackle structures of the abandoned training facility as
a lone figure makes its way cautiously through a narrow gap in the collapsing
chain-link fence. The figure is dressed completely in black, but the outfit
hugs the body so tightly that it's obvious the intruder is a woman. The
prominent chest, with cone-like breasts threatening to tear through the
fabric, and the slim, but not quite delicate, waist are ample proof of that.
As soon as she is on the grounds of the former base, she freezes, listening
intently with her ears, and with another sense that other humans lack, for any
sign that she is not alone. Satisfied, she breaks into a brisk trot, her
magnificent breasts swaying rhythmically to her footsteps, toward the
abandoned building that, according to the map she'd procured from General
Winsome's private safe, once served as the facility's headquarters.

She is not sure what she actually expects to find here. Ideally, some proof
that the General was using this base to train the terrorists that had caused
the destruction throughout the country, forcing President Hemdale to sign the
Executive Order that not only ensured the continuation of the Aegis Group, but
gave them carte blanche to use whatever means they deemed necessary to not
only combat terrorism worldwide, but particularly in the continental US; and
also allowed them to seize her away from the Project Angel team and force her
to work for the General.

Reaching the building, she pauses, listening once more with both her ears and
that other sense for some signal that she is not alone, and then slowly pushes
open the metal door and enters the main reception area.

The tile floor is caked with dust and cobwebs hang like torn shrouds from
every corner of the ceiling as she makes her way down the hall, toward the
office that once served as the Commanding Officer's. She walks without
hesitation, the map from the General's safe branded into her enhanced memory.

She stops. The door to the CO's office is open, and lit. She strains with that
other sense, but can detect no other presence. Puzzled, she approaches the
open door and peers inside and gasps in astonishment and disbelief.

Seated on the desk, curvaceous legs crossed beneath her, is a woman with long,
black hair and eyes that glint like polished coal. She is wearing an outfit of
red leather: A mini skirt, with a "rape me" slit going all the way up to the
thin white belt hanging jauntily on her slim waist, and a matching red leather
brassiere, which just barely contains her 38DD's, and vest. Boots, also of red
leather, hug her legs up to mid-thigh. While muscular, she has the well-toned
body of a dancer, as opposed to the high-definition one of a body-builder,
although her stomach, clearly visible between the bra and skirt, ripples with
muscle.

"Geez, sis," the brunette sighs, exhaling smoke languorously and stubbing out
a cigarette in an already crowded ashtray, "I thought you'd never get here.
What took you so long?"

The woman in black reaches up and removes her hood, allowing hair the color of
a Summer sunset to cascade down and around her shoulders. She fixes intense
green eyes on the other and scowls slightly. "'Sis'?" she inquires. "I have no
sisters." She begins to slip out of her black suit, revealing her own
well-developed body.

The raven eyes of the brunette glide appreciatively over her form, lingering
on the firm, conical breasts, and noting with satisfaction that her own are
the larger of the pair. "Well, not technically, perhaps," she concedes.
"Sisters in spirit, though."

Jessica is now wearing only a one-piece thong body suit made of black fishnet.
Her scowl deepens at the brunette's words. "Who are you?" she demands.

"My name isn't really important, just something somebody else gave me, but if
you must know, it's Melanie. Melanie Chaos," she replies, giggling slightly.
"Not as haughty as yours, Jessi dear, but like I said, I didn't choose it."
Melanie cocks her head slightly as Jessica drops into a defensive pose, arms
raised as if expecting an attack. "What are you doing, practicing for a black
belt?"

"I already have a tenth degree black belt in several disciplines, I don't need
to practice," she replies, tensing in anticipation.

"You honestly think I'm going to physically attack you?" Melanie laughs.
"Honey, I don't need to touch you to hurt you."

Jessica is suddenly slammed against the wall of the room, hard. The quickness
of the assault leaves her stunned and gasping for breath as it felt as if a
giant fist drove itself into her solar plexus.

"But I don't want to hurt you, sis. Not yet," the other adds. "First, I want
to have some fun. Daddy, er, the General, rarely lets me have any fun, so I
have to take advantage of this situation."

"General Winsome is your father?" Jessica pants, rising shakily to her feet.

"That's what he tells me. Personally, I don't see much of a resemblance, do
you?"

"Only in your characters," nods the redhead.

"Hmmm? Oh, I see what you mean. Yeah, I suppose we do resemble each other in
that regard," she chuckles. "Daddy tells me you've never killed anyone, that
you refuse, and that you won't have anything to do with guns. Is that true,
sis?"

"It is. Life is precious and guns are immoral. Just how did you come to have
psychic powers? Project Angel was disbanded years ago."

"Well, the project may have been officially disbanded, but let's just say that
others continued on the work of the late Dr. Smitrovich and I am the end
result of their efforts," she proclaims.

Jessica braces herself for another psychic attack, while preparing her own
mind to lash out, if need be. "You can't be more than 19 or 20, two years
younger than I am at the most. Which would mean that you were born before the
General even knew about Project Angel," Jessica points out.

"Oh, I may *look* 19 or 20, but I'm really only five," she giggles, and
Jessica realizes with a start that it is the innocent laughter of a child.
"The Aegis Group has perfected a method of rapidly accelerating the growth
process in prenatal animals and humans. Also of slowing it down postnatally.
I'll look like this for many, many years."

"I would have thought the General would be looking for some way of reversing
the aging process, not accelerating it," Jessica muses.

"Oh, Daddy is working on that, he just isn't having much luck yet," Melanie
confesses. She begins to smile and Jessica suddenly feels something caressing
her whole body at the same time. It is as if hundreds of soft, delicate hands
are touching every inch of her. "What else have you never done, eh, sis?" the
brunette grins, her own hands cupping her breasts and gently massaging them.

Then, Jessica senses a presence entering her, probing, tickling, nibbling at
her clitoris, and, against her will, she finds herself enjoying the sensation.

"Never been fucked either, have you, sis?" demands Melanie. "Never had anyone
inside you physically, or emotionally, have you? You really do think you're
some kind of holier-than-thou angel from Heaven sent to save humans from
themselves, don't you? Fuckin' Daddy was right about you, sis. You are a
virgin, in more ways than one. But," she adds, sliding off the desk and
approaching the redhead, who is quivering helplessly with ecstasy, "that's
about to change." She picks up a large black dildo and slaps it hard against
the palm of her left hand.

Jessica, her tongue lolling from her slack mouth, shakes her head, even as the
hundreds of hands suddenly became thousands, and then millions, invading every
centimeter, every atom, of her it seems.

"Oh, yes, sis. Oh, yes, indeed. Now, turn around," as she says this, Jessica,
not of her own volition, spins around, presenting her beautifully rounded ass,
divided by the thong's "butt-floss," to the brunette. Melanie licks her lips
and thrusts the dildo up and into Jessica's anus, pressing her breasts to the
redhead's back and leaning around and taking the lolling tongue in her mouth,
playfully biting it.

As the dildo pumps up and down inside her, Melanie, releasing her tongue, but
caressing Jessica's ass cheeks with her left hand, whispers:

In the five years since I was born, I've lived more than you have in your
twenty-two, sis. I was raped shortly after my first breath and killed a man on
my second day--The same pig of a technician who raped me the day before. I
have been in training since my first week and have mastered all of the martial
arts. I am also proficient in the use of weapons and can use a Lugar and a
falchion with equal expertise. I've made love--Okay, I admit it, I fucked 'em
or raped 'em; love is for losers--to thousands of men and women (and livestock
and inanimate objects, but who's keeping track?), usually just before I
snuffed 'em. Including, I might add, your precious Dr. Smitrovich. Smitty was
a bit reluctant at first--Guess he really believed all that crap he and the
other Angel Team personnel forced down your throat and into your head--but I
managed to persuade him. He came in my mouth just as I snapped his neck, so I
guess the guy wasn't the saint he wanted to be, after all.

Melanie pauses and removes the dildo, which is slick with blood, and licks it
clean. "Ready for more, sis?" she purrs.

As the dildo slides up and into her vagina this time, Jessica gathers all her
mental energies and focuses them on the object invading her pubic area. The
result is that the dildo flies from her snatch, out of Melanie's surprised
hand, and crashes through the ceiling, possibly going into orbit. The sudden
action causes Melanie to lose her concentration, and, for a moment, the
caressing, probing, inviting, but invading hands stop. In that brief instant,
Jessica is able to throw up a psychic block, preventing Melanie from using the
same maneuver on her again.

"Wha-what did you do?" stammers Melanie as millions of hands suddenly caress
her body.

"I've been using my psychic abilities since long before you were born, 'little
sister,' and I've learned a few tricks. Like this one." She smiles as the
brunette is suddenly flipped upside down. "Ever had sex at zero gravity, Mel?"
Melanie is unable to answer as her whole body, floating in front of Jessica
like some sort of human balloon, begins to writhe in unbelievable ebullience.
"How do you like it?"

"I...love...it...sis!" she gasps out, spinning wildly now like a free-floating
pinwheel. "But..I'm...the...one...in...control...here!"

Melanie suddenly stops spinning and rights herself in the air. She floats
gently to the floor and her black eyes glitter with malice. "You're pathetic,
sis. You've shielded yourself from my psychic assaults, and now I've done the
same to myself--See, I have learned quite a bit in my short life. So, that
brings it to a purely physical contest, after all," she sneers. "Oh, I know
you think you can dominate me in the brute strength department, but I wouldn't
be too sure about that. When I snap your spine and make you my own personal
rag doll, we'll see who has the last laugh here!"

"Foolish child, brute strength has next to nothing to do with it; skill is
what will win this battle," Jessica replies. "And, I have had more time to
hone mine, pure and simple. Surrender now, before you get in over your head,
and I'll do what I can for you."

"FUCK YOU!!! I don't need your fuckin' sympathy, sis! What I need is your
lifeless body in Daddy's office before sunrise!" she spits. "So, stop
pontificating and start dying!"

Melanie leans back, pivoting on the ball of her left foot, and lashes out with
her right foot, but Jessica sidesteps the intended blow and spins around,
bringing her own right heel into Melanie's cheek, and grabs the extended leg
with both hands and twists it savagely, causing the brunette to flip over and
land hard on her back on the cement floor.

But before the redhead can capitalize on her vulnerable position, Melanie
springs to her feet and charges her foe, ramming her head deep into Jessica's
gut and forcing the redhead back against a wall. Her fists pound repeatedly
into Jessica's rock-hard stomach, bringing a sharp intake of breath from the
redhead with every blow. Then, a knee is driven sharply upward and crashes
against the point of Melanie's chin. The brunette would likely have been
knocked once more to her back had Jessica not grabbed the back of the red vest
and held it, as the knee was brought up again and again, catching the woman in
the chest, flattening her breasts and causing her to squeal in pain.

In desperation, Melanie delivers a stunning uppercut to Jessica's crotch,
forcing the redhead to cry out and release her hold on the brunette, who
scrambles away to catch her breath as the redhead rubs her aching pussy. The
two women glare at each other for a moment, both panting from exhaustion,
obviously in pain.

Suddenly, the desk hurtles itself across the room, directly at Jessica, who
barely manages to dive out of its path. Then, one of the chairs likewise
throws itself at her. As she is dodging that, however, a drawer from one of
the abandoned filing cabinets shoots out and slams into her gut, hurling her
back against the wall. As she strains against the drawer, which is forcing the
air from her lungs, Melanie walks up, rubbing her chin and breasts with one
hand, and grabs a handful of Jessica's red hair with the other.

"Now, sis, it's time for a bit of payback!" she snarls, swinging around and
bringing her right foot up to solidly connect with Jessica's left cheek, then
her right cheek, then the left again in a dizzying display that leaves the
redhead's green eyes looking a bit glazed.

"Don't pass out on me just yet, sis," giggles the brunette, ceasing her kicks
and roughly slapping Jessica's face. The drawer, which has been grinding into
her middle this whole time, suddenly falls away. But before Jessica has time
to catch her breath, Melanie's fists begin to pummel her belly.

But the blows are a pain she knows, a pain she is familiar with, a pain she
can handle, and, despite the apparent beating she is taking, Jessica begins to
recover. Melanie, of course, is oblivious to this as she continues to
gleefully pound away. Until Jessica, moving with blinding speed, slides away
and the dark haired girl's fists drive instead into the brick wall.

Screaming out in shock and pain, and waving her hands as if they're on fire,
she doesn't even see Jessica glide behind her until she feels arms like steel
cables slide under her arms and around her neck in a full-nelson. "What
the-?!" Melanie gasps. Then, she is driven face-first into the wall several
times in rapid succession.

When Jessica feels her foe's body going limp, she stops long enough to ask
harshly, "Had enough, 'little sister', or will you force me to continue until
you really get hurt?"

In answer, Melanie stomps down hard on Jessica's bare foot with the heel of
her boot, causing the redhead to release her hold as she jumps back on her
good foot.

"Get this through your fuckin' head, sis: I'm not surrendering! Never!"
Melanie shouts, advancing on the redhead and thrusting the right heel of her
boot deep into Jessica's belly. "This doesn't end until you're dead!"

"Or you are," counters the redhead, leaning forward and driving her right fist
into Melanie's exposed crotch. The brunette gasps and, with her boot still
embedded in Jessica's tummy, leans forward, providing the redhead with the
perfect opportunity to grab a handful of her dark hair with the her left hand
and land a series of sharp, hard blows to Melanie's face with her right.

Furious, Melanie attempts to push away with her trapped leg, but Jessica
brings her own foot up between her still-exposed crotch, thrusting her bare
toes deep into her foe's vagina. Melanie yelps in sudden pain, mingled with a
perverse pleasure, and reaches down to push the foot away only to have
Jessica's other knee ram into her gut.

The brunette, who suddenly finds her snatch supporting the redhead's entire
weight, tumbles backward, lands on her back and flips the redhead over her
head and face-first into the wall.

Melanie leaps to her feet and angrily kicks Jessica in the ass, the pointed
toe of her boot penetrating painfully up the redhead's already sore anus. "You
crazy bitch! What are you trying to do? Tear out my pussy with your fuckin'
foot?!" she snarls, stepping forward and stomping down on Jessica's head.
Hard.

She then kneels down and, grabbing a handful of red hair, rams Jessica's face
into the wall several times in rapid succession. "How do you like it, sis?"
she giggles.

Jessica suddenly flips over onto her back and snakes her legs around Melanie's
throat, quickly tightening them, while she grabs the brunette's hands. She
then pivots on her ass, smashing Melanie's face into the selfsame wall a dozen
times.

"About as much as you do, 'little sister,'" the redhead growls.

Feeling her foe's body going limp, Jessica is unprepared for a brutal kick to
her groin and subsequently releases Melanie, curling in on herself in pain and
moaning quietly as the brunette stumbles back, away from her, rubbing her
face.

But Melanie is definitely woozy and unable to take advantage of Jessica's
vulnerability. She staggers over to the desk and leans against it for support,
trying to make the room stop spinning.

Jessica meanwhile climbs shakily to her feet and, ignoring the excruciating
pain between her legs, stalks over to Melanie and tags her with a beautiful
right cross that would have sent her flying had Jessica not held onto her
brassiere with her left hand.

The brunette attempts to retaliate with a left hook, but Jessica easily blocks
it and then connects with another right that turns the brunette's knees to
jelly. A few quick knees to her heaving gut and then one more right hand to
her jaw and Melanie is clearly out on her feet, kept standing only because
Jessica still has a tight hold on her bra.

Jessica then very deliberately lifts her up and sets her on the desk, steps
back and then buries her right fist in the pit of the brunette's belly,
causing Melanie to gasp as the last of the air is driven from her body and
lean forward, right into a powerful left uppercut that ascends from the floor
and connects with the point of Melanie's chin, knocking her head over heels
right off the desk to land in a tangled heap on the other side of the room.

Shaking her hand slightly, Jessica walks over and, after securing Melanie's
arms behind her back with her own belt, hoists the unconscious brunette up and
onto her right shoulder, legs dangling down her front, leaving the gorgeous,
rounded ass next to her face.

She glances over and then kisses the ass sweetly.

"Don't worry, 'little sister,' I'll see that you get whatever help you need to
have a normal life," she promises.

She then shifts the woman's body slightly and heads for her car, making a
mental note that she owes the General for yet another life he stole from her.

The End

(For now)

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