By: SuperBeak
ASTAROTH SECURITY ORDER 78D - DESIGNATE: SIERRA 4
ORDERS: INTEL CONFIRMS THAT HVT ALPHA IS IN AREA [REDACTED]. TARGET IS TO BE CONSIDERED HEAVILY ARMED AND HIGHLY DANGEROUS. SEEK, LOCATE, ELIMINATE.
2147 HRS - 19NOVEMBER24 - TARKHAN
Melanie took one last sip of her drink, chucking it into one of the nearby trash cans.
“Ugh… those powdered energy drinks in the ration packs are disgusting…”
“Speak for yourself.” A voice called out from the other side of the room. It was Alexandria, Melanie’s partner for this mission. “The MRE bean chili with mac? Mhmm~”
Alexandria was a very tall, damn near 7 feet, criminally gorgeous brunette. Her body had that old school bikini advertisement silhouette, perfectly large and round breasts with a butt to match. Her hair was cut short and combed over, with a bullet scar on the side of her cheek.
Melanie walked over in awe at how gorgeous her partner was, she herself wasn’t short but wasn’t massive either. An average height, redhead, with a decently fit build. Though her breast size left much to be desired, on her end at least.
“You sure you should be eating that before the fucking drop?” She said, crossing her arms. “That really doesn’t seem like a food that’d sit well.”
“I’ll be fine, Mel! Can’t fight on an empty stomach after all.” Alexandria replied, taking another spoonful.
“Whatever… finish up, briefing is in like 10 minutes then we’re wheels up.”
“Gotcha~”
Melanie walked into the briefing room, taking a seat. Alexandria followed not too far behind.
The projector whirred into life, with a loud booming voice coming from the speakers.
“Good evening, Reconnaissance Squad Sierra 4. Apologies for the short notice, but an urgent matter has come to our attention. A high value target on Astaroth Security’s hit list has appeared after a very long period of hiding.”
The projector screen showed a picture of a rough looking man, approximately 40 years of age, with scars and tattoos covering most of his facial features.
“Your mission is very simple: Get to his reported hideout, confirm that it’s him and that he’s present., laser the building so that one of our birds can come in from high altitude and bomb it.”
The projector then switched to an image of a map.
“The bomb drop will come in fast so make sure you get clear. After the bomb hits, panic will ensue. You’ve been given civilian disguises, extra rations, plenty of local currency, satellite radios and a ton of small tools and materials… Luckily for you, we have an affiliate ”
Melanie raised her hand. “I’ve got a question.”
“Speak.”
“Why do we gotta laser it? Can’t GPS guide it in?”
“I’m glad you asked, the area is outside of the combat zone. The war is in Adahnistan, your mission will be in the neighboring country Tarkhan. As such, there are a large number of civilians living there. Like a scalpel, this needs to be a precise cut.”
“One more question… why the hell are we air dropping in?”
No response.
“This’ll be a walk in the park.” Alexandria said, slapping Mel’s ass cheek.
“Ow- Hey! “
“One last thing, the part of the country of Tarkhan has a number of very weird and off-putting religious customs. We’ve given you a little guidebook, make sure to follow them so as to not get outed as foreigners.”
“Sure, sure”
The two left the briefing room, heading for the hangar.
As they walked in, the aircraft they’d be taking loomed into view. It was an old, 707 Passenger liner which had a radar dish fitted on top. The aircraft seemed rather… not airworthy, very rickety and slapped together.
“We’re seriously flying out in this hunk o’shit?” Melanie said, facepalming.
“I think it’s got charm.” Alexandria replied, rubbing a hand down the side of the aircraft.
In the air…
Melanie couldn’t hear much over the sounds of the aircraft’s engines and the wind that was engulfing them. Hell, she was barely able to hear the commands of Skykeeper in her ear piece over the wind noise.
“Remember, you guys are dropping deep into enemy territory here… this is stealth. Don’t get into any stupid firefights because there’s no back up. Got it?”
“Mel copies.” She said, looking down at the desert below. It was a clear but dark night, the night’s sky was jet black, with very few lights appearing amongst the ocean of sand.
“You ready, Mel?” Her partner, Alexandria, asked excitedly.
“Y-yeah, I’m ready to go.” She looked down again. “God, I can’t see shit. Yo Skykeeper, you sure this the right spot?”
“Yep, this is the place. Remember the mission?”
“Run me through it one last time, please?” Alexandria said, adjusting her helmet.
“Okay, We’ve got a high value target here in this town. You’ve been given pictures of him, confirm that he’s in his hideout, let us know when you’ve found him. Once you’ve got that pinpointed, you’ll laser the target so one of our birds can come in and bomb it. Clear?”
“Clear.” The two partners said, nearly in sync with each other.
The light in the cargo bay went from red to green, a buzzer going off loudly.
“See you on the other side, Mel!”
Alexandria jumped, disappearing into the night sky.
“Whew… here goes nothing…” Taking one final breath, Melanie took a step back and ran forward, jumping out the plane and disappearing into the darkness.
Luckily for her, the parachutes were GPS guided, since she couldn’t see a damn thing.
The night’s sky was like an abyss, a seemingly endless void of nothing but black.
As luck would have it, a crazy crosswind would blow the two way of course.
“Mel, Alex! This is Skykeeper, the GPS Is showing you two way off course! What’s happening?”
“Skykeeper, there’s some crazy wind right now! What’s happening?!” Mel said, panicking slightly.
“Shit! Fuck this, we’re aborting the mission. Looks like our fucking weather guy dropped the ball on this one. Luckily it seems like you guys are going into Tarkhan, radio us when you land and we’ll have a helo pick you up.”
“Copy Skykeep, we’ll let you know.” Rather regrettably, the mission going wrong would be the least of Melanie’s problems.
Looking down, she saw what appeared to be Alexandria caught in a tree, desperately trying to untangle herself from her parachute.
“Wait a sec– Oh shit…”
As they collided, Melanie was knocked out.
When she awoke, she found herself hanging nearly upside down and that she couldn’t move or even speak as her mouth was jammed open… and a bad smell lingered in the air. Paying more attention to the smell, it was like a mix of rotting cheese and sulfur with a bit of sweat mixed in there. Attempting to move her hands, she found that they were bound to something… two very large and soft mounds, though they felt slick due to something.
Opening her eyes, she found that she was jammed face first into Alexandria’s naked crotch. Her nose was jammed into Alexandria’s womanhood, with her mouth… she really didn’t want to think about that one. Wriggling around, she could feel the parachute cords binding her limbs together and her body to Alexandria’s. Her hands were on each of Alexandria’s moons that she called ass cheeks, almost spreading them a little more open.
“Oh, oh what the fuck.” She thought, “What kinda bullshit is this? How does this even happen?”
She wriggled around violently, trying to break free from her bindings.
“H-hey errr… Mel… you awake?” Alexandria said nervously. “Uhh if you can hear me, tap a finger on my butt…”
Melanie tapped once.
“O-okay good, are you hurt? Once yes, two for no.”
Melanie tapped twice.
“Okay, that’s good… sorry, I know it must smell down there… trust me, I don’t know how this happened either.” She said, wiggling her butt a little. “D-don’t be mad but I uhhh… didn’t shower before the mission.”
It was then Melanie started wriggling around even more violently. Not only was she stuck, face first, in her partner’s ass… but stuck face first in an unwashed ass? That was a little too much for her to handle.
“Mel! Quit it! I’m- I’m gonna- PFFRRrrrT!”
Melanie wriggled as violently as she possibly could now, the force of the toxic fumes released from Alexandria’s unwashed butthole forcing her cheeks to puff out, before making its way down her throat. Her taste buds burned, tasting remnants of the cheesy chili mac that Alexandria had had earlier.
“Goddammit Mel! Quit moving! -BBRRRaaapp!-”
Another toxic puff shoved its way into Melanie’s throat. Finally learning her lesson, Melanie settled down, not trying to get gassed further.
“Good… Sorry Mel, when you wriggle that like that I can’t hold them in, it shakes me up too much.” Luckily for Alex, she still had a free hand. “Skykeeper, Skykeeper, are you up there?”
“Sierra 4?! Thank god, you guys okay?”
Alex looked down at Melanie’s rage fueled eyes, a deep red aura surrounding her as her anger burned.
“We’re uhhh… not hurt but definitely not okay… can you send a rescue?”
“Of course, we’ve got a rescue team inbound, as well as a different squad to take your mission.
They’re going to be about an hour out… just hang tight you guys.”
A rather ironic choice of words considering the two’s situation, though it would soon get worse sooner than it would get better.
Unfortunately, without much of a view to look at other than Alexandria’s crotch, Melanie had no sense of time. Had it been seconds, minutes, days even?
“Uhh… I know you’re probably thinking I told you so but…”
Melanie could hear a gurgle coming from Alexandria’s intestines.
“You were right… that chili definitely isn’t sitting right…-gurgle-… I… I don’t know how much longer I can… PFFFRRRRRRaaaaaap!”
“MMMPH!” Melanie struggled as a shot of gas flooded her mouth. This one, somehow, was so much worse than the others. Like a California reaper, it burned her throat and nostrils, her eyes tearing up as she swallowed.
“Oh gross… I heard you swallow that one.”
“Gross? Gross?! You’re not the one who fucking swallowed it!” Melanie thought, feeling Alexandria wriggle a little.
“Mel…I’m sorry but I really can’t hold it anymore…” She said, quivering…
“What is she…?”
Like a dam breaking, a flood of absolutely rancid urine rushed out of Alexandria, forcing its way into the one place it could, Melanie’s poor nose.
“GRRK!!” Melanie choked as the bitter liquid violently took over whatever space existed in her nostrils and flooded out of her mouth.
Even more unfortunate was her position, hanging upside down as she was, some of the piss just ran right back down into her nose. Like a fountain, cycling the bitter liquid from her nose to her mouth and back again. Whatever couldn’t fit in that loop ran down her cheeks, coating almost her entire face.
“HARRK! GRRKK! HACK!” Melanie could do nothing but choke as Alexandria peed into her for a seemingly endless amount of time.
“Oh god, is this how I go?” Melanie thought, “The taste… the smell, I can’t breathe… am I really going to drown in this woman’s piss?”
“Ahh~ God… I’m sorry, Mel… -Gurgle- Oh… oh… uh oh…”
With the stream of special lemonade finally coming to an end, Melanie finally thought she’d catch a breath.
This, however, would not be the case.
“PFFFRRRRRAAAAAP!”
“Oh my god! How much gas does this girl have in her gut…”
“PFFFRRRT! PFRRRRT! PRRAAAAAAAP!”
Her taste buds were under siege by a barrage of machine gun-like quick farts. Each one becoming spicier and spicier.
“Mel! Mel! I’m sorry!”
“PSSSSHBLRRRRRRT!”
With a loud bassy butt blast and a splort, something sprayed the inside of Melanie’s mouth. Instantly, the taste made her gag.
“HRKK! GACK! GULKK!”
She kicked around vehemently, desperately trying to break free of the ass her face was jammed into.
“Mel! I-I told you don’t wiggle! Otherwise I can’t hol—“
Instantly, Melanie regretted trying to break free. As the feeling of a thick, gooey, not quite solid but not quite liquid snake left Alexandria’s body and made its way into hers. The log was huge, and unfortunately, due to Melanie’s upside down orientation, the snake slowly slithered down from Alexandria’s pucker, in through Melanie’s mouth, and up, to try and reach her stomach.
Her eyes went wide open as her throat muscles slowly, ever so slowly, managed to push the snake up. As every second passed, Alexandria became more and more embarrassed. Hearing her partner forcefully gargling her waste.
“HRKK! GURKK!”
A particularly bad one too, as despite her taste buds loving chili, her gut couldn’t have disagreed more. Her intestines turned it into a thick, spicy, oozing sludge, which was now uncontrollably pouring out of her.
“I’m sorry, Mel! Just uh… try not to choke on it?”
A poor choice of words considering Melanie had been sputtering on her waste for at least the past 4 minutes and continued to do so until the rescue team arrived.