Posted by anne snakelover on December 20, 2003 at 16:47:25:
here we go again. i am in the midst of a creative fenzy it would seem. and how did this happen??? i dunno : ) but anuway, here's the FIRST CHAPTER of my new and epic mini-novel, many chapters to come! it's good! i hope : )
anne
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Agent Collier was sitting at her desk when the computer monitor to the side beeped and the screen flashed on. SHe hated it how the damned thing did that when she got email. But it was for the best, she supposed- had it not announced emails presence, most people would check maybe once or twice a day. That wasn't anywhere near enough in the Special Responses Task Force, of which she was a proud seven year member. She swiveled in her chair and started entering her keyname and password and before long she was reading the email from her boss, Response Chief Dunnigan.
"TO: Agent Collier FROM: Chief Dunnigan RE: Collier, I need you in my office by 1400 hours. Don't be late or you won't be in the SRTF any more. Boss"
"Cunt," muttered Agent Collier as she stood from her desk and checked the clock above her office door. 1345. She had fifteen minutes to get there, but the Boss never wanted to be kept waiting. If she said 1400, it was best to be there by at LEAST 1350.
Alice Collier was a busty young brunette who'd joined the forces just after college and was now in her late twenties. She kept up her figure through rigorous exercise (which was mandatory in the SRTF agency), and she was a trim 5 foot eight inches tall. Her shoulders were wide and her breasts were exceptionally over large and full, requiring Collier to order special SRTF jackets, dress and office shirts, and workout sweats. Her waist was trim and her hips were lean and tight. Long, long legs stretched down to the ground and her leg muscles were strong. She filled out her uniform extremely well, the blues and whites looking good on her.
Collier pulled nervously on her uniform blouse top as she stood before Dunnigan's door, then she knocked, waited a second, then entered.
Inside, Dunnigan was sitting at her own desk, also dressed in SRTF blues and whites though she didn't fill it out nearly as well. She was an older woman, some said as old as sixty, but she too kept herself in exceptional shape, with the curves and swells of a younger woman. She raised her head from her computer screen, her greying hair pulled back in a tight bun, and looked Collier in the eyes.
"Agent Collier," she said, and her voice was a pleasant alto that could still cause fear in older agents, and younger agents to wet their pants. "I have a job for you. A task. A mission. I really wish I had another agent to pass this on to, but our older, more experienced agents are all in use over in the Middle East." She sighed and rubbed her forehead. "It's a mess over there. Anyway, that's not important. What is important, however, is this. I have selected you to head a mission."
Agent Collier smiled, and tried to hide it as Dunnigan looked back up at her. "There is a smallish island just off the coast of Northern Chile, San Serpiente. It is owned by the Reardon Corp, which in turn is owned by a myriad of other corporations in a chain so confusing I'm not sure anyone knows who owns it or is in control. But that is neither here nor there. What is important is that when we finally found out what Reardon was working on the island, Reardon also lost communications with the entire island. At which time they contacted us we were trying to contact them."
"Synchronicity," said Agent Collier.
"Shut up," said Dunnigan, and continued. "Now, everyone in the Special Responses Task Force knows of your odd little fetish," and Dunnigan actually seemed uncomfortable when speaking of this. "So I want to assure you that I am not comfortable at ALL in assigning you to this mission but I have no one else of greater seniority or experience at this time. And as much as it may pain me to admit this, Agent Collier, you are a very resourceful woman, and I have been very pleased with how you have dispatched your missions in the past."
"So here is what we know of the situation," said Chief Dunnigan after a moment of silence, during which Agent COllier stood as tall as she could. She tended to slump when not thinking about it, the weight of her breasts a heavy load that pulled strongly at her lower back muscles. "Reardon was working on genetic manipulation and engineering on San Serpiente. For whatever reason, and Reardon Corp. CEOs are not talking to us about this, they decided to create a new type of snake."
Agent Collier's eyes widened perceptibly as she watched Dunnigan, and she felt a thrill at the pit of her belly. "Oh?" she asked.
Dunnigan's eyes thinned to slits as she continued talked. "These snakes are apparently being designed to be much smarter than snakes are now- possibly even up to human level, tho they are still snakes. They would not have the brain structures nor capabilities that our own brains have grown during our millions of years of evolution."
I wonder if they can talk, thought Agent Collier to herself and she couldn't help smiling again. Her nipples were tightening hard as she thought about these snakes, these smart snakes.
Chief Dunnigan took a deep breath, let it out slowly, massaged her eyelids gently with her thumbs, then spoke again slowly. "I hesitate to tell you this but if you are to know what you are going into. But let me stress this, Agent Collier, keep this in perspective! For whatever reason, Reardon Corp. seems to have been also designed these snakes to have a longer, more resilient, digestive tract. They tell us that it is entirely possible for their newly designed snakes, the larger snakes that they stress they do not believe have been created, could even easily swallow and digest a human being."
AGent Collier closed her eyes and moaned as Chief Dunnigan finished these words, her pussy wet and deeply desiring sexual contact. "Oh my God," she whispered, breasts aching, her entire body primed for sex.
"Collier," snapped Dunnigan, her face twisted with disgust as she spoke. "If you have an orgasm in this office I SWEAR you will regret this! Now listen!"
"Yes," said Collier weakly.
"All day I have been praying this day has been a nightmare and that I will wake up. SO far it hasn't worked, so I have to assume that there is a malign God at work in the universe." Dunnigan's face was dark with ill humor as she spoke. "The only SRTF agents I can spare for this mission to San Serpiente are Agents Cawly, Fisk, Raile, and Pointe."
Agent Collier's knees were weak as she listened. The agents listed were all young women like herself. They were each busty young ambitious women, though none was as busty as she was, she remembered with pride. She massaged her outer thighs gently with her hands as Dunnigan continued talked, trying desperately not to unzip her uniform pants and masturbate there in front of the Chief.
"Now we know your fetish, Agent Collier, pull yourself together!"
"It's a dream come true!" whispered Agent Alice Collier.
"No! It's a mission! You are in charge of the mission to San Serpiente with your four woman team. You have three main objectives, and not a one of them involves being swallowed whole and digested alive. Do you hear me, Agent COllier?
"Objective one is to restore power to the island. Objective three is to restore communications to the island. Objective three is to get back in communication with us so we may collate the data you have collected and come up with further objectives. Do you understand?"
"No being eaten alive by a snake?" whispered Agent Collier, disappointment flooding through her system even as her pussy wet the outer fabric of her pants she was so wet.
"No! Agent Collier, follow those three objectives to the letter."
"No being digested alive in the hot-" Agent Collier stuttered over her words,eyes closed. "Hot, oh so tight snake stomach?"
"Get out of my office!" said CHief Dunnigan as she stood. "Get to your own and take care of business, you are of no use to me this way. We know you have a-" and her face screwed up in dislike. "A vibrator. Use it and read the dossier I will send you while you are busy. Now go!"
Agent Collier headed out of Chief Dunnigan's office and headed for her own on shaky knees. She would read the dossier after she was finished, and changed her uniform. She could barely think, this whole mission was so PERFECT.
END CHAPTER ONE