Mission 1: Secret Sexcapades

(Note: This story is part of an ongoing crossover series of stories)
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“NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! IT’S A TRAP, BONDMAN!!!!” Princess Honey shouted from the top of her lungs as the bridge under the skilled spy’s feet started to explode.

 

BOOOOOOOMMMM!!!!! BOOOM!!! BOOOM!!! BOOOM!!! BOOOOOOOOMMM!!!!

 

“Wha-?” Bondman’s eyes went wide as he lost the very ground beneath him. Reaching into his pockets, he pulled out his trusted grappling hook and aimed it at the helicopter with Princess Honey in it. Before he could fire it to get out of harm’s way however, several smaller rocks, launched upwards due to the explosions, knocked the grappling hook out of his hands. “PRINCESS HONEEEEEEEEYYYY!!!!!”

 

With nothing else in his pockets that could help him, Bondman reached out for his beloved’s hands as he fell into the pitch black darkness beneath while the helicopter with Princess Honey inside flew away in the distance.

 

“BAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! So long, Bondman!” laughed the leader of the League of Evil as he strengthened his hold around the Princess’ waist. “Even a spy of your caliber can’t get out of this situation! BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!”

 

To be continued…

 

“So exciting…!” whispered Anya. The young pinkette continued hugging her dog, Bond, even as the credits of the episode started running across the screen. For the last 25 minutes her eyes had been glued to the TV almost the entire time as she watched the latest episode of “Spy Wars”. She took hold of Bond’s face and looked him straight into his black eyes, her own eyes sparkling with excitement. “So cool!”

 

The giant dog’s tail began wagging as it leaned his head to one side, “Woof?” he barked before licking Anya’s mouth and nose.

 

Watching from his place behind the kitchen counter, Loid listened to his “daughter’s” surprised scream as she wiped the white dog’s saliva from her mouth, ‘If only she had the same enthusiasm in school…!’ he thought to himself as he finished washing the plates of today’s breakfast.

 

“Hmph!” Anya pouted after listening to her “father’s” thoughts, not sharing his thoughts when it came to schoolwork in the slightest.

 

As the credits stopped rolling down the screen, Loid reached for the remote control to turn off the TV before Anya would start watching another cartoon, “Enough TV for today.” he informed her, “Why don’t you go and get your mother so we can go for a walk in the park with Bond?” Loid suggested as he cleaned up the many peanut shells that Anya left behind after watching the episode.

 

“Mhm.” she nodded and pushed herself off the ground, “Come, Bond. Let’s go get mama!” Together with her dog, Anya sprinted towards her mother’s room where she promptly started to look through the keyhole.

 

Earlier that day, she heard Yor thinking about a really dangerous mission she had to do tonight, which is why she didn’t help with the dishes and instead went to her room to prepare herself. Spying through the keyhole, Anya saw her “mother” standing on her arms, repeatedly pushing herself up and down in rapid succession. Anya became dizzy just watching her mother’s entire body move up and down like this but, despite the seemingly hard exercise, not a single drop of sweat could be seen on the black haired woman’s body.

 

“Wow…!” Anya whispered silently and in awe as she tried to keep track of her foster mother’s quick movements. Skintight white sweatpants dug themselves neatly into the crack of Yor’s ass while her tits swung with the movement of her body, trapped behind a blue hoodie that left, upside down as she was at the moment, her trained and well-defined solar plexus completely exposed.

 

“Anya, it’s rude to spy on others.” her father chided her from the living room area of their small apartment, “Just tell her that we can go now!” he told her. ‘Spending time together as a family that has fun will make this whole ruse more believable to our neighbors. Especially since they already question my parenting skills for letting Anya watch so much TV.’

 

“Oh, right!” Anya remembered and knocked on the door, a bit horrified by the prospect of not being able to continue watching Spy Wars if it didn’t serve her father’s mission, “Hurry up, mama. Papa says that it’s time to go.” she informed the woman on the other side of the door before quickly running towards the entrance of their apartment to put on her shoes.

 

“Huh?” Yor blinked in surprise in her room, “Oh, okay. I’m coming in a minute, Anya-san!” she replied, doing one last split in the air. Jumping into the air, she then landed on her feet again and stretched a few quick times, letting the joints in her back and arms pop in oh so good ways. The sound of cracking bones and popping joints was something that she never could get enough out of!

 

Without switching clothes first, Yor joined her phony family members as they left the house. On their way to the park, they encountered a couple of neighbors with whom Loid had a little bit of small talk. At first they seemed to be a bit shocked that she and Loid would allow Anya to hold Bond’s leash all on her own, given his huge size. Loid, however, did explain to them that Bond would never hurt anyone, and that he’s a big softie, going so far as to let them pet the big dog. After their neighbors became acquainted with Bond, Loid bid them farewell and the phony family continued with their trip to the park.

 

Once at the park, Anya immediately began playing with Bond, running through the grass or throwing a ball for him to fetch. Loid and Yor sat on a nearby bench and watched the visible joy and happiness on Anya’s face as she took the ball from Bond before throwing it as far away as she could.

 

‘Hmmm… she looks nervous!’ Loid noted to himself after a quick, unnoticeable glance towards Yor. The black haired woman sat stiff as a board while tapping with her feet in a quick fashion that made it seem as if she was ready to jump up any second now. “Yor-san?”

 

Loid ultimately broke the blissful silence between them, startling the black haired woman. “Wh- What? What is it, Loid-san?”

 

“You seem a bit at edge.” he pointed out while observing her every reaction. “Is everything alright?”

 

A bit flustered, Yor nodded, “Y- yeah. It’s just… work today.” she said.

 

“Don’t you think your boss is asking a bit too much from you? I mean, having to go to the office on a Saturday evening… that does seem a bit weird.” Loid replied.

 

“Oh, no. It’s alright.” Yor sighed and let her eyes wander over the park, “I simply don’t know when I am able to come back home. That’s all.”

 

‘Does she want to bring Anya to bed, or is there more behind it…?’ Loid asked in his mind. He mentally shook his head, ‘No, it’s best if I trust her about these kinds of things. And every moment with her not in the apartment means that I can prepare for my mission tomorrow.’ reaching for her hand, he gave it a light squeeze and looked her deep into her red eyes. “Don’t you worry. I’m sure you’re gonna do great as always. And when you come back, I’ll cook you something nice, okay?”

 

“Loid-san!” Yor gasped, happy about her faux-husband’s kind hearted nature. She returned the squeeze of his hand and nodded with a light blush on her face. “Mhm!”

 

“Mama! Mama!” Anya called out as she ran over towards them. Pearls of sweat streamed down her face like water in a river. Both of her parents waited silently for Anya until she was standing right in front of them, panting even more than Bond who had followed her with a wagging tail and the ball in his mouth, “I… I’m tired.” she said as she rested her head in the black haired woman’s lap. “Can you…?”

 

She didn’t even finish her sentence as Bond simply offered Yor the ball, “Oh, erm… sure!” Yor told her daughter after looking to Loid to see if that was okay.

 

After an encouraging smile from the blonde spy, Yor put Anya on his lap and walked a couple of meters away with Bond. Observing his faux wife’s moves, he noted to himself, ‘I don’t know what she could be worried about. I don’t think that there’s anything that would cause her any trouble at work.’ he watched as Yor readied herself to throw the ball, only to do so faster than he had any chance to follow!

 

FWOOOOOOOOOOOSH!!!!!

 

Bond looked just as shocked as Loid, Anya, and everyone else in the park as the ball flew faster through the air than a missile, sounding almost as if it broke the sound barrier. A single drop of sweat ran down Loid’s neck. ‘Yes, nothing to worry about…’

 

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(That evening…)

 

“Next up, we have a beautiful girl of around 20 years, freshly picked off the streets of Berlint by our hard-working boys!” a man announced through a microphone. On signal, a single pair of lights illuminated a metallic door at the end of a long catwalk. “Starting price is 8,000 dalc! Take it away, Nr. 229!”

 

The metallic doors opened and Yor walked through them, pushed forward by one of the guards in the shadows behind her. Dressed only in a black thong that failed spectacularly to hide her pussy from the sight of the spectators. While she couldn’t see them, the “Thorn Princess” knew exactly that her target was waiting behind one of the large one-way mirrors that separated this catwalk from the lounges where the bidders were waiting.

 

While she could have just as easily killed everyone else at this secret human auction to get to her target, her boss had specifically reminded her that the client, who ordered this assassination, wanted only one person in particular to die. So, instead of just burging into this underground auction, then killing anyone like usual, Yor was forced to act like all the other men and women that would be sold here today.

 

“Nnnnnngh…!” she moaned in light embarrassment as she clumsily took her first steps down the long catwalk, ‘Come on, Yor! You can do this!’ she chided herself in her mind. ‘Act like an innocent young girl and catch his interest! Your mission depends on this!’

 

This however raised the question: How to act like an innocent girl?

 

For Yor, life has been anything BUT innocent. Her legs went stiff and started shaking as if an earthquake coursed through her entire body, ‘AAAAAAHHH!!!! What should I do?’ she asked herself, putting both hands at her cheeks.

 

It wasn’t her first time doing her work dressed in revealing outfits. She still remembered the night where she killed this dealer and his gang who sold Ostanian weapons to other countries. Back then she wore this purple bra with matching stockings and garterbelt while only a shred of red velvet covered her pussy. However, back then, it was simply meant to make her seem like the eye-candy of one of her colleagues from Garden, who then met the leader of those dealers. As soon as they were in the same room, Yor was allowed to drop the act to simply slit the throat of her enemies!

 

However, that wasn’t as easy in this situation! She didn’t have the luxurious knife from back then with her, or her trusty ice picks for that matter. And while her colleague McMahon was closeby since he was the one who got her into this facility and to help out if things went wrong, he couldn’t really help her in assassinating the target! That was something she alone had to do!

 

“Mmmmmmhhh…” she moved her body from side to side, causing her bare chest to swing with the motion, ‘What to do? What to do?’ she continued asking herself while her nipples began to stiffen in the now suddenly very chill air of the room.

 

Once at the end of the hallway, Yor stopped dead in her tracks and started turning around to search for any kind of hint that could help her with her situation. Unbeknownst to her, the many people behind the one-way mirror were already placing their bets or were holding heated discussions about Yor’s fate.

 

“Who would want a girl like her!” one man pointed out in his booth. Lighting his cigar, he shook his head. “No way I’m wasting money on someone like her! Pass!”

 

“Oh, darling! Doesn’t she look just dashing?” a young redhead asked her partner as she put her face to rest on his chest, “Don’t you think she’ll make an absolutely wonderful dog for you to train?”

 

“Mhm. And for you to play with.” Thinking about it for a moment, he clicked on a button to his right. “9,000!”

 

Saliva ran down one man’s chin. Practically glued to the mirror, he had to try a few times to press the button, “12,000!” he called out before starting to stroke his cock to the sight of Yor’s insecurity on the catwalk. “She’s perfect!”

 

In another booth, an older woman with hair as gray as steel wrinkled her nose, “12,000 already? Hmph!” Taking a sip from the wine in her hand, she continued staring at Yor with eyes that had the same color as her hair, “Well, I can see where they’re coming from. I for one wouldn’t mind being the one to whip her into proper shape…” she licked her lips as a thirst overcame her for a moment. “But alas, she’s a lost cause! And I am too old to make a proper slut out of someone in her twenties! Ahhh… If only we were a few years younger… I’m sure we could have had some fun together, Nr. 228.”

 

Hungry eyes kept devouring Yor from behind the one-way mirror while an invisible battle raged between the auctioneers to see which one would be allowed to take Yor with them until…

 

BEEEEEEEPPP!!! Announced by a large horn, the auction came to an end, “Sold! For 125,000 dalc!” The same man from earlier spoke in his microphone again, prompting two men to step onto the catwalk to escort Yor out of the room.

 

‘D- Did I succeed?’ she asked herself as she let herself be dragged to one of the booths while another man was already pushed towards the catwalk by another set of guards.

 

Artificial white light from above illuminated the way from the more dirty and metallic hallway where the different, captured humans were waiting for their time on the catwalk, to a large metal door. One of the guards pressed some buttons next to the door, prompting it to open inwards and allowing them passage to a way more luxurious looking hallway with a purple carpet covering the entire floor. Here, behind the door, the lamps that looked like torches shined their light into the hallway, giving the entire area a much more pleasant feeling.

 

There were several doors to the right, which had to be the places where the different auctioneers inspected their potential purchases. The two men that pushed her along however, ignored all of them and instead led her up a staircase and down another hallway before ultimately coming to a halt in front of a wooden door.

 

“Get in there!” one of the men said before shoving her into the room. There wasn’t much else in the room aside from a single massive bed in the center. “Your new owner will be with you in a minute! I suggest you accept your new role in life as his plaything, otherwise things might get ugly!”

 

He closed the door, locking it shut, before walking away with his buddy, ‘I did it, right?’ The reports that the Shopkeeper has given her did state that she was exactly the type of girl that the target was interested in, but that didn’t mean that he would be the one to purchase her.

 

Walking across the room, she fumbled with her thumbs as she grew more and more nervous with each second. Luckily for her, a sweet smell filled the entire room that did help in putting her mind at ease.

 

“Okay, keep calm! If it’s the target, then I just have to kill him! And if it’s anyone else, I just kill them and try again another day!” she reasoned with herself, “Whoooooooo! You can do this!” she declared after breathing in and out a few times. “You can… do… dish…?”

 

Suddenly, the entire room started to spin around as a heavy mist started to clog her mind. The world began moving at a much, MUCH slower pace while the edges of her vision became blurred.

 

‘Damn!’ she cursed herself for not noticing sooner that there was something wrong, “Shomeshing’sh in tha aiw!” she slurred as she felt herself becoming incredibly drunk, almost as if she drank an entire bottle of wine at once. “Oooooooh…!”

 

She stumbled towards the bed and fell down on it while a set of vents in the wall began sucking up the gassy air around her. After the entire room was clear again, the door was pushed open and a fat man, wearing a black tuxedo and a golden tie stepped into the room.

 

“Finally!” a large grin crept across his face as he laid eyes on Yor’s naked body. He rubbed his hands in anticipation as he took several steps forward, closing the door behind him so that no one would interrupt him, “Sorry to keep you waiting so long!” he apologized without a shred of sympathy in his voice as he climbed onto the bed with her, pushing his hands under her body to fondle her boobs while grinding his crotch against her ass. “I just wanted to get you into the mood before we get started. I hope you like my little gift! It should make you feel nice and horny by now!”

 

“HNNNNNNGH…!!” Yor moaned, unable to do so much as lift a hand as the man started to pinch her nipples between his fingers, ‘That’s the… target…!’ she concluded in her mind as her pussy became wetter by the second, simply by having him squeeze her nipples.

 

Drool dripped from the man’s chin down on Yor’s back, “So hot…!” he groaned. Pulling her up, he continued fondling her tits and grinding against her ass while beginning to nibble on her earlobes. “Yeah, you’re definitely worth my money!”

 

“MMMMMHHHOO!!!” rolling her ass against his crotch, Yor pushed her tits harder against his hands than before. Due to the gas’s effect, she found herself more loose than when she’s drunk and longing to feel more.

 

“Gnehehehe!! Such a horny slut…!” he called her, while tugging on her rock hard nipples until her tits looked almost cone-shaped, “Hmmmmm… We’re gonna have so much fun together!” he groaned while continuously rolling his crotch against her ass.

 

A plaintive noise escaped Yor’s lips as the man let go of her tits, letting her fall face-down onto the bed again as he began to undress. Shortly afterwards, she felt his cock press against her ass while both his hands pressed down on the mattress on either side of her body, “Nnnnnngh!!” she moaned as the man unceremoniously shoved his entire dick inside of her with a wet POP sound.

 

“OOOOOOOOHHH!!!!” the man grunted as his eyes started rolling back into his head. “CUMMMMING!!!!!!”

 

Yor barely felt anything as his seed began to fill the green condom that she wore, “Hmmm?” she looked weakly over her shoulder to see him pulling his cock out again before taking off the condom to tie it to Yor’s thong.

 

“Yeah, that looks nice on you!” he said before spanking her ass.

 

“AAAH!!!” Yor squealed, more in surprise than actually feeling the slap against her bubble butt.

 

Already putting on another condom, the man placed both his hands on her ass and squeezed it hard, “Grrrr… you like that, don’t you?!” he asked while throwing his hips forward, this time burying his cock as deep as he could into her pussy!

 

Too intoxicated to even feel his small dick, Yor could only moan in slight arousal as he kneaded her buttocks, “Mmhmmmmm!!!”

 

“GOARRRRRGH…!” the man roared as he filled the second condom. “So tight!!!!”

 

Just like that, they spent the next twenty minutes. The man shoved his cock into her pussy, ass, or mouth and would cum right afterwards, only to tie the condoms to her thong. Once there was no more space on her thong, he tied them around a black string that he then would go on to tie around her arm, neck, and thigh. He even managed to bind one such thing around her painfully stiff nipple.

 

“Gnehehehehe… You look so sexy like that!” he groaned, hefting one of her tits in one hand before letting it fall down again, his cum in the condom swaying up and down like the tides at the ocean as gravity caused Yor’s boobs to bounce wildly for several seconds, “I sadly don’t have any more condoms…” a scheming smile curled around his lips as he laid down on the bed next to her. “But I’m sure a slut like you doesn’t mind!”

 

In an impressive display of strength, he managed to pull her onto his lap. Holding her by her wide hips, he lifted her up a handful of centimeters so that he could align his cock with her ass. Yor bit down on her lip as the man then let her fall down on his lap, his cock entering her ass with ease. “NMMMMMHH!!!!”

 

“YES!!! THAT’S IT!!!” he bellowed as he rocked his hips up and down a few times, “TAKE MY COCK YOU HORNY SLUTTTTTT!!!!”

 

As the first few drops of his lust shot out of his cock again, Yor began to sober up. The strangely cold and sticky sensation of his cum in her ass was more than enough to make her regain her senses, “Ha? What…?” she blinked a few times as she tried to orientate herself.

 

Laying on the bed, panting like a dog in heat, her target’s tongue lolled out of his mouth as he looked utterly satisfied, “Hurr… hurr… hurr…! I could do this forever! Don’t you worry, little slut!” he wiped a thick layer of sweat from his forehead. “Once we’re at my mansion, we can do this allMMMMMMMMPH???”

 

His eyes went as wide as dinner plates as he suddenly found himself face to face with Yor’s pussy. Her thighs pressed down on either side of his face while Yor looked down on him without a single hint of sympathy in her scarlet eyes. “I’m sorry, Mr. Eklig, but you won’t return to your mansion!”

 

“HMMM???” the man’s eyes widened even more as Yor pressed her thighs tighter than a vice around his face. Even in this situation, his cock went harder than ever before as an insufferable amount of cum began to boil within his nuts. “MNOOOOOOH!!!”

 

His muffled scream of pain and pleasure echoed throughout the room as Yor finished her job at the very same time that he climaxed!

 

CRACK!!!

 

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(The next morning…)

 

“Good morning…!” Yor greeted her family, still a bit sleepy, as she stepped into the dining area of their apartment.

 

“Good morning!” Anya greeted her back with her usual enthusiasm and energy.

 

A plate with half-way finished scrambled eggs was in front of her while still more was cooking inside the pan on the stove. The strong smell of coffee filled the entire room as Loid put a cup with the black beverage in front of her, “Good morning.” He greeted her as well, with a warm smile on his face. “And? How was work yesterday? I didn’t hear you coming back.”

 

“Yeah! How was it?” the pinkette daughter chimed in, looking even more interested than her father.

 

“Work…?” Yor blinked, trying to remember the exact memories of the night, “I’m not really sure.” she then admitted. ‘I must have had a few too many drinks afterwards or during the mission… I can’t remember a thing!’

 

Putting his head to the side, Loid looked at her with a questioning look in his eyes, “You don’t remember?” he asked her. “Considering how long it took for you to come back, I assume that it was quite strenuous.”

 

Yor put a finger to her lips as she thought about it. “I really can’t remember, no. How strange.”

 

“Maybe you hit your head really hard.” suggested Anya, “The same thing happened with Bondman one time and he lost his memories as well! Then the bad guy hit him on the head again and he got his memory back.” she looked to her father with an all-knowing gleam in her eyes. “Maybe the same thing happened with mama!”

 

“Unlikely.” Loid replied in an instant before taking a sip from his own coffee. “It doesn’t work like that in the real world. And I hardly doubt that your mother’s work would cause her to get hit on the head.”

 

Anya pouted. “Hmph!”

 

“Anyways, it doesn’t matter.” Loid put his hand on Yor’s and squeezed it lightly, “Yor-san is back with us, and healthy as always.” The warmth in his words caused Yor to become red as a tomato as the heat in the room felt as if it doubled. “Instead, we should focus more on your schoolwork. Your last two exams were… What is this?”

 

Just as he was about to begin his tirade about Anya’s lack of enthusiasm for anything school-related, strange white lights began glowing in the room around them, “Bork?” Bond barked in fear as he started hiding under the table. The lights grew brighter and brighter with each second while the entire room seemed as if it started to spin around itself.

 

“WHA??? What is happening?” Yor jumped up as the entire room started to disappear in the white light, leaving only her three family members visible to her.

 

“AAAAHH, MAMAAAH!!!!” she felt Anya’s hands around her leg as the young girl held on to her in fear.

 

Falling on his knees, Loid held his head as a strange dizziness overcame him, “Gwwwngh!” he groaned in discomfort as he felt as if he was being split apart. From the looks of it, Yor, Anya, and Bond felt the same way as they all went on their knees as well. ‘Is that a surprise attack from the SSS? A gas leak? No, I make sure that everything in this apartment is in optimal shape every morning!’

 

Suddenly, the dizziness disappeared and the white void around them came to a halt, only for it to start shaking as if they were in the center of an erupting volcano. Then, without a warning, a loud BOOOOOOOOOOOMMM!!! echoed through the void, loud enough to make them feel as if their ears were going to explode.

 

For a few minutes, Loid could do nothing but breathe. Stale, statically charged air filled his lungs while he rested on what felt like rubble. Nothing hurt him though and he still felt all his limbs, which made him hope that Yor, Anya, and Bond were alive as well.

 

At the edge of his vision, he saw a pair of people walk into the now completely destroyed room, “Did it… *cough cough* did it work?” one of them asked. “Did we manage to bring them back?”

 

“Which kind of space-time-machine works by exploding, you big dumb oaf?!” another man asked sarcastically. “Tsk. All that work for nothing!”

 

The sound of him kicking against a piece of scrap metal echoed in Loid’s ears, prompting him to try standing up to notify those people that he was there, only to fall back on his face again, “Oaargh… O’er here…!” he groaned weakly.

 

“Senku, look!” a female voice called out. He heard footsteps coming closer. “There are people there!”

 

“Are they Chrome, or the gorilla?” the second man asked as he came running over as well. The woman rolled Loid on his back so that she could check if everything was alright, Hmmm… Doesn’t seem that way.” The man said as he came to a halt in front of Loid. “Well, anyways… Seems like the machine wasn’t that big of a failure afterwards. Welcome to the 21st century, stranger!”

 

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(Story by: Mr. Akrononym)