PDZ: Mission Aborted

      Author's Note:

      A response to Ororo's challenge. There is a seriously lack of Perfect Dark Zero adult fanfiction on the 'net, so I thought I'd give something back to site that I use so much. It's my first adult fan-fic, but I hope everyone enjoys it.

June 2007 UPDATE: Reformated both chapters for easier reading.

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      Chapter One

      Joanna Dark loaded a live clip into her silenced P9P handgun as her and Chandra’s powerboat tore up the water in the bay. She wasn’t looking forward to her first real mission. Although she knew it had to be done sooner or later, she felt unsettled. Whether it was the stiff night air, the dangerousness of the situation, or just the ominous appearance of the rapidly approaching dock, she had a bad feeling about the mission. Nightclubs weren’t exactly her favourite place either. She tended to attract a lot of male interest at places like this, what with being an attractive young woman. Chandra once told her in one of her slightly dubious girl chats that she thought Jo had a great body, very slim but with perfectly curvaceous hips, rear and bust. Jo always thought there was always something not quite right with Chandra, her main theory for that was that maybe Chandra was attracted to her, but she never put much thought into it since it disturbed her slightly. Maybe all this attention was down to the red hair, she sometimes thought, entertaining the idea of dying it someday.
      Obviously, she was putting on a brave face, since Chandra sat next to her operating the powerboat. Her father was counting on her too. Well, sort of. Identifying bouncers and bodyguards outside the target building while her dad did the hard work seemed like busy-work to her, especially considering at how skilled her father was at his job. Maybe it was meant to be an easy initiation for her or something. As she looked back up to the ever-nearing dock, she had a feeling that this wasn’t going to be quite that easy.


      Just like any old day on the job, the guard thought, as he stood leaning against a heavy wooden crate. Every Friday and Saturday night, his job was to patrol the docks, IDing anyone who wanted access to the nightclub. Except tonight, he was going to do something he had entertained doing ever since he started this job several weeks ago. He had heard several of his colleagues talking about taking advantage of girls as they attempted to get in or leave the club from almost his first day, it seemed almost like a regular perk of the job to them. Tonight, he had decided, he was going to get himself a great perk of the job. His morals long-thrown aside (he was under Killian’s employment after all) he had a fool-proof way of getting what he wanted. Along with his usual work-assigned Falcon, he had borrowed a psychosis gun from one of his workmates and intended to use it to snare himself a honey tonight.
      It was only relatively early in the evening, about 9pm, and it seemed like his first opportunity was about to present itself; a slow-moving powerboat was approaching one of the piers. Making sure the psychosis gun was properly set and loaded he took up a firing position to get the best aim at Pier 3…


      “Chandra, let’s do this.” Jo said, stowing the audioscope in one the deep pockets of the combats she was wearing. Chandra flipped a lever and they pulled up to the pier. Her father piped up in her earpiece one more time as she stepped out onto the wooden planks of the dock.
“Hit the ground running kid, stay safe.” His voice crackled. ‘Stay safe’ echoed in her head for a few moments, before she got back on task. She heard the roar of Chandra’s powerboat behind her as it pulled away to a safe distance. She was truly on her own now. Reaching into her left-hand pants pocket, she grabbed her P9P, ready for whatever happens.
      At least, that’s what she thought.
      No sooner had she bought her own weapon out, something struck her in the arm. She gasped and the P9P left her hand as a brief pang of pain that spread through her body. Had she been shot? If she had been, it wasn’t by a very powerful gun. She looked down at her bare right arm to see what looked like a small projectile had embedded itself halfway in her flesh. She pulled it out, and observed what seemed to be a small hollow white cylinder. It had a point at the end that had gone into her, and appeared to have contained some sort of substance.
      She decided she’d better find some sort of cover before she was hit again, but almost at that exact same moment, something strange came over her. Her vision had quickly become extremely blurry and she was finding it increasingly hard to keep her balance. Tranquiliser? She thought as she stumbled to find cover behind a wooden crate. Her head swimming with a powerful sedative, she peered above her temporary hiding place. Although everything she could see was almost abstract now; light sources had become giant circular bright spots too painful to look at, objects appeared to be fluctuating in size. However there was one thing she could make out. An ominous dark figure was moving towards her at a fair pace, his footsteps echoing unnaturally on the wooden dock. Knowing that this couldn’t be good, Jo broke cover and attempted to run the opposite direction of this threatening figure. Desperately trying to keep her balance while outrunning her tormenter, she could see some sort of steps, if only she could get there…but after a few seconds, her legs finally gave out and she collapsed in a heap, and fell into an uncontrollable but comfortable darkness. A few moments later, she heard the distorted and loud footsteps of the figure stop right near her head. She perceived that something had been quickly snatched from her ear. Shit, she thought still trying to battle through the confusion in her mind, my earpiece, I could have contacted my dad or Chandra…
      She quickly realised she no longer was on the floor, scooped up presumably by the dark figure. She then felt herself landing unceremoniously on another surface, though this one appeared not be as stable as the dock surface. The floor seemed to rock, even more so when her captor stepped on it. Suddenly, everything seemed to vibrate with a huge roar, and she realised she was on a powerboat. She attempted to open her heavy eyes but couldn’t, her whole body felt almost paralysed. Come on Jo, get up, she thought, your life may depend on it! Moments passed as she tried to battle the mental affects of her ordeal, but she had no luck. Soon, she felt the boat slow and power down. It rocked again as she felt the figure, which felt like a fairly sturdy male, throw her over his shoulder. After taking a few steps onto a new surface, she could feel the night air dissipate as she perceived herself descend inside somewhere. The man stopped and then she felt herself being thrown down onto a soft surface…


      For his first attempt, he’d really hit the jackpot he thought as he slung the red-haired beauty onto the bed. Of course, this whole operation had been created and used several times by his colleagues, it must have gotten them results before otherwise they wouldn’t have leant him the psychosis gun, the powerboat and the handily converted boat with ‘special room’ below deck. He took off his black leather jacket and slung it into the corner of the room. It was basic; a bland wooden room, with no windows (for absolute privacy of course); just a bed, a heater to one side of the room and various supplies that had been left on the floor.
      Finally he had a chance to survey his catch. She was lying sprawled on her back and breathing heavily, probably attempting to mentally beat this sedative. Her eye-catching shoulder length red hair was tempered with dyed white streaks, and was flared at the back. Her sumptuous-looking lips were glossed with a cute cherry colour. Around her neck was a plain choker, a hanging necklace as well as what appeared to be a star tattoo. She wore a mesh-like star-emblazoned tank-top, behind which hid her comfortably large breasts. Her arms were bare other than a few bangles and bracelets, though thin they looked fairly toned. She wore fairly unflattering khaki combat pants held up by a multitude of belts. Although impossible to tell by the naked eye, the guard hoped she had a curvy figure beneath. Her eyes were now open, but they appeared to heavily glazed over be darting around somewhat erratically; she probably didn’t have a clue where she was.
      Wasting little time, he climbed on to the bed, hovering above her. Smiling, he ran a finger up her inner-right arm, teasing her bare flesh. When his hand reached up and around the back of her neck he went down on her, kissing her sumptuous-looking white neck. He felt her tense up, undoubtedly aware that something bad was happening. She smelt amazing, a scent of delicious summer fruits that spurned him on further. As he continued to nuzzle around her neck and glorious red hair, he took his left hand and starting to play with her left breast, squeezing with his palm whilst searching with his finger for a nipple beneath that tank-top. She struggled meagrely, as if trying to resist but not having the energy. His stream of kisses slowly moved up her neck, onto her chin and on the lips, before slickly slipping his tongue between her teeth. He could feel her whole face tense up in disagreement, he opened his eyes while he continued to see her blue eyes wide with shock and fear, but she didn’t, or couldn’t, put up any resistance.
      Silently and with a smile, he disengaged from her mouth, leaving just a hint of cherry on his lips. Moving his hands down to her bare midriff he brushed them across her silky smooth stomach, slowly moving them up under her tank top, ending up on both of her tantalisingly soft mounds. After playing around with them for a few seconds like a child would with clay, he removed his hands and pulled the tank-top up and over her head, revealing a black plain-looking sports bra. Luckily for him, it had a latch on the front between both breasts, which he quickly undid, and pulled apart the two cups like discarded wrapping paper. After a second of taking it all in, he went down on the right breast, kissing around the nipple, while his left hand again went to work on the left breast. He took the nipple in his mouth, hoping his attempt to stimulate it would make them hard, while his left hand rubbed at the other. He could swear her nipples were harder than they were before, but he couldn’t be sure. He looked up at her face and saw her eyes were closed tight (this time voluntarily) as her head shock from side to side in denial and fear.
      Straddling her waist now, he reached back and removed the garish black and white sneakers she had been wearing, disregarding them in another part of the room. He looked down to see the multitude of belts she seemed to be wearing. It’s almost like someone didn’t want me in there, he thought.


      A small wave of relief hit Jo as he ceased fondling her breasts. Opening her eyes, which were still blurry from the sedative as well as tears, she could see him at the lower half of her body. She felt him tugging at her belts, attempting to get into her combat pants.
      Shit, she thought, if I’m going to get out of this I’ve got to do it now. With some newfound energy she started flailing her legs about, kneeing her captor repeatedly in the back. She grabbed hold of the mattress’ surface and tried to pull herself out from under the man. However, her subjugator was non too happy with this, and shifted his sitting position higher up on her body, just below her breasts, and used one hand to hold her down by the throat. She made a point to struggle more as he gripped her neck tightly in one hand, but she could feel a rough coil noosing around her left wrist. Taking his hand off her neck for a few moments, she felt this restraint being tightened. When she tried to move her left arm away, she was met with resistance, as if she’d been roped to something. The man then proceeded to rope her other arm to something to the right of her, probably a bedpost. Now she was definitely not going anywhere. Though the dark figure was shadowed as he blocked the only solitary light hanging over the bed, Jo could somehow see him smile at her, before he lowered himself down over her mouth. Forcing his tongue inside her again, she made certain to try and keep her tongue flat and still, to show see wasn’t going along with this. His soft, wet tongue danced and teased around hers, as if determined to get what it wanted despite not having her consent. He left her mouth and went back to removing her belts. Jo could only look down across her topless body, her arms suspended above her head, as the man attempted to get at her panties. She felt a solitary tear rolled down her left cheek, as she looked upwards into the blinding unshielded light bulb that hung from the ceiling.

      She felt her pants now were loss around her waist, indicating that her belts had been removed. A rush of horror came across her as the man quickly pulled her combats down, revealing her black panties to him. He gazed for a few moments in relief at her beautifully formed hips and soft, inviting thighs. Her long legs also appeared pleasingly supple. He then proceeded to pull her panties down, past her knees and feet, revelling in the sight of her perfect tuffs of red hair above her entrance. His lust was about to be satiated. Removing his white t-shirt, he unbuckled his jeans and stepped out of them. He quickly removed his boxers too, freeing his throbbing rod. He climbed onto the bed, totally naked and ready to perform. He bore down on her, equally as naked as him, pushing her legs back so they were bent and in the air, ready for him. He positioned his manhood just at her entrance, and looked into her face. Two black streaks of eyeliner had run from her eyes where tears had fallen. It was now or never, Jo had to say something that would stop this. Suddenly, finding her voice she said:
      “No… please, don’t do this…” she begged weakly to the man that hovered in dominance above her. He didn’t reply, merely kissed her one more time on the mouth. She then felt his body move above her, and suddenly she felt the heat and pressure at her entrance increase as he began to slip his rod inside her. She groaned in a mixture of mental anguish, horror and (at the least the man hoped) a hint of pleasure. His hard long manhood slowly and gently continued deeper and deeper inside until it could go no further. The man paused for a second. Damn, she feels so tight and warm he thought, savouring the moment. He looked down to see her eyes shut tight, her face twisted in a look of ambivalence. Slowly, he bought his hips back, pulling out about two thirds of the way before slipping back in. He repeated this increasing his speed steadily and rhythmically. Soon enough, he was pumping away at her, watching in satisfaction as her body reacted accordingly below her. The tears were now streaming from the girl’s eyes, as she breathed in short bursts in time with his. She was emitting a noise that sounded like a mixture of moaning and crying as he repeated his assault on her, which turned him on further. The man started grunting in time with her cries, as Joanna finally looked at him while he was doing her. She looked down at the air in-between their bodies to see his large member going in and out, in and out of her. Instinctively more than out of enjoyment, she bought her feet up onto his back, crossing her legs which seemed to make things more comfortable, and helped him penetrate deeper inside her with each of this motions. I am enjoying this? Jo thought to herself, shocked at her own actions. No, no, this is wrong… I’m just making it more tolerable. Then, she let out a cry that to the man sounded like pure pleasure. He had ramped up his barrage, spurned on further by her hooking her legs over him, which he thought was a sign that she was enjoying it. And that outcry she made sounded like a pleasurable one, but he wasn’t sure since he found a woman’s moans of pleasure and moans of pain hard to distinguish. He continued on, as her breathing having quickened in accordance with his pumping. Looking down and watching her breasts bouncing up and down he realised he was almost there. He put his head down and pumped as hard as he could in the last few moments, and to his pleasure her moans of what seemed like rapture increased in time with his motions. This can’t be happening… she told herself as she got lost in the moment, the distance sound of the club’s music beating rhythmically. He continued to grunt and she continued to groan as their bodies rocked against each other in hi-tempo for the next few seconds of ecstasy until… finally he could feel himself shoot off a massive load inside her, savouring the moment for as long as he could.
      They remained still, catching their breathes. He looked down at her, her forehead glazed with sweat and her red hair a good deal messier than previous as her chest heaved up and down. He reached down softly and french-kissed her again, his tongue slowly caressing the insides of her still defiant mouth. When he pulled away she pulled her head away to one side, still disgusted. He withdrew his tired rod from her and stood up, observing her once more. She looked up at him, undoubtedly wondering her fate.
      What should I do with her now? He thought.