"Agent Cruz! Oh god! Finally! YES!" moans of ecstasy erupted from a woman whose looks would be startling to your average person. The somewhat canine-like lady's silhouette undulates seductively on top of a still shadow of a man whose designation once coincided with the label she calls out. For his part, Cruz could only look up with lust and adoration at his captor, her hips pumping yet another load from his almost supernaturally rigid member. Her hands, paws, clasped his as she leaned down, her lovely hazelnut-colored eyes shimmered as she returned the affectionate look back towards him, and a long, flat tongue hung from her panting mouth. As surely as she had sealed his fate, her mouth covered his own, and he submitted to her entirely as she lavished him with a love that no mere human could emulate. As he slowly began to close his eyes and accept his fate, his memories began to drain from him as much as his energy, and he remembered the events leading up to his current predicament.
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Agent Valasquez Cruz was valedictorian of the Anti-Corruption Elite academy. He is one of the elite members trained by the remnants of humanity to help protect against the seemingly unstoppable Corruption infecting humans all over the world. Tasked first with investigating Harrow Downtown in the walled city of Freedomfall, he made his way into the now walled-off section of the city to begin his mission. Several thoughts occurred in his mind about his mission parameters as he thought back to his meeting with the Commander and his Handler.
Overall, the mission was one of reconnaissance. There had been a breach in the walls of the city by what witness accounts say might be a Neko girl, a Corrupted who sported looks similar to that of a hybrid between a feline and a human woman. She was spotted at the construction site meant to help reinforce the outer walls bordering Downtown. The ensuing chaos was difficult to contain. At this point, several city blocks have been sealed off by Anti Corruption Specialists, leaving those who still remain inside at risk. With a few specialty arms provided by the boys at Research and Development, including a teleporter phaser meant to quickly extract Infected and Corrupted alike, Agent Cruz was tasked with finding and saving any survivors, as well as capturing any remaining Corrupted.
Male Corrupted were no danger to anyone. As training has shown, when a human male experiences carnal relations with an Infected or Corrupted woman, the infection affects them differently than it does women, turning them into mindless husks of who they once were which exist merely to be used by their Corrupt mistresses as they please. It was the women that were the trouble. Generally, the infection when fully spread gave women an irresistible nature to them that has still been ill-researched, hence the need to capture and examine samples. The nature is merely known to cause hesitation, second thoughts, and ultimately, temptation to any passerby, be they man, or woman. The desire to engage in the most debauched of sex acts rises to the top of the victim's mind, and in doing so, they seal their fate.
Still, infection is not a death sentence. So long as a victim has not been fully taken by the Corruption, proper quarantine seems to be able to stave off a full transformation. Agent Cruz was told that there would be potential people to save, and he intended on doing so, using his trusty phaser and his well-honed skills of infiltration. Agent Cruz's first priority once he entered the closed-off Downtown was to find a building that was more or less safe and secure to use as a base of operations for his mission. As luck would have it, there was a perfectly serviceable spot not far from where he had entered, close to the closed-off sheets of plastic that he had ventured through. An apartment building.
A tall building with a large number of rooms to access, Cruz figured he could easily hide out in one of the many domiciles that are surely not being used at the moment and come up with a full plan of attack. The higher up he went, the more he'd be able to see as well, so it worked well for scouting too. Quickly, he made his way inside, keeping himself low and quiet as he began to scan the lobby. Initial cautious walkthroughs showed a rather empty building bereft of the usual tenants and workers. As he made his way upwards, however, he began to hear a rather foreboding noise. Someone was bumping something, and it sounded like it was coming from a few floors upwards.
Making sure to keep himself quiet as a mouse, and his head on a swivel, Cruz investigated upwards, making sure to clear any other vacant, unlocked apartments before keeping himself moving forward. The banging only got louder the closer he approached. Finally, he was able to isolate the room where the noises were originating. It could be a Corrupted, an Infected, or even a banging window for all he knew, so he felt the need to check first, before making any rash moves. Peeking through the keyhole, Cruz found himself lucky in that the source of the noise seemed to be not too far behind it. Peering through, he watched as he began to make out a figure. Initially, all he could see was a silhouette moving up and down. In moments it began to come into a more fuller view as he noted the backside of what seemed to be a woman, undulating and bouncing. Peering closer he began to get a clearer picture of the full situation as a cascade of raven black hair bounced along the body, with two creamy white thighs wrapped around a bolted-down chair. The figure's hips were humping the corner of the chair along with what seemed to be one of her hands traveling down her front. From his perspective, it seemed that the figure's legs, and perhaps one of her hands were bracing her, while her other arm was snaked down to aid in her lascivious behavior.
