Posted by anne snakelover on December 31, 2003 at 21:00:18:
don't worry, with chapters these small it's gonna be what- 8 pages long when it's done? HARDLY a "mini-novel", let alone a short story : ) anyways, i hope you enjoy it. no vore yet tho!!
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Agent Collier adjusted the "earmuffs", the headset that protected her hearing as the helicopter descended through the heavy black cloud cover toward the island of San Serpiente. Cawly, Raile, Pointe, and Fisk (all exceptionally over busty young women) were also similarly suited up in the hold, each wearing their standard SRTF uniforms with their individual equipment setups. Collier reached under her collar and adjusted her bra strap- her gigantic breasts pulled harshly on the straps and they dug painfully into her shoulders. Her equipment pack was on the seat next to her, for her breasts rested almost fully on her lap, her clothed nipples extending almost to her knees, her soft warm cleavage still where a woman with a smaller bust would have hers.
Cawly's equipment set was very heavy and bulky- she was a gifted mechanic and had been trained in repair, from cars to large energy
producing power plants. She took her craft, skill, and art seriously and had spent much of the past 6 years in constant study and hands on work. Her ear protecting "muffs" fitted over the mass of blonde ringlets that reached to her shoulder blades. Next to her sat Fisk, a smaller woman with brilliant copper red hair, short and slightly plump, although strong enough to maintain SRTF requirements for strength and speed. She was nearly as busty as Agent Collier; on her small frame, it made it difficult not to stare. She was the team's computer expert, and her pack was filled with disks and cds and dvds. Raile sat on the other side of Collier's weapon's pack, twirling a lock of jet black hair. She held her equipment pack on her lap; the least busty of the five young women in the helicopter cargo hold, she was still carrying a back-aching load. Her equipment list was filled with electronic repair tools. SHe could fix the computers that Fisk would then hack her way into. Last but truly not least, Pointe was sleeping in her seat near the rear. She was the tallest of the SRTF team at nearly six foot two inches, and she kept her green died hair trimmed close to her scalp. While this was out of SRTF regulations for appearance, Chief Dunnigan let her et away with this for reasons unknown to anyone but her and Pointe. She, like Agent Collier, was trained in weaponry but she specialized in bladed weapons. Collier had once seen her naked (and her pubic hair, what little she hadn't shaved off, was also dyed green) and could have sworn she was unarmed, but the smiling Pointe had produced no less than 8 blades from places that made Collier wince to remember.
Agent COllier gasped again as the helicopter swerved in the darkness, the clouds outside the thick windows grey and featureless. The weather around San Serpiente has been miserable for weeks, though the storms had uncharacteristically stayed away. Even so, the turbulence was somewhat frightening but apparently not totally unsafe for rotored aircraft travel. There were no landing strips for winged craft; San Serpiente was a small enough island that there simply wasn't room for a landing strip of enough length. However there were two landing pads for helicopters. One was near the main entrance to the facility on the island- the other was unused and partly overgrown on the other side of the island.
"we're going to be setting down in just a few minutes," spoke the radio bud in each woman's ear. The pilot was Agent Tillor, a middle aged, flat chested woman who was openly jealous of the young women's chests. "It's very windy, so I want each of you get out fast with your equipment, keep your heads well down, and move away from the rotors."
Agent Collier pushed Pointe awake, and gathered up the straps on her equipment bag. The others were also packing up their loose bits and tightening straps and soon the helicopter was landing in the dark of the midafternoon. The five women pulled open the helicopter cargo door and rushed out toward the nearby dark building, safely away from the spinning rotors. "Keep in touch," came Agent Tillor's voice as the helicopter rose and quickly vanished in the clouds above.
Cawly pulled a map from the pocket and checked it to the building they all stood next to. Around them, the jungle greenery grew close. Short trees with weird rubbery leaves grew from bunches of strange vine bunches that speared into the tall grasses. What little sunlight there was had difficulty making through the thick jungle cover. Cawly looked up from the map, flicking her flashlight from the map to the grass at their feet. "Just double checking," she said. "This is the power generator."
Agent Collier hefted her pack over her shoulders and smiled- the weight was now pulling her backwards, not forwards like her chest usually did and this felt good on her back. "Then here's the plan. You stay here and get this thing working, get power back. You can keep Pointe for help, and the rest of us will head to the main facility entrance. Keep your radios on and stay in touch."
The three women headed along the path aided by flashlight, leaving Pointe and Cawly to work on the generator. As they walked, Fisk hesitantly began talking.
"Collier, I hesitate to ask, and that usually means you shouldn't ask, but the talk around the SRTF is that you- you want to be swallowed whole and digested alive by a snake, and that's why Chief Dunnigan chose you for this mission."
AFter a moment, Agent Collier spoke over the clicking of their boots on the dark sidewalk, her flashlight lighting the way. "That's partly true," said. "I DO want to be swallowed whole and digested alive by a snake, but Dunnigan wanted someone else as team leader because of that. She didn't want me on the team at all."
The shocked silence was broken when Agent Raile spoke. "Why on earth would you want to be eaten by a snake? That's fucking crazy!"
"Oh yeah?" laughed Collier but burning inside. Raile- what a cunt. "Word around the SRTF is you liked to be tied so you can't move then fucked up the ass."
"Yeah," said Raile after a moment. "But that won't KILL me."
"Makes you wet to think about though, doesn't it?" asked Collier, who enjoyed anal sex herself, just not ALL the time. "Same with the idea of being eaten by a snake for me. Makes me really hot."
"But you don't want to die, do you?" asked Fisk.
Collier looked at her. Wild as the rumor mill ran at SRTF HQ, there was absolutely nothing about how Fisk pleasured herself. She finally just smiled at Fisk without answering and the three women continued walking in silence to the main facility.
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"Is this gonna take long?" asked Pointe as they stood inside the dark building the housed the power generator. To her the place looked trashed, broken, deliberately torn apart. But then, she didn't know the first thing about things mechanical. If it wasn't something with a sharp edge, it didn't really interest her. Now knives, oh yes, now knives...
"Nah, this place doesn't really look damaged at all," said Cawly as she looked around the interior, flicking the flashlight here and there. "My first guess is no one broke anything at all here, maybe even just flicked circuit breakers, or cut a handful of wires, or something." She wiped a hand across her forehead. "It's too frickin' hot, I'm gonna die of sweating." The South American heat was terrible, and the humidity was near one hundred perfect.
Pointe looked at Cawly in the darkness, flicked her flashlight on her and said with a smile, "Take off your uniform top. It'll be a hell of a lot cooler that way."
"No way," said Cawly, sounding embarrassed. "That's breaking uniform code."
Pointe laughed out loud. "Pussy," she said, and stripped off her own uniform top. Her bra was full-cupped and wide-strapped, her massive breasts barely held in check. She worked her shoulders and sighed. "That's a hell of a lot cooler. If you wanna bake, your problem." She leaned against an oil stained workbench and flicked her light around the room.
"It's really cooler?" she asked, but Pointe ignored her. She looked back at the generator. It was very hot, and the uniform didn't help, but- well, she could always put it back on when they were done. SHe quickly unbuttoned the blouse and pulled it off, and was amazed at how much cooler it was. It couldn't be called pleasant, but she didn't feel like she was sweating to death now.
Pointe was checking out Cawly's body as the shorter woman pulled open her pack and pulled out a few tools, feeling a slight twinge interest. Cawly was shorter than she was, but her breasts were much larger and that was saying something, though none of them had tits as big as Collier. Pointe felt her nipples hardening as she watched Cawly working.
"This is easy," she said, and then screamed as the door banged. Pointe pulled a knife and headed for the door, her own heart kicking, then jumped again as the door slammed open. Through the door frame staggered a naked woman, hair wild, her skin smeared with dirt. The naked woman's eyes were wide, her teeth bared in panic as she slammed the door behind her.
"Where did your helicopter go?" she shrieked. "We've got to get off the island now!"
END CHAPTER ONE POINT FIVE