A Lively Lark with the CTR Angel’s
Well, Angel’s. Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to garner the assistance of Lively Lark and rescue Prince Humbdub from the secret SPLAT base located somewhere in the South Pole. All I ask is please, please don’t show your bits on YouTube again. This is supposed to be a secret agency you know.
P.S. this dvd will self-destruct as soon as one of you puts it into the incinerator. Thank you. (Apologies for the self-destruct cost cutting procedures.)
P.P.S. I heard the other secret agency the HUNKs are trying to rescue the prince too. PLEASE don’t let that happen, as there is a sizable reward payable on his return and Shimmering Dragon has just seen this new evening dress….
P.P.P.S. In order to help you prevent the HUNKs from finding the prince first we have agree to work in cooperation with them. We are flying the PIACT jet out to Florence, Italy to pick them up, one of you will need to go meet with them. Preferably someone who shows her bits too often on YouTube, since that should be a fairly safe YouTube free mission.
P.P.P.P.S. Oh, and good luck. If any of you are captured, tortured, beaten or killed we will totally deny any knowledge of knowing you. Thank you for you continued loyalty to the agency…
“Well, girl’s what do you say? Are you up for another mission?” Wolf asked, thumbing through her thick pile of papers that had come with the mission dvd. There was definitely a lot to this mission. All five of them, no six, Shimmering Dragon was being drafted in at checkpoint chilly. There was simply too much to be done by five alone.
So there would be six, assuming Lively Lark could be persuaded to join them.
“I’m game,” Otter said.
“Me too,” Lynx added.
“Man, what a cute butt,” Fox summed up all their thoughts as she ogled the snapshots of the kidnapped prince. “Who wouldn’t want a go at that?” She looked up apologetic. “I mean a go at rescuing him.”
“Very well then,” Wolf took the dvd and dropped it in the trash can on her way to the kitchen. “One glass of champagne each to celebrate our new mission then I’ll go see if I can recruit our new lass while you all get ready to leave.”
“No fair,” Fox pouted. “You get to escort the HUNKs.”
“Trust me,” Wolf told her. “I’d much rather not have the most famous bits on YouTube.” It had become such a problem of being recognized she now, every morning, pinned a pair of sunglasses to her pubic hair to try and help disguise herself.
“Maybe if you wore panties…” Otter suggested.
Wolf shivered at the suggestion and broke out the champagne to steer the conversation towards something else. Would you believe it took ten bottles of champagne to achieve that effect?
Lark stood in her porch way hesitating. Her front door keys firmly held in her hand, she stared at the front door. She didn’t do this often, regardless of what the neighbors might think. But only when the door was already opened by a few inches and the smell of alcohol—the hint of a 2001 dom perignon champagne—hovered in the air too.
She hadn’t heard of too many uber rich cat-burglar, assassin, thieves lately. But one couldn’t be too careful about these things.
Putting her keys away and taking out her handy little stunner she carefully nudged the door all the way open. Yes, the waft of alcohol grew stronger, so whoever had opened the door was probably still in there. At least Lark should be able to track them fairly easily. She’d just have to see which houseplants wilted the most.
Edging her way down the hallway, Lark took a quick peek in the kitchen. Someone had made free with the coffeemaker and, by the looks of it, already drunk half a carafe of incredibly strong brew—going by the way a few spilled drops of it had curled up the edges of the countertop.
Still, the champagne smell came from a little further on, from the living room of course. If you were going to make yourself at home in someone else’s home, you’d do it in their living room, wouldn’t you?
A quick check of the other rooms proved they were empty, so it was probably just the one intruder which made things a little easier.
Hands firmly gripping the stunner, Lark made her way cautiously to the living room. Waiting outside the door for a moment she listened. A woman’s mumbled voice, no answer. Damn, maybe her visitor wasn’t alone.
Still however many there were Lark would have to deal with them.
Carefully turning the handle, Lark kicked the door open quickly. Scanned the room and focused on the sole occupant. Well, two if you considered her cat as a person, and Tootsie definitely thought she was.
“Ah, Lively Lark, I presume.” The woman had to stifle a giggle, then took a large swig of the coffee she was holding. “Hope you don’t mind. Was feeling a little light headed there. Needed something stiff,” The woman howled with laughter. “Stiff, to straighten me up,” she explained.
“Who are you and what do you want?” Lark demanded, keeping the stunner well and truly targeted on the stranger.
“Oh, oh, yes. You need to know that.” The woman attempted to sit up straighter. “Warrior Wolf at your service,” she hiccupped. “Ferrii, furrous, furryy.”
“Ferocious Furball?” Lark suggested.
“That’s him.” Wolf raised her cup and took another drink of coffee, then tipped it up, there was nothing left in it. “He sent me to send you on a mission.” Wolf pointed to a large manila envelop on the coffee table that Lark had missed earlier.
Lark stared for a moment at the PIACT agent. The woman was sitting, scarcely balanced, on the edge of her sofa. She did look slightly familiar, but years of working with PIACT had taught her to be circumspect about those she took into her trust.
Then Tootsie, her Persian, leaped onto the woman’s lap meowing, sending the woman and her cup of coffee she was holding, flying. The agent landed upside down, legs spread, lying against the sofa, her skirt around her face with no panties.
Lark put her gun away. Everyone knew the YouTube Yahoo!
“Okay,” Lark said. “About time I got another mission.” She bent down to pick up the envelop from the table.
“Could you do me once teensy little favor, before you go?” Wolf’s mumbled voice came through the skirt.
“Sure, what can I do?”
“Put me on a cab for the secret PIACT base. I have a plane to catch.”
The series of plane flights was uneventful, though why the farkle anyone would want to make the Falklands Islands their jump off point for any mission was a wonder to Lark. Still it was fairly near the South Pole, maybe that was the deciding factor.
“Hi, you must be Lark,” A slim young lady greeted her as she stepped from the ten seater plane. “I’m Shimmering Dragon, the CTR’s Angels are here and waiting for us a little way down by the coast.”
Lark was impressed. The First Under the Supreme One on Top was in the mission group. It must be a very important mission for that to happen. And it would be an honor to work with the famed Angels. Fortunately Lark had worn her panties today, since they were heading to colder climates. At least she didn’t have to worry about YouTube.
“By the coast?” she asked, wondering why they meet up so far away from the airfield.
“Given that we’re dealing with SPLAT we felt it would be best to make as discrete approach as possible to the target area.” Dragon explained. “A small plane like that is just so easy to shoot down.”
“Oh absolutely,” Lark agreed. Suddenly realizing just how dangerous this mission was likely to be. She shivered, it was dammed cold around here. “Don’t suppose we’ve got anything nice and warm waiting for us have we.”
“Oh, we’ll warm up soon enough,” Dragon told her, leading her to a small beat up Volkswagen beetle parked just outside the customs room. “Our assistant will bring your luggage later. For now let’s go introduce you to the girls.”
The drive to the coast, like just about anything on this island, didn’t take too long at all, and the scraggy little house they pulled up outside looked like it could barely handle the ravages of the sea weather just a few yards further, beyond the cliff.
But the rooms, and the welcome inside, were both warm, and helped to take some of the chill out of Lark’s bones.
The small glass or two of margarita helped with that too.
“For this mission,” Dragon announced. “We’re going to let Lark take the lead, since she’s the most experienced of us with work in the Antarctic.”
“Hey, hang on.” Lark protested. “I was only on a cruise ship that sailed through there once.”
“That’s more than the rest of us have done.” Dragon reassured her. “Makes you practically a veteran.”
Somehow the reassurances didn’t reassure her too much. A couple of more glasses of margaritas did the trick though.
“Okay everyone,” Dragon looked at her watch. “It’s time to head on down to the transport. Let’s Tally ho!”
It probably wasn’t a good idea to walk out into a fall night in the Falklands with no coats but, what the hell, you only live once.
Lark merrily followed behind the others as Dragon led them down a narrow path which slipped down the cliff face to the beach. It was probably only a hundred yards walk but most of them were looking rather blue by the time they hit the shore.
Blue enough that the well-dressed, heavily clothed naval personnel that greeted them just stared in horror.
“C…c…cold,” Lark said.
Instantly one of the men, a lieutenant she thought, dashed forwards and very nicely wrapped his coat around her. All about her the other sailors began to do the same for the other women.
“Thank you,” she smiled at the man. Oooh, he had those wonderful, deep dark eyes. She found herself snuggling closer…for the warmth.
His beautiful eyes popped open even wider when her poor little frozen fingers found something nice and hard and hot tucked neatly upright under his clothes.
“Ahem,” he cleared his throat. “I suspect we might be able to make you ladies a little more comfortable when we get onboard.” He suggested.
“Oh, yes,” Lark agreed, giving him a playful squeeze. “Being comfortable would be much appreciated.
That decided the sailors quickly carried them and put them onboard the small inflatable, being careful not to get them wet in the icy sea waters. She did feel sorry for the poor sailors, having to step into the freezing water to lift them into the boats. The men didn’t seem to mind though, as they all warmed up fairly quickly by sitting next to at least one of the girls. The lieutenant made sure she was by his side at all times.
One of the sailors, somehow, managed to get the small outboard motor running and navigated the small craft back out to sea. What he was thinking, Lark had no idea, though having Fox’s hand situated around his groin area and doing interesting things might have contributed a little to his rather weave-like route.
Not to mention it probably helped cause the rather large bump which indicated they’d hit the transport ship in question.
A bump large enough to tip the inflatable over and have them all tossed into the ocean.
“Not again…” Dragon moaned.
In the first few moments of hitting the water Lark noticed two very pertinent details.
A. The ship they’d be traveling in was actually a submarine.
B. If she were a man, her balls would have frozen off…
Well, here I am, Wolf felt overwhelmed with a flood of self-pity. Once again tossed to the side in the event of an exciting mission and given the extremely boring job of escorting a bunch of dull male types on a string of pointless journey’s just so they didn’t get to be part of the exciting mission.
Wow, gee, how much more exciting could that get.
She stood just inside the door of the jet on a small airstrip somewhere in the backwoods near Florence, Italy. The only building here looked a little like an enlarged outhouse, with windows instead of a heart shaped hole in the door.
And now she was just waiting on, she checked the manifesto, ten boring old farts to come waddling out of the outhouse and struggle up the twenty five steps it took to get into the jet proper. Then she’d have to feed, drink and—God forbid—probably even flirt with them to make them forget about joining the mission currently taking place in the South Pole.
Not to mention they were running late. Ten minutes so far. Another five and she swore she’d get out her beach gear and go fly off to the Mediterranean for a while.
The door finally opened and Wolf felt a sense of relief, thank goodness she’d be able to get started on something soon.
As her guests stepped out of the tiny building, one by one, she stopped what she was doing, staring as they crossed the airstrip and climbed the stairs up to her, walking casually into the aircraft as if they owned the place.
As she picked up her jaw and firmly put it back into place she found herself staring at the gang of movie quality hot bods. Each bod, unfortunately, covered by a suit. Damn, but wouldn’t she like to see these guys naked. They were talking amongst themselves in Italian, some of them looking at her now and then.
Hopefully they were thinking the same thing about her that she’d been thinking about them.
Oh, Mother of Mercy, she fanned herself as they began to take off their jackets and ties. Laying them down over one of the spare seats. One of them, he had to be Johnny Depp’s brother, walked over to her.
“Sorry to be late,” he apologized. “Are we ready?”
Wolf felt her herself moisten. So close she could almost kiss him!
“Yes,” she answered, struggling to breathe. “Yes, we’re ready. I’ll go and let the pilot know we can take them off…take off, yes.”
She quickly hurried away before the HUNK could question her slip of the tongue. Oooh, tongue, slip…
Aargh. Couldn’t she think straight for at least a moment. What was she doing now? Oh yes, taking them off for the pilot…
It was when it got into your panties that it was really icky. Fox decided. Especially after the nice navy man had gotten her so warm and hot down there, having the icy water seep into it added a kind of torturous pleasure. She was shivering within moments because of it.
“Hang on, just one second,” there was a splash beside her and something fastened around her, underneath her shoulders. In less than a minute she was up on the…the submarine! Kewl!
“Quickly, we’ve got to go down on her.” One of her rescuers said.
“You mean down with her?” Another asked.
Her first devilishly handsome, and most eminently suitable rescuer gave her a heart pumping smile and cheeky wink. “Well, that too,” he agreed.
Fox suddenly felt all warm between her legs again.
She didn’t struggle as they helped her down the hatchway and into the sailor’s quarters. And especially didn’t struggle when they dragged her sodden, freezing clothes from her. Other than to complain about how cold she felt as they wrapped blankets around her.
“I wonder if she has hypothermia yet?” One of the guys asked, they were all giving her delicious massages on various parts of her body.
“No, I don’t think so,” she said, teeth chattering. At least she didn’t think it was hypothermia.
Then looked up blinking as her first rescuer stood before her, naked and definitely flying at full mast.
“Wow,” she said. “Where did that thing come from?”
“Best cure for hypothermia,” her savior explained. “Snuggling up in blankets and soft covers with a warm, naked body.”
Fox licked her lips, her nipples tingling—from the cold, yes, from the cold.
“I’ve got hypothermia, definitely.” She looked at all the other men, noticing their harder than rock erections. She wondered just how long they’d been at sea with, ah, no female companions. “I’ve got hypothermia really, really bad,” she added.
The men surrounding her grinned.
Somehow she’d ended up with the Captain. Not that Lark was going to complain too much. He didn’t have quite the deep, desirous eyes of the lieutenant but when she ran her hands over his flesh, hmm, the feel of strong muscles under skin was just, yum. Something that made her body tingle.
“Are you sure this is the best cure for hypothermia,” she asked, still amazed that she’d ended up in the captain’s bed within moments of entering his cabin. Both of them naked of course. “And are you sure I was going into hypothermia.”
“Yes, and yes.” He answered confidently. “After all, look how stiff this poor little thing is,” he plucked her nipple making it ring with intensely sharp sensations. “It must be frozen, poor thing, I’ll need to warm it up.”
Lark almost screamed as his hot mouth closed over it, his tongue and teeth doing things which made spikes of lust strike through her, to reach every bit of her body.
“That looks better,” he said.
All Lark could see was that it was bigger and harder, but he was the expert in these things, she guessed.
“I, I think the other one is even colder,” she told him.
The captain grinned, obligingly warming her cold peak. This time she did give a little scream, or a squeak to be more precise. The sensations made her far too breathless to scream.
With a quick movement he was suddenly on top of her, between her legs, his erection pressing hard against her clit. Each little movement he made blinding her as her body jerked and spasmed in anticipation.
“And we mustn’t forget,” he dipped his mouth to hers, swamping them in a warm, devouring kiss.
Lark’s breath caught, frozen, as her lips continued to mesh with his, and his penis slipped slowly into her, filling her as his kiss captured her soul. Only when he was finally in, all the way to the hilt—when her sex had completely enveloped his, did the wondrous kiss end.
“We mustn’t forget,” he repeated, beginning a slow thrusting that was driving her crazy while bringing her slowly to ecstasy. “To warm you up from the inside as well.”
Relaxing, and now totally warm inside and out, Lark took a long look at the man who had saved her life from hypothermia.
“Just how long does it take to get to the target zone from here?” she asked.
“A week,” he said. “Possibly two, maybe even longer if we develop engine problems, have to do at-sea repairs…”
“Ouch,” Lark said, tilting her head to one side. “I think I just heard the engine fall out.”
The captain looked at her and grinned. “You know, I do believe you’re right.”
Wolf was beginning to sweat. Well, could you blame her, being this close to ten of the hottest men in the world, all of them, she was almost certain, sporting hard-on’s that would make a decent stallion jealous.
On top of which, a few in-flight brandies had made the in-flight conversation skew to the, uh, rather risqué.
Well, risqué, maybe not. But hearing how Alfonso, step by step, seduced his latest conquest with no censorship at all, would make any red-blooded woman hot.
And she had a feeling they knew it too. After all they’d been flying now for nearly ten hours.
It was with a kind of relief when the pilot came out and made his way towards her. Obviously with some kind of report to give.
“Madam Wolf,” he spoke softly in a French accent that, if she’d been wearing panties, would have talked them off her in a moment flat. “Is bad news, yes. The vessel taking your team to the Antarctic has it a few problems, is likely to be delayed a few weeks.”
“Damn,” Wolf whispered back. “Weeks? How am I going to delay these guys for weeks?” She sighed then shook her head. “Okay, how long can you keep the jet flying before you need to land for fuel?”
He looked at her, surprised. “Did they not tell you, Madam. This is the special nuclear powered jet. She can fly for five years without stopping for fuel.”
“Really? Oh my gosh, how wonderful.” Wolf started to think fast. How could she use this to her advantage? “It has an autopilot, yes.”
“The most efficient in the world, Madam.”
“We might need to engage that then, and pretend that you’ve had some kind of accident and can’t land the plane.”
“It is already engaged, Madam, and it—“
The airplane suddenly flipped over and back again, bouncing around in a rather large airpocket. When it straightened out Wolf found herself upside down in one of the seats, in her usual, unfortunate position.
“Is it? Could it possibly be…?” One of the HUNKs asked.
“No, surely not. She looks so different.”
“I’ll bet you fifty thousand lira it is.”
“But, she looks so familiar and so, different.”
“Ah, let me try something.”
Wolf blushed bright red as gentle fingers toyed with her pubic hair and removed the sunglasses.
“Ah, magnifico, it is her.”
“At last, all these months…”
“Success comrades, success.”
Wolf gulped as strong hands lifted her up, but didn’t turn her the right way up. Instead they pulled her skirt off so they could look at her face.
One of the HUNKs did a delicious slow lick from her ankle to the inside of her thigh which nearly had her dying from delight.
“We hope you don’t mind,” another HUNK said as he slowly unbuttoned her top, and freed her breasts before gently cupping them and playing with her nipple.
Mind? Wolf thought. Only if they stopped doing what they’re doing.
“It’s just, we’ve been searching for you for months. Ever since we first saw you on YouTube.”
“You are the perfect woman.” Another agreed. “Absolutely perfect.”
They began to drop their pants and shirts, one by one. Wolf noted, with pleasure, that not a one of them wore underwear either.
“So, I’m afraid we’re going to have to ravish you,” Johnny Depp look-alike apologized.
Suddenly there were tongues and mouths everywhere, feasting on her breasts, her thighs, sex, neck… the flood of overpowering pleasure, while hanging upside down, was almost enough to make her faint.
“No problem,” she managed to mumble somewhere in the onslaught. “It’s my pleasure. It’s definitely my pleasure…”
It was cold, and bright, too bright for weather that could freeze a soul in less than an hour. Not to mention it would stay bright for far too long this far south. Omniscient Otter looked at her traveling companion, Dragon. The First Under the Supreme One on Top had been quiet, with a huge grin plastered over her face, ever since they’d been rescued by the submarine crew.
Not that Otter suspected she, herself, looked any different. It had certainly been an, uhm, interesting mission so far.
Now the hard work was beginning, unfortunately. Armed only with stunners, a few stun grenades, a couple of powered snowboards and a lot of gumption, she and Dragon had to travel seventy miles across snow and ice to neutralize the SPLAT base’s southernmost defense system. For some strange reason it had been placed in the middle of a known penguin field.
Penguins, ugh, cute things? No way! At least not as far as Otter was concerned. She’d had way too many nightmares of the things since her little brother had dressed up as one, one Halloween, along with blood spattered chain saw and a severed head.
This was not going to be a pleasant mission.
“Come on,” she called to Dragon, activating the gps and setting her snowboard in the right direction. “Let’s get this little caper over with.”
“Right,” Dragon agreed. “But, hey, let’s try and keep away from water, okay?”
“What do you think?” Lark turned to her comrades as they all huddled together, lying on the snow and ice ridge a hundred yards away from the small research shack.
This was supposed to be the huge SPLAT base they had to infiltrate.
“It looks kinda small,” Lynx agreed. “Typical of a man, pretending it’s bigger than it is.”
“True,” Fox added. “But SPLAT is full of surprises.”
“Wonder how Wolf is doing?” Lynx said. “I can’t imagine what it’s like trying to keep a bunch of boring officials happy for weeks on end.”
“I’m sure she’ll grin and bear it,” Fox told her. “She’s a tough old gal when it comes down to it.”
“We’ll have to take her out on the town when this is over to thank her.” Lark decided. “Make sure she gets a chance to see some action, you know what I mean.”
“I’m still waiting to see some action,” Fox moaned.
Lark laughed. “Well, I don’t think you’ll have to wait much longer.” And pointed to the shack.
Three rather yummy looking men had just stepped out and were doing intriguing things to a large metal device a few yards from the door.
“Well, let’s go and introduce ourselves,” Fox stood up, adjusting her hair to make sure it looked “just right.” “It’ll be better than freezing our tits off out here, don’tchathink?”
Lark shrugged, having no better plan than that how could she argue.
All three women, quickly checking hair and make-up, made their way down from the ridge and walked the short distance to the, now, very interested men.
Lark was most definitely interested in the blond one. He appeared, well, very nicely developed. And it had been, what, ooh, almost twelve hours since she’d been with the captain. And a girl had to look after her needs, you know. It was a tough world out there if you didn’t.
“Hi guys,” she introduced herself when they were close enough to speak. “My and my friends well, we’re just out for a stroll and was wondering if, maybe, you might have a restroom or something?”
“Onde fêz vêm de.” Blond cast a puzzled look to his friends.
“Nenhuma idéia, mas whoa, olham quentes!” The shorter, chestnut haired one responded.
Hmm, it dawned on Lark that maybe there may be a language communication problem here. Perhaps a little sign language would be helpful. She started to mine the actions of going to the bathroom, washing her hands and so on.
“Restroom, go pee, relief…” she said, hoping that maybe at least one word would be understood in all that.
“Está dizendo-a quer quente, sexo de sopro da mente?” The dark haired man looked at her lustfully, licking his lips.
“Hey, este one' mina de s,” Blond snapped at the dark haired guy. “I' m que vai fodê-la até seu cérebro explode.” He grinned at her, offering his hand.
Bingo! The universal offer of friendship! Lark took the man’s hand, then gasped as she was suddenly pulled in for a searing, lust-filled kiss.
Fox and Lynx were similarly accosted.
“Holy molasses,” Fox ran her hand over the chestnut haired man's crotch. “I think I’ve found the South Pole.”
“Whoa,” Lynx said, feeling a similar sensation as her groin was crushed against Blondie’s. “I think we might need some protection from these guys.”
All three men suddenly stopped and looked at Lynx, then at each other. Then, grinning, all of them pulled a condom out of their pockets.
Lynx smiled, rubbing herself against her man.
“You know what, Lark? I think these guys speak our language.”
Caviar hors d'oeuvres and champagne breakfast was ideal. Wolf shifted comfortably, well, as comfortably as possible after, gosh, how many days of constant sex with a bunch of insatiable HUNKs.
“How many days have we been flying now?” She asked Pierre, the pilot, now naked and perhaps the most wonderfully endowed of all the men, was doing things to her nipples that would have made a nun’s toes curl.
“Twenty five days, Madam.” He gave her a sharp nip with his teeth, which sent a jolt through her that nearly made her lose all her breakfast.
Several hands gently eased her back to the floor placed all the food back on her body, and, immediately, half a dozen mouths began to munch on her again.
Oh, yes, caviar and champagne for breakfast was simply divine. Especially when she was the platter…
“I don’t like the look of this,” Otter said as Dragon placed the last couple of explosive devices on the defense silos they’d found.
“Don’t like the look of what?” Dragon asked.
“I don’t like the look of the way those penguins are looking at us.”
Dragon looked up as she finished her work. “They’re just penguins,” she said.
“I don’t know, they look, well, rather un-penguin like to me.”
“You know, you seem like you don’t like penguins.” Dragon said. “Personally I think they’re kinda cute.”
“All of them?” Otter asked.
“All of them,” Dragon stated emphatically.
“Even the ones with the miniature machine guns?”
“Even the ones with the…what?”
Otter looked in horror as several dozen of the ugly black and white things stood up, machine guns in hand, and started wobbling, very robot-like, in their direction.
“Maybe it’s time for us to leave.” Dragon suggested, thrusting Otter’s snowboard in her face.
“Uh, yeah,” Otter agreed, somehow managing to set the board up, switch the motor on and start it zigzagging across the snow. All around her small fountains of snow and ice shot into the air as tiny bullets peppered the landscape around them.
“I always knew I hated penguins,” Otter said. “You can never trust a bird which can’t fly.”
“Just keep sliding,” Dragon told her. “Maybe we’ll find some shelter over where those cliffs are.”
Otter saw the tall, white ice cliffs, towering over the plain, probably a distant of four or five miles. Behind them the penguins had stopped firing, mainly because they were now all lying on their tummies and paddling themselves along at a breakneck speed with their feet.
“Full power,” Otter yelled to Dragon, “or we’re never going to make it.”
Slapping her heels onto the controls she set the snowboard motor to full strength, then nearly fell off backwards at the sudden acceleration. It was working though. When she looked back, the small figures of the penguins were getting smaller and smaller.
Now, hopefully they could lose them soon.
As they neared the ice cliffs, Otter could see a fairly large cave entrance nearby. Not a perfect hideout, but it would give them some cover if they were forced to fight the penguins.
“I’m heading for the cave,” she told Dragon, sending up a sheet of snow and ice as she swerved the board in that direction.
“Roger,” Dragon joined her a few moments later.
She did wonder, for a moment, about a cave being out here, in this peculiar set of circumstances. But decided that sometimes it was stupid to question good fortune in bad circumstances.
She reached the cave mouth within minutes of seeing it and tried to brake, but the snow in front of it had become so glassy and icy that the board just skidded on taking her right into the cave and throwing her, face first, into a steaming hot pool of crystal clear water.
With a yell and a squeal, she heard Dragon follow right after.
Fortunately it wasn’t too deep, and Otter was able to stand on the bottom and still have her head above water. She cleared her eyes, blinked and looked around at the well lit cavern, and the two dozen hunky naked men sitting around the sides looking at them with both heads fully erect and alert.
“Oh no, not again,” Dragon moaned.
Lark was impressed with the Tardis impersonation. It may have looked like a squinty old hut on the outside but inside the complex was huge, and she wasn’t just talking about the erections.
So far over fifty men had joined them in the, what could only be described as, huge sports hall.
“I’ve got to go rescue the prince,” Otter told the others. They’d pretty much determined that no one here could speak English. “Will you be able to handle all these guys.”
“Mmmph!” Fox nodded, as much as she was able to. Lynx, she couldn’t see under the pink mass of bodies but she thought she heard a “Yes! Please!”
Taking that as an okay Lark mimed, again, to one of the men for a restroom. This time, thank heavens, he seemed to understand and motioned “out of the door right, right, left, right, left, left, right, up, one, two, three, left, right, down.”
Lark, nodded. She smiled and left the room and the hot, sweaty bodies grinding away in delicious ecstasy behind her. Nope, she refused to think about it, she had gorgeous butt, Prince Humbdub, to find and well, introduce herself too.
Actually, in spite of the fact the entire underground complex was huge and very maze-like, getting around wasn’t difficult at all. All the employees, she guessed, were currently entertained in the sports hall as everywhere she went the place was totally devoid of life.
No women worked here either, since all the restrooms she passed were specifically for men. Well, that made her job so much easier too.
She wandered past the nuclear stockpile warehouse, the chemical weapons factory and the biological warfare labs. Nope, nothing interesting to report there. She did find an odd looking tube of water based lubricant that she thought might be handy at some point. One of those that promised ultimate delights with a humming, warming, tingling ultra-sensitizing sensation. Though she had to wander around holding it since, having not a stitch of clothing on her, all of her pockets had vanished.
She also passed by a room full of, would you believe, wind up penguins. Geesh, who’d have thought SPLAT, the “we wanna kill all human life” terrorists would have a thing for toy penguins.
Maybe it was just a local thing, what with the South Pole being a near neighbor and all. It did seem downright peculiar though.
Still, putting her disconcerting thoughts behind her, she began to search the last and lowest floor of the complex.
This would be the one the Prince was on, of course. They always made it like that in the movies.
Damn, Lark had a horrifying thought. She wasn’t wearing panties…she was a prime target for YouTube!
Swearing that she’d put on the next pair of panties she could find she continued into the dimly lit corridors of the complex basement.
Somewhere in here SPLAT was holding Humbdub for devious, nefarious purposes. And Lark was going to give him his release, in more ways than one if she got her way.
She allowed herself a wicked grin as she remembered the photos of him by the palace swimming pool.
Oooh, that smooth, tasty skin just waiting to be licked and nibbled.
Something down the corridor made a little whimpering noise. Lark listened carefully. Yes, the third door on the right. That had to be the one.
And who else could it be, she thought, given that Fox and Lynx were keeping tabs, and everything else, on the rest of the men in the base.
Sneaking carefully along, making sure none of the other rooms were occupied, she listened once more outside the door.
Yes, definitely, someone inside.
Carefully she opened the door, peering inside she let the door slip open wider, staring in amazement at the view before her.
Well, she’d found her panties alright—they barely covered the huge dick that Humbdub was sporting.
Wolf could barely stand, walk, think…
Around her the HUNKs weren’t even fatigued, all of them still hard and ready to go. They’d oiled her, massaged her, eaten her for dinner breakfast and lunch, played an interesting sort of tag with her. In fact she couldn’t think of a single thing they hadn’t done with her.
“How long have we been airborne now?” she asked Pierre as HUNK number five began to do something interesting down there with a bunch of ice cubes.
“Four weeks now, Madam,” he said proudly. “Never before has this model flown so long without the engine failing.”
“Uhm,” a chill tingle of warning sent a tremor through her. “Engine failure, but you said it could fly for years…”
“Ah, in theory Madam,” Pierre grinned, nibbling nicely at her neck. “But the engine tends to overheat.”
A loud claxon began to hammer throughout the interior of the plane.
“Like about now?” she asked.
Pierre, pale faced looked at the other worried men.
“Like about now,” he agreed. “But do not worry Madam, we may have only five minutes until the plane destructs, but we have the handy parachutes, yes.”
“Of course,” Wolf sighed to herself. “Fate has to be what it has to be.” She reached over and snagging the sunglasses from their place on a nearby seat, neatly pinned them back in place over her mons. “Let’s go get on the YouTube again…”
Lark stared at the handsome hunk strung out before her. Hung from the ceiling by chains attached to his wrists, and ankle clamps keeping his feet well spread apart he was naked, except for the bright red lacy panties, and looked even more delectable than the photographs had made him.
“Nooo! Take it away, I can’t take another naked woman!”
“You’re gay!” she said. “What a damn waste.”
“That all depends, young lady, on where your own proclivities lie.”
Lark spun to face the intruder, recognizing instantly Evil Twin number eight-the gay one.
“So this, it…, Humbdub wasn’t kidnapped at all.”
“Of course not,” Number eight flicked his laser whip from one side to the other in the most evil way he could. “But his parents would never have let him come and stay with me any other way.”
He flicked the whip again, accidently slicing off his ear and nearly parting the prince from his crown jewels.
“Ow, that hurts,” he whined.
Lark seized the moment. Cupping her hand just so, she did a quick spin, flip and jab. Eight’s whine went all the way to a stunned howl as he stared at the point where Lark’s hand met his groin.
“Better start counting those pickled peppers,” she said, snatching the whip from his hands and dashing out of the door before he could respond.
“You won’t get far,” he squeaked. “My friends Mildred and Henry are waiting for you.”
Lark didn’t care, she could handle two people without any problem at all…
…though she didn’t expect to see this kind of mess back in the sports hall.
“We forgot,” fox pointed at all the debris littering the floor and walls. “SPLAT uses androids for staff, they kinda explode when they get too excited.”
“Not all of them are androids,” Lark waved her whip. “Evil Twin Number Eight told me he was setting Henry and Mildred after us.”
Lark began to worry when Fox and Lynx grew pale.
“Henry and Mildred?” Lynx asked.
“Uhm, yes.” Lark confirmed. “Should I be a little worried about that?”
Fox and Lynx began gathering their clothes and throwing them on.
“Let’s just find the others and get out of here,” Lynx said. “While we still have a chance.”
Deciding that maybe experienced heads might be wiser Lark followed suit, except, where the hell were her panties…?
It was a frantic, if pantyless dressing session but all three agents were finally ready to brave the big outside world. All of them armed with, probably useless, stunners.
“Well, duh,” Fox said. “We can always just snowboard back to the pick up site. They’ll never catch us like that.”
Feeling happier with their chances Lark led them back to the surface, laser whip at the ready and snowboard switched on and humming, ready for action.
To be greeted by a thousand armed android penguins, all with their own miniature snowboard. Two of them sporting freshly painted and gleaming chainsaws.
“We’re doomed,” Lark said.
It just fricking had to be here didn’t it. Wolf muttered to herself. One naked woman, moi, parachuting down into the middle of the Yankee’s new stadium in the middle of the final of the world series. Inconspicuous, not!
Goodness knows what had happened to the men. Some moments after the plane had made its own little mushroom cloud in the sky she’d been blown way off course from the rest of them and here she was, Network television all the way, baby.
Furball was never going to let her forget this. Ever.
“Cavalry to the rescue!”
Lark looked up, scarcely believing her eyes. Otter and Dragon were leading a platoon of interesting men into the midst of the hideous android horde.
All of them armed with Super Soakers every target they hit sparked, shorted and exploded gratifyingly. Loading up on their snowboards, catching the extra weapons the men had brought along, Lark and the others joined in the play.
“You know, I’ll never look at water pistols the same again,” she confided to Otter.
“Hot springs,” Otter sighed. “All you need is a hot spring and the International Male Sauna Olympics Decathlon Team.”
They had a team for that? Okay… Lark decided, that was not a place to go.
It took a little while for the battle to be over. Henry and Mildred managed to affect an escape by simply cutting their way through the ice to the ocean below.
When they finally achieved their goal and arrived back at the pick up site, the long summer sun of the south was just about to go below the horizon.
Lark greeted the captain of their submarine with a sense of relief, a smile and, well, something else that she saved for later. She knew it would be at least a seven week journey to get them home again.
Whatever it was, the tube of stuff was amazing.
They all sat nervously around the couch room, except for Dragon who’d soon appear as her famed silhouette on the screen before them.
“Hey Wolf,” Fox said. “Looks like you’ve got some serious competition here.”
“Eh?” Wolf looked over at Fox’s laptop, shocked.
There it was—her infamous entrance into the Yankees world series final.
“Wow, would you look at her,” Lynx added. “And so far she’s got twice as many hits as any of your YouTube movies.”
“Really?” Wolf tried to remain casual.
“Who is she?” Otter asked, pushing Wolf aside. “Does anyone know?”
“Just says mysterious lady making her debut at the Yankees. Other than that no one knows, she vanished before the cops could catch her.”
Wolf stepped carefully back from the couch. Maybe she would be lucky this time…
Suddenly the lights in the room dimmed and the screen was backlit. The famous Furball and Dragon silhouettes appeared on the screen.
“Congratulations ladies, very well done. Using the information you've garnered on the Prince we’ve been able to, uhm, solicit… acquire more funds from his parents—ah, government—in order to aid our mission to secure the safety of the world. For that you will all be receiving a bonus check to enable a short vacation anywhere you’d like.”
“Anywhere we’d like in the world?” Lark squeaked happily.
“Uhm, well, anywhere you’d like in Louisville, Kentucky. But I’m sure you’ll find something exciting to do there. You should all congratulate yourselves.”
There was a rather lame attempt at group applause.
“And Wolf, you have excelled. Indeed, excelled. Our friends, the HUNKs have praised you for their excellent penetration training missions and would like to thank you by offering a short stay to share your skills with other HUNKs over at their offices in Florence, Italy. I have sent the invite and relevant papers to your home. There wasn’t even a teeny little mention in there about the SPLAT mission they missed. Excellent work.”
The screen went black and everyone stared grumpily at Wolf.
“Hey, maybe I’ll ask and see if I can bring some friends along,” she offered, there were a lot of HUNKs to go around. Besides, she could afford to be generous, now she wasn’t famous on YouTube.