My Amazon Army Ch 21

Author's note: Just to help everyone keep track of our heroes:

Michael is the half-alien super stud that can create super women by planting his seed in them

Mandy, Michael's first creation, has unlimited strength and invulnerability

Rachel, his 2nd, has magical hair that is unbreakable and can act as tentacles, a shield, projectiles... and boobs that can squirt milk bombs

Amanda is able to shoot blasts of energy from her eyes... and can fly.

Lynn, Mandy's Mom - gang bang superstar - in the process of awakening her powers.

Amy, Rachel's BFF, recently converted to "save" her from Firm mind control. Able to discharge healing and augmentative nanites from her tits, body control ability, absorbs organic material to increase her powers.

Lena, Amanda's sister, willingly joined the band - fuck a stud for superpowers, why not?! Can cut through space time to create teleportation portals.

[Smith]

He ran his left hand over the smooth warm skin, caressing gently, moving up the torso towards the large breasts, resting like a pair of flattened boule bread loafs on the woman's chest, overflowing onto her upper arms. He couldn't resist the urge to squeeze them, his hand just large enough to cover the white globe, loving the feel of squashing the tofu soft bag of joy.

After a feel more squeezes, he removed his hand, smiled at the red marks his abuse had left on the tit. It rested back onto the chest of the woman, splayed across her chest and left arm.

He pulled off his shirt and dropped his pants to the floor, revealing his large and half erect cock. Straddling the corner of the bed allowed him to bring his crotch right up to the face of the woman lying there. He placed his cock on her face, resting it on her cheek and lips.

Then he bent forward and took both of her big tits in her hands, squeezing and fondling them, pinching her nipples until they were swollen. By this time, his cock had become fully erect.

"OK, time for the main course..." he mumbled to himself, and made his way down to the foot of the bed. He slid his hands behind both her knees and bent her legs up and onto her chest, exposing her hairy pussy.

He was just about to press his face into the pink flesh when the alarm went off.

"What the fuck?!"

It was the emergency alarm, the one that was only activated if the Firm was under direct attack, or the building needed to immediately evacuated.

"Sir. There has been an incident in the breeding facility." A blonde in a white corporate suit had appeared at the door of the large room. Her gold pin striped single breasted blazer accentuated against the olive skin of her cleavage. Her pretty face was immaculately made up, long legs ending in black stilettos. "You may wish to join us in the Ops Room."

"Damnit." Not bothering to dress, the man immediately strode towards the blonde, big cock swaying.

Behind him, legs now spread apart instead of pressed against her chest, the blonde remained motionless, comatose. She lay there in a sort of reclining bound angel pose, ignorant to the screaming alarms and the violation that she had just been exposed to.

Together with the dozens of other naked and unconscious women, on dozens of other beds, that filled the huge room.

A brisk walk and a short elevator ride brought the man and the blonde to the Ops Room.

It was filled with wall to ceiling screens, and 2 banks of terminals manned by women in white uniforms, very much like a SOCC, but with a babe factor of 100. All eyes turned towards the man as he entered the room, with more than one pair drifting down to stare at the naked large appendage hanging between his thighs.

"Someone tell me what the fuck is going on!"

One woman, a petite brunette, immediately leapt to her feet. "Sir, there has been an incident in the breeding facility. From what we can tell, prisoner 073 somehow broke free of the Bull's control and, we still can't explain this, killed him. We immediately sent in a response team, but she dealt with them too. She has also freed prisoner 055, and is currently attempting to escape the building."

"Who the fuck is 073 and 055?!" he yelled in frustration, having never bothered to remember the inmates' numbers.

"073 is Lynn Daniels, while 055 is Mandy Daniels, sir." the woman replied meekly.

"2 of the most important prisoners are going to escape?! What are you doing about it?!"

"We're activating a 2nd response team! That's all we can do! I don't have authority to activate anything more than that!" she replied, eyes wide with fear.

"You're fucking useless! On your knees!" he yelled at her.

The brunette immediately dropped to her knees, eyes wide with fear. The man strode up to her and pressed his cock into her face. The expression of fear on the brunette's face immediately switched to relief - she must have expected to be punished - and she immediately busied herself with stuffing his big cock into her mouth and choking herself on it. "Uhhkk, urgh, uggh, uhhk..." went her throat as his cock expanded and mashed against the back of her throat, her hands gripping his buttocks tightly as she impaled herself onto his thick organ.

"Sir, would you like to activate Agents?" the blonde asked as she stepped to his side. She was completely unfazed by the oral sex happening at her feet, and so were the rest of the women in the room. While some glanced over every so often, the expressions on their faces were more of amusement than shock.

"Which ones are available?" he asked, his anger seemingly somewhat sated now that the offending employee as massaging his cock with her tongue and throat.

"Delta, Foxtrot and Hotel are all on site. Given what we have observed of Lynn's powers, I would recommend Foxtrot. But if Mandy wakes up, we're going to need all 3, perhaps myself as well, to subdue them." she reported, super professional.

"I've faith in you. Take Foxtrot and head down to stop those 2. I'm not going to let them get away after all we put in to get them, certainly not before we make full use of them."

"Thank you for the vote of confidence Mr Smith. I'll do my best." she replied, gave him a wink, and strode out of the Ops Room.

"Ok, while Kendra saves your collective bacon, I want the rest of you to start working on reactivating the Harem once she's done." he looked down at the brunette, who was still obediently slobering on his cock, "And you, don't you stop until I pump my load down your throat, you hear me?"

"Yes sir." gasped the brunette, before continuing her efforts to use his cock to probe her throat, " uuhg, uhhhk, uhh, uggh..."

[Kendra]

"Skye, you're up. Meet me at the Harem entrance now." said Kendra as she entered the high speed elevator, "You've seen what Lynn can do, so you know why I've picked you."

"Yup, on my way babe." replied Skye in Kendra's earpiece. Kendra smirked. It had been a while since she had the chance to use her powers. She was being modest when she had said that it would take all 4 of them to subdue Lynn and Mandy. If she had been alone with Smith, she would have asked him for the pleasure of taking them both on herself. But that would have set tongues wagging amongst the sows in the Ops Room, most of whom envied her position and privilege.

The elevator doors hissed open into a lobby. Directly opposite Kendra was a wall of floor to celing mirrors. She took the chance to admire her reflection. She had always been beautiful, and had great genes, which together with her successful career in C-suite positions was what attracted the Firm. And following a quick but invasive suitability assessment, she had been subjected to multiple sessions with the Bull, and inseminated with a copious amount of infused semen.

And the result had transformed her into even more of a masterpiece.

Kendra unbuttoned her suit jacket and unhooked her pants, allowed them both to slip to the floor. She was naked underneath, and admired her reflection. Her straight blond hair stretched to her waist, a golden curtain that she casually flicked over her shoulders to reveal her chest. Her cone shaped breasts stood proud, long pink nipples and coaster sized areolas ready to stab anyone brave enough to come near. Her trunk was toned, leading down to a tiny waist and slender hips. Kendra kept her pubic hair trimmed in a narrow inverted triangle, like an arrow guiding a lover to the target. She had fleshy pussy lips which were a joy to suck on, and a fat pubic mound the cushion the impact of lust crazed fucking. Long athletic legs completed the portrait, ending in angular feet.

"Getting ready to go to work I see..." came Skye's voice from further up the corridor. She was a raven haired, petite beauty with opal eyes and her nymph like figure was wrapped in skin tight black combat fatigues.

"Yup, I've lost count of the number of times I've suddenly had to go into combat that I've given up on knickers." Kendra said with a smirk.

"Haha, I bet no one is complaining about that fashion choice!" Skye grinned.

"Maybe... anyhow, let's get this over with quickly. You've read their files?" asked Kendra as she turned started towards the Harem at the other end of the corridor, tits bobbing hypnotically with every step.

"The mom has a phermone attack and can multiply. Daughter is ridiculously strong and invulnerable to physical attacks... The moment I see the mom, I'll bag her, seal her airtight, nullify all her powers at 1 go. Should I net the daughter as well?"

"Yes, that would be best. Take them both down. Make sure they're locked down, suffocate them and knock them out."

"Got it." said Skye as they arrived at the double doored entrance to the Harem.

Without fanfare, Kendra kicked the doors open and immediately vanished as she turned invisible. Skye rushed into the lounge, caught sight of Lynn coming down the stairs, Mandy awake and in tow.

"Shit!" Skye snapped her arms up and pointed her index fingers at the faces of mom and daughter.

A creamy film immediately began to bubble into existence on both women's faces. Lynn shrieked in fear and disgust as the film adhered to her skin and spread, entering and congealling in her nostrils and mouth, caking and enveloping her head, then her neck and quickly making its way down her chest and back. Within moments, Lynn had collapsed on the stairs and began tumbling down them, immobilised like a milky mummy, screams strangled by her inability to breath. By the time she reached the bottom, Lynn was unconscious, both from suffocation and the anaesthetic effects of the film she had swallowed.

Mandy however, was putting up much more resistance. While the film had similarly completely shrouded her, her super strength had enabled her to remain standing, arms flailing, fingers tearing strings of film - which was as strong as steel netting - off her face and body.

"Well, that's a first... but claw at it as you might, you'll find that all you're achieving is prolonging your agony..." said Skye as she extended her middle finger towards Mandy.

With 2 fingers pointing at Mandy, the creamy film began to erupt from her face many times faster than before. Instead of the thin film that had enveloped Lynn, Mandy now looked like she was caked in cement. The milky glue was now 10x as strong and 20x as sticky as when it was a thin film. While Mandy would have been able to effortlessly rip through such a binding if she was at full strength, now, choking and unable to breathe, barely recovered from the sexual sedation as 1 of the Bull's fuck toys, she had crumpled to her knees, barely able to stay upright.

"That's my girl... don't waste your strength... swallow a little more of my cream and your suffering will end..."

As if on cue, Mandy toppled over, rolled down the stairs and lay still. A shapeless blob of milky cement.

Skye gave a little sigh and lowered her arms. A moment later, Kendra reappeared in all her glorious nakedness a few feet to the left of Mandy's unconscious form.

"Nice work. A bit miffed that I got all naked for nothing, but I suspect the Firm's shareholders are thanking their lucky stars that you managed to stop them..." quipped Kendra.

"To be honest, when you told me we would be working together, I was half worried that I wouldn't be able to get out of your way fast enough... Saw a report on 1 of your missions... looked like a typhoon and ripped through the place and flattened 5 city blocks."

"Yeah, I'm more of a sledgehammer than a scalpel..." smiled Kendra.

"I think a more accurate comparison of you and me would be wrecking ball and toothpick..."

Kendra laughed, "Ok... enough chit chat. Good work. Let's call in the clean up crew and let the rest get the Harem back up and running."

[Smith]

"Mmmmhhp...! Stay there! Don't you dare take my cock out of your throat...!"

Smith fought the urge to grab the brunette's head with both hands and slam his crotch into her face. He wanted her to choke herself on his cock. A show of devotion, of obedience. He knew his large fleshy cock head was making it difficult to breathe, choking her. But the demonstration of bis authority over her magnified the pleasure of her throat squeezing his glans.

The brunette was doing her best. Her fingers dug into his buttocks as she used strength to fight her gag reflex. The veins on her neck buldged and tears streamed down her face. "Urrk...! Uhfff! Uuhhg" she choked on his cock.

Smith felt a flame ignite in his pelvis, a heat spreading down into his groin and the base of his cock. He was close, and it was going to be a big one.

"You've been a good slut. Now I'm going to reward you and cum in you. Don't fuck it up now. You hear me?"

The brunette couldn't talk, barely managed a nod. All the other women in the Ops Room had turned their atttention to the scene unfolding.

She was starting to turn slightly blue from asphyxiation, rivelets of mascara streaked tears sketching black branches down her cheeks. At the end of every deep throat, Smith's cock completely filled her mouth and his glans pressed like a plug 3 inches into her throat.

Steeling herself, she continued to stroke his big cock with her mouth, lips, tongue and throat. She heard Smith grunt, felt him reflexively thrust his pelvis forward and knew that he was about to cum. She quickly withdrew slightly, just enough to gasp for breath, before plunging the hot organ back into her throat for him to cum.

She made in just in time, his glans reaching her tonsils just as the first big spurt of semen burst forth. She swallowed as fast as she could, gulping as many times as possible to clear each spray of cum before the next one arrived.

Her stroking slowed, became shallower so that she could wrap her lips around the top half of his shaft. She then matched the throb in his cock that preceeded each cum shot with a powerful suck - like vacuuming his cum out of his balls.

She had the presence of mind to glance up at his face, and caught his expression of pleasure and satisfaction. She had given him what he wanted, and all the discomfort had been worth it.

"Ahhhh... ahh.... *gasp ahhh! Yes, very good... maybe one of the best blowjobs I've ever had.... mmmm.... keep going slut..." his eyes were closed in ecstasy, the anger that had dominated his features minutes earlier completely erased.

He came for more than 10 sec, shooting dozens of big globs of semen into the brunette's throat. And when his ejaculations abated, Smith gripped her jaw with his left hand, his softening cock with his right, and coaxed the last dregs of cum in his shaft into her mouth.

"Now you can stop." he said, releasing her jaw and stepping back.

The brunette immediately crumpled to the floor like a puppet whose strings had been cut. She collapsed on her side, head lolled on the floor, eyes lidded, gasping for air. 4 women, presumably closer friends, rushed over to attend to her, assuming that it was acceptable for them to do so now that she had satisfied their boss.

Smith smiled at the sight. The thought that he had caused the brunette's exhaustion sent a twitch of arousal into his half erect cock.

"Catch your breath while you can." he said with foreboding.

"What..? What do you mean sir? Didn't you enjoy that?" her eyes snapped open, tinged with fear that she might need to repeat that performance.

"Oh I certainly did enjoy it. Which is why I gave you a gift that might take your breath away..." he replied with a grin.

"What do you mean? Is there something I'm supposed to..." before she could finish her sentence, the transformation began.

Every muscle in the brunette's body suddenly cramped, snapping her legs and arms out into a spread eagled position. She screamed, both from shock and the pain. Her friends watched helplessly as her limbs started to flap uncontrollably.

"Here we go..." he said, watching with an amused expression, "you might want to take her clothes off to make her more comfortable..."

But before anyone could attempt to help, the changes began.

Given that she was lying spread eagled flat on her back, the most obvious change was the pearl buttons on her blouse bursting. The brunette grunted as her A cups literally inflated into round Es, spreading the plackets of the now buttonless shirt so wide that they now barely covered her newly budded thumb sized nipples.

The next most noticeable change was her hair. Initially shoulder length, clumped from tears, sweat and saliva, was suddenly enmeshed and quickly encompassed by an explosion of mocha silk strands that fanned out into a halo almost 5 feet in radius. Her friends backpedaled frantically to avoid being entangled by the torrential growth.

And then a scraping sound caught everyone's attention. Muscles still convulsing from the changes taking place in her body, the brunettes fingers had started clawing at the tiled floor. But instead of ripping bloody streaks on the white ceramic as her nails tore off, they were gouging out tea spoon wide furrows.

The transformation appeared to continue for several long moments, before her body stopped shaking and her breath calmed down. She opened her eyes and sat up slowly. She glanced down to find a lovely pair of grapefruits propping her shirt open, the surprising sensation of 3 pounds of tit flesh weighing on her chest. Moving her head drew attention to her hair, which drew another gasp of surprise. She instinctively reached up to touch it, and noticed that her nails were now an inch long and caked in crushed tile and cement.

"That was entertaining."

She glanced up, Smith's voice reminding her she was sitting on the floor in a room filled with people. "Sorry sir, I'm just... uh... not sure what happened..."

"I felt generous. That's what happened." he said curtly, though there was still a small smile on his face.

"Thank you sir." she replied, not sure what else to say. She hadn't expected to be given nanites, even though she knew that such inseminations were typically reserved for the Firm's chosen and would bring with it new abilities.

"You can thank me properly later. Now, what's your name again?"

"Maya sir. My name is Maya."