"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.
Not everything was on full display, but it might as well have, with what looked to be a long grey t-shirt being the only barrier between Cruz's vision and her bare skin. It was pulled tightly around her backside, giving a tantalizing view of a round, smooth, and juicy posterior. The agent might have found himself staring for a lot longer if his mind hadn't been jostled by a grunt of frustration from the figure audible to him even on the outside, "Mf...fuck...why can't I...dammit!"
The few words and loud noise were enough to break the Agent from his haze as he found himself sitting up and away from the keyhole, and a thought worming its way to the top of his head to continue watching regardless. Quickly he realized that he had been subject to the nature of the Infection and that if he wasn't careful, he could be swallowed up by his baser instincts, and eventually, lose himself entirely. Shaking his head he managed to get his mind under control for the most part before proceeding to dig into his field pack and grab a few tools. After testing the door to confirm that it was locked, he kept his breath contained and low, hoping that the Infected within wouldn't notice as he began to pick the lock of the door. His dextrous hands were able to make the lock surrender within moments, and carefully he began to inch open the door.
Slowly getting the phaser from his side, he prepared to sneak into close range of the woman and teleport her either to the hospital, or the ACE research labs depending on how far gone she was. Inching into the apartment, the Agent began to get a better look at the woman causing all the ruckus, and his heart began to pound in his ears as he watched her passionate display. Getting close and coming around to her side, he gripped his phaser but continued to observe. Her face was almost gentle despite her movements like she was trying to get herself lost in a fantasy of some sort. Her lonely T-shirt wasn't merely tightly wrapped around her bottom, but also what appears to be a somewhat generous, heaving chest. As she continued to undulate, Cruz looked to see that his initial assumption was right, as one of her hands was aiding in her journey, slowly, rhythmically stroking the outer folds of her bare pussy.
Continuing to watch, Cruz found the strength in his arms holding his phaser begin to falter. His continued viewing was tempting, and an undercurrent of desire to continue to drink in the sight of the woman was becoming overwhelming. In a desperate attempt to gather himself, he cleared his throat, trying to keep it quiet, and failing in his awkward position. This gained the attention of the woman, who immediately stopped her pleasurable journey to turn her head and look at him with a bit of fright. In any other scenario, a woman might assume the Agent had bad intentions, breaking into an apartment to spy on them, but her face only kept the look of bewilderment for a moment before softening. Slowly, she climbed down from the chair and held up the hand she had been using to brace herself up towards the Agent, a pleading expression plastered onto her face.
The nature of the Corruption was a mysterious one, but Agent Cruz was feeling it firsthand. The burning desire in his mind to take the hand offered to him, to pull her in close, to let her do whatever she'd like to do, was overwhelming. So overwhelming in fact, that he found himself about to do just that. Instead of holding his phaser, he let one hand free and began to reach towards hers. He falters, he wavers, and a part of him is screaming to pull back. But before he can regain himself, the woman reached forward and interlaced her fingers with his. Her touch was soft, lovely, and full of affection. Cruz's heart betrayed him as his knees buckled. He knelt down in front of her, gazing up at her warm and inviting visage, and she guided him onto his back, kneeling next to him as she did.
