TWENTY-FIVE
Special Assignments
I paused at the door to The Room and toed my loafers off. I hoped that outwardly it appeared I hadn't a care in the world, but my stomach was churning in dread. An hour ago, just as I was pushing back from lunch, one of Voice's guards arrived to inform me that Voice wanted to speak with me in The Room at 14:00. I tried to convince myself that if this meeting was about my conversation with Valencia, Voice wouldn't have sent a guard to ask, and would have sent guards, plural, with guns instead.
It had been a month since my fateful encounter with Valencia. In that time, I'd decided that, for whatever her reason, she'd decided to keep my secret. The guard's arrival had shaken my conviction, and despite me trying to rationalize it, I was afraid I was about to be asked a series of uncomfortable questions before I had some very unpleasant interactions with several belligerent men.
Swallowing hard and taking a deep breath to try to calm myself so that I didn't appear nervous, I opened the door and entered the room. The lights were on and there were no goons waiting, allowing me to relax slightly. The only thing in the room, besides myself, was a large envelop laying on the back of one of the sex couches. That was probably for me, but I wasn't going to touch it until I was told I could. I bounced my way across the padded floor to the center of the room and waited. If Voice didn't show up in a few minutes, I'd settle onto one of the couches and wait.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Kraten. Thank you for coming," Voice said as I slowed to a stop.
I relaxed even more with Voice's greeting. He didn't sound pissed off. "My pleasure."
"I have a task for you, if you're willing."
Relief washed over me. "Sure... if I can."
"Before you say yes, let me explain to you what you'll be doing. This is voluntary, though you will be doing me a service if you agree."
"Okay."
"Take the envelope and examine the contents please."
I moved to the couch and opened the unsealed envelope. Inside were a dozen or so pages that appeared to have been printed from a website. The first page was a picture of a hugely muscled naked man with a cock so big it'd humiliate any porn star. My first impression was the man was probably hitting steroids, and in a big way, to obtain his size. Either that, or he was a genetic freak. There was no way to determine his height, but the man was markedly larger than Víctor, with veins and tendons showing everywhere over his naked body. My attention shifted to the man's hard cock as he gripped it at the base. His manhood was huge... so big that if his hand hadn't been gripping it, I'd have assumed the photo had been manipulated, but the man's hand wasn't out of proportion with the rest of his body. I finally decided the photo was real, but the man had undergone some kind of penis enlargement, or maybe he was wearing a sleeve over his actual cock and his hand was hiding the fact.
I swapped the page to the back to reveal an impressively muscled nude woman. I had no doubt the woman was hitting the juice because, genetic freak or not, a woman couldn't bulk up like she had without some help from science. If she was on juice, it was likely the man was as well, adding evidence to my previous suspicion. Like the man, she was darkly and evenly tanned, and her sex organs were grossly enlarged, with breasts noticeably larger than Marta's and much firmer. In addition to her obviously enhanced breasts, her clit was massively enlarged and easily visible, giving her the appearance of sporting a tiny cock, reinforcing my opinion she was taking some kind of drug cocktail.
"Who are they?" I asked as I swapped the second page to the back.
"Krugan and Shashenka Kornienko. I don't know if they're married, but they are, at the very least, long-time partners. As you can see from the photos, they have... particular... tastes."
As Voice spoke, I stared at the picture of Shashenka on her elbows and knees on a dirty floor in a huge, ominous, and dimly lit room, her nude body heavily smeared with dirt and glowing with oil or sweat. Surrounding her appeared to be a long-abandoned factory, full of rusting machinery, years of grime, and broken windows. Beneath her, laying on its back between her legs, was a large, articulated, dark greyish green mannequin that strongly resembled the monster in the movie
Aliens.
The primary difference between this alien, and the one in the movie, was this monster sported enormous breasts and a gargantuan cock. With their massive breasts crushed together, Shashenka had one of the alien's long fingered hands pinned to the floor while the alien's other hand completely surrounded the back of her head, its clawed fingers dimpling the flesh on the side of her face. The monster's tail was tight across the woman's back, the bladed tip held against the floor beside their heads as Shashenka gripped the appendage fiercely, her huge muscles bulging in effort as she labored to prevent the monster from stabbing her with the deadly looking weapon. As the woman and alien engaged in a life-or-death struggle, extending from the alien's open mouth into hers was a squarish appendage, with another mammoth appendage of the same style entering her pussy from between the alien's legs. With what appeared to be stiff beams along the four corners, and ridges or bumps connecting them, it wouldn't surprise me if the toy had teeth where the head would be because both appendages looked like the bitey tongue thing that shot out of the monster's mouth in the movie. Below the picture someone had typed
Alien vs Pussy
in a large, bold, font.
"That's... interesting," I rumbled loud enough for Voice to hear.
I swapped the page for the next one as Voice spoke again. "I'd like to do business with Mr. Kornienko. I have a meeting scheduled with him in three weeks, just after Bautista's games. I have invited him to the games as my guest, but afterwards I'd like to provide him with entertainment that... appeals more to his tastes."
The photo I was looking at now showed Krugan standing in a park in front of an old piece of towed artillery. It was night, he was completely naked, and it appeared his cock was jammed deep into the bore of the weapon. His giant muscles bulging with effort, the photo clearly suggested he was fucking the cannon as he gripped the barrel, his mouth open with his head back as if he were screaming in pleasure... or perhaps pain. The photo seemed a little blurred around his ass, so I quickly flipped back to the picture of Shashenka fucking the alien to examine it more closely. I noticed a slight blurring of the woman's ass and face, and decided both photos were stills captured from a video. I flipped back to the picture of Krugan fucking the gun. I smiled. Whoever printed these out must have added the title of the video. This one was labeled
The Cum Cannon.
I shuffled the papers again as Voice fell quiet, and realized the freak show was just starting. In this photo, Shashenka was covered in slimy looking muck as she lay on a riverbank with her teeth bared. She was struggling against a huge-ass snake which had wrapped itself around her a couple of times as she held the serpent's head away from her face with bulging arms. If the snake was a fake, it was a damn good one. Her face was twisted with effort and pain, the muscles of her arms and legs were taut and distended with effort, and the coils of the snake looked like they were squeezing her tightly. In the near distance, an equally muddy Krugan was sitting on the back of an enormous alligator, holding the animal's head back to display its white underbelly. The photo was labeled
Jungle Peril: Part One.
The next photo was of Krugan under the alligator or crocodile with his hands clamped over the 'gator's snout. In the background, Shashenka was on her knees at the edge of the muddy water with another coil of the snake wrapped around her upper torso, putting the squeeze on her giant breasts as she strained to loosen its coils. I didn't know about snake wrestling, but I knew people wrestled alligators, though I always assumed the 'gators were juveniles. This 'gator was no fucking juvenile. It was huge, easily three times the length of Krugan. Like the previous photo, Shashenka and Krugan were covered in muck, more so than in the first photo, and his face was distorted with effort and pain. His huge muscles bulging, he'd wrapped the body of the 'gator in his legs while straining to hold the animal's teeth away from his head.
Like the snake Shashenka was fighting, if the croc-a-gator was fake, it was a damn good one, and the surroundings in the photos look real too, like they were actually on a muddy riverbank in a jungle somewhere. There was no doubt in my mind the situation was staged, otherwise, who was operating the cameras, but the more I looked at the two photos, the more I decided the 'gator and snake were probably real, and Krugan and Shashenka were actually on a riverbank wrestling the animals. There were probably wranglers just out of frame, in case things started going badly for them, but it was obvious the fight had progressed since the previous photo, and Krugan and Shashenka weren't having an easy time of it. Since Voice had a meeting with Krugan in a few weeks, he'd obviously survived, but in this photo, it appeared both animals had the upper hand, and I could see Krugan and Shashenka's obvious effort and desperation as they battled the reptiles. Unsurprisingly, this photo was captioned
Jungle Peril: Part Two.
