CHAPTER TWO: Infiltration
"Nothing here Frost." Thompson had completed his search of Melissa and was heading towards Kimmy's tiny corpse.
"Stephy isn't much help either." I replied while completing a very thorough search of her nude, still warm corpse..
"Yeah, maybe check her desk instead of her tits." Rachel sneered.
"She might have a security imprint somewhere." I explained while gently releasing Stephy's cantaloupe sized breasts.
"Yeah right," Rachel scoffed. "Well on to the mission's next phase." Our female commando untied her boots, ripped off her belt and let her pants fall to the floor. I took an inappropriately long look at her thin, athletic legs.
"Nice, lieutenant." I blurted out.
"Hand me Stephy's blouse," Rachel commanded while stepping into the dead woman's skirt.
"Next phase?" Thompson asked while rolling Kimmy onto her stomach.
"Phase two rookie", I answered. "Infiltrate and blind the snake."
"Right," Rachel continued. "I have to wriggle my ass into HARPI slutwear and clear the way to our next objective, the surveillance room. We just haven't figured out what they use for keycards."
"Maybe it's vocal?" Thompson suggested while massaging Kimmy's twin, grapefruit sized ass cheeks.
"Maybe," Rachel unzipped her coat revealing a pair of healthy D cups framed by a sheer, nude bra. "If so, we're in trouble." The busty commando buttoned up Stephy's blouse, hid a dagger in her skirt and slipped into the dead Korean girl's heels. "Alright Frost, you and Thompson hole up here while I do some scouting."
Rachel clip-clopped out leaving Thompson and I with five, naked corpses. "Guard the door," I instructed. "I need to get the girls here out of sight." I walked over to Madeline's crumpled up corpse and began pulling the boots off her long, beautiful legs.
Rachel snuck along the hallway to a locked door with a small, double paned window. "This must be it." The female commando snuck a look through the glass and yes, there were maybe seven or eight girls there stationed at monitors while wearing the kind of casual slutwear HARPI expects. "No uniforms? That's strange." Rachel pondered. The door was heavily armored with a strange locking device located about waist high up the wall. Could it be a card reader; a fingerprint reader or maybe even an oddly placed retina scanner. As Rachel contemplated her next move, she could here a clip clopping getting closer. "Time to turn on the bimbo." Rachel smiled.
(Meanwhile at the office.)
With a swish the door swung open and a young, tall, slender brunette, Sandy according to her name tag, strode in. She was definitely in her teens, tall, maybe five foot seven with a very narrow body. If Thompson were to put his bayonet sideways on her navel, there would easily be three inches of blade and hilt sticking out of each side. She was barely wearing a tight, white bodyshirt tied up extra high and snug, a full four inches above her belly button. An emblem of glittering, red lips garnished her full, round b cups. Tiny, tight jean shorts clutched her belly some five inches beneath her navel showing off the kind of long, skinny legs that only tall girls can boast of. Her spiky, pink high heels completed a very pleasant presentation. Thompson gulped.
"Stephy, we've found some irregularities with your figures..." Sandy lifted her eyes and saw the naked carnage in front of her as well as the two armed soldiers who must've caused it. A hand fell over her beautiful, red lips before she could scream. Another hand clutched her bare belly.
I rushed over to the teen wriggling in Thompson's grasp and passed my bayonet over her long, naked belly. The girl's eyes went wide, her hands flew straight up in surrender and I could hear a muffled gulp. Sandy's young navel was visible between Thompson's thumb and pointer. "Nice," I whispered and slid the blade partially into the teenage HARPI's exposed navel.
"Captain, shouldn't we get some information from Sandy before we gut her?" Thompson suggested.
"Of course," I replied. "Hey Sandy, if you scream, your navel will be eating my blade up to the hilt. Nod if you understand."
The young girl quickly nodded.
"Okay Thompson, let her talk." I said.
"Oh my God, Oh my God," The terrified teen babbled. "You, you guys are a counterterror strke force and you killed all the girls in here, right?"
"Yes,"
"Jesus! And now you're going to kill me? A guy's just going to stab me through my naked belly button and kill me?" Sandy was leaning back against Thompson forcing her stomach out in an arch like she was presenting her long lean belly to me. "Do you like stabbing us pretty teenage girls through our belly buttons?"
"It's just a job." I growled. "Your navel is nothing more than a target of opportunity."
"Sure," she smiled. "Every guy who's kissed or fingered my belly button has said that. Are you going to kill all my friends in the surveillance room?"
"Part of our mission is to eliminate every HARPI agent we encounter." Thompson informed.
"Even me?" Sandy pouted.
"Afraid so," I answered. "But first we need to get into the surveillance room. Do you have a code or keycard or something?"
"No, that's not how it works." Sandy whispered. "Oh Jesus," the teenager in microshorts had reached down and was fondling Thompson's groin. "Oh my God soldier boy, you are fully erect! I've never felt anything so hard. I think you're wanting to penetrate me with something other than a big rifle knife." I could hear her sigh.
"First, how do we get into the surveillance room!" I demanded.
"Oh, look at you Captain, I can see your boner from here." She cooed, "Do you really think you two are going to be able to kill a room full of hot girls in skimpy clothing while tripping over your erections?"
I found it hard to speak but I could see Thompson reaching under her shirt and grabbing a softball sized breast.
Sandy bit her lip and exhaled.
"Her nipples are stiff Captain, she's not faking it." Thompson said. "This girl has a bayonet in her navel and she's turned on."
"Common reaction among HARPI agents." I answered. "It's called the slut response. Her body is reacting to male dominance and the threat of being penetrated."
"Okay guys, whatever, I'm a slut. First time I've heard that one." Sandy batted her eyes. "Still, you've got some problems here..." she stroked Thompson's erection. "and I happen to have a solution." Sandy slowly unzipped her itty bitty shorts and helped them down her thighs. a sliver of underwear was wrapped around her hips concealing nothing of the skinny girl's cooch. I felt sweat dribble down my face. I slowly slid my blade down her belly to her groin, pulled down the pink sliver of underwear and inserted the blade into her girlhood.
"First you give me the codes!" I choked out.
"Ha ha," Sandy knew she was in control. "No, first I take care of you two and then we talk about codes." In no time the slender girl's shirt was untied and pulled over her head revealing two round, firm breasts topped with swollen, pink nipples.
"My God," I said and lowered my rifle.
"Take a seat Captain," Sandy whispered and pushed me back into a chair. She eagerly unzipped my fatigues and her small hands quickly pulled out my fully erect snake. Without hesitation the naked girl's lips were on my cock. In the meantime I could see that Sandy had presented a target for my new recruit. She was fully bent over, her long, slender legs parted and locked. Her bare, cantaloupe sized ass cheeks framed the heavenly triangle of her young womanhood. Thompson couldn't stop himself.
(Meanwhile in the hallway)
The young woman walking towards Rachel (Lena according to her nametag) was a beautiful, teen latina with silver/blonde hair and bright red lips. She was wearing a red pullover that ended a couple inches above her navel and tiny jean shorts that cupped her belly at two inches below her navel. The black high heels accentuated her long, beautiful legs. Lena was carrying a small tray of coffees.
Lena
"Oh my God, hello, you're Stephy?" She greeted.
"Yeah, totes, I'm so totally locked out of surveillance," Rachel bimboed. "Can you like help me?"
"Weird, the only Stephy I know is the office manager down the hall." Lena looked suspicious.
"Yeah, like everyone's calling me 'white' Stephy, so could you do a sister a solid and help?" Rachel smiled broadly. "Oh cute top!"
"Thanks, well let me help you," Lena smiled back and put down her tray of coffee. "It happens to all of us sometimes." The young latina looked into Rachel's belly button the opened a coffee cup and dipped in a napkin. "This might be hot." She warned and poked the wet napkin into Rachel's navel. The commando grimaced at her navel getting scalded while stabbed with a sharp nail but she bit her lip and held it together. Lena poked her nail deep into the girl's navel, gave the napkin a couple of tight twists that forced Rachel to grunt and sent a tingle through her body.
"That should do it." Lena smiled. "But I don't like wasting coffee." with that, the HARPI agent dropped to her skinny knees and shoved her lips against Rachel's belly button. Before she could object, Lena's tongue was deep in the commando's navel, licking and tasting each tiny crevasse. Rachel was shaking at this sudden violation, sweat dripped down her face and she could feel something dribbling down her leg The blond wrapped her arms tightly around Rachel's butt and pulled her in. The female assassin could only stare at this teenage girl frantically french kissing her navel while groping her ass. Should she kill her? Lena retrieved her lips while panting heavily. She flashed her beautiful, brown eyes at the bewildered commando, softly kissed her navel twice, squeezed her ass and sighed.
"Mmmmm vanilla espresso." She licked her lips dreamily. "You're stomach is so hard, more like a soldier than a secretary." Lena mused.
"I do hella crunches." Rachel bimboed. "I like to look good for work."
"Well it works." Lena exhaled while stroking Rachel's belly.
"So I can get in now?"
"Let's see." Lena grabbed Rachel's hips and turned her belly towards the scanner.
"Oh, a belly button scanner." Rachel said.
"Yes, a belly button is like a fingerprint," Lena explained, "and this way we can trigger the lock with our hands full. But... shouldn't you know that?"
"So that's why none of you cover your navels." Rachel realized.
"None of US cover OUR navels, right?" Lena looked suspicious. "Well, let's test it."
"Not right now, I've got totes paperwork..." Rachel babbled.
With a push, Rachel was in front of the door. A green light searched for, found and then scanned her athletic navel. "NOT IN DATABASE" came the stern reply.
"I knew it!" Lena stepped back shaking.
(Meanwhile at the office.)
Sandy's young, pink lips were desperately wrestling with Thompson's mouth. The young recruit was fondling the enemy agent's firm, round breasts while engaged in a very passionatel make out session. Sandy was stroking Thompson's erection while riding my cock. "Ughhhh... Ohhhhh" she gently grunted. The young brunette gazed up at Thompson with large, doe eyes.
"Are you sure you want to kill me Thompson?" She whispered.
"No, no I don't want to kill you, it's just my job." The recruit replied.
"I'm a lot more fun alive, right?" Sandy leaned back on the Captain's cock unfolding a particularly long and naked leg in front of them. Thompson had to stroke it. Her young skin was intoxicating. "Maybe you can think of a way to keep my pretty, fun body alive?"
"No can do Sandy," I answered. "Chances are once Rachel gets back she'll personally shove a bayonet through your navel." I emphasized this statement with a deep poke in her shallow belly hole.
"Ouch." Sandy rubbed her small navel. "Right through my belly button? But I've got such a pretty belly button."
"Well there's a whole treasure trove of vital organs in here," Thompson cupped her young stomach. "and your pretty belly button is just the perfect target."
"Yeah, imagine twenty one inches of steel plunged through your navel and into your soft innards." I demonstrated with two fingers in her belly hole. "Just a bit of slicing, twisting and bye, bye Sandy."
"Is that okay Thompson?" Sandy tenderly slid her lips across his before kissing him. "Are you really going to be okay with losing all this?" The pretty brunette slid Thompson's hand over her hard body to two perfect, fleshy spheres topped by firm, erect nipples. "Do you want to say goodbye..." She took a deep kiss. "...to me."
"Well no... but..." Thompson stammered.
"Get your shit together soldier!" I commanded. "She's HARPI and needs to die."
"Crap." exhaled the young HARPI agent.
