Contra Shafted Soldier

Back to lemony business with a short one! Contra Shattered Soldier is an unbelievable kickass game for the PlayStation 2! You need to play it to believe it.

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Contra Shafted Soldier
by Streti, thestreti@gmail.com


Lucia was walking down an imposing metallic corridor leading to an even more imposing door. Even in these hellish times, mankind saw to punishing its criminals, the beasts without hearts. In this maximum-security prison, the former Contra Bill Rizer was serving his sentence for wiping out the majority of Earth's population. Now the time had come to set him free again, for the salvation of the few who remained after the destruction.

The sturdy metal door recognized Lucia's security clearance, and the heavy electronic locks unbolted, revealing the most feared criminal alive on Earth. He wasn't like the many others. A former hero of the planet, who had fought against the alien invasion several times, saving mankind from certain destruction. He had plead his innocence until the end, but the evidence was overwhelming. And now he was in front of her.

Even behind the inpassable doors in an isolation cell, the man was in chains. His hair had grown long, but due to genetic modifications to the human genome in the 22th century, no beard grew on him. His eyes rose up to meet the visitor, who threw a dog tag at his feet. At the same time, his chains were released and his hands fell free.

Bill hadn't expected this. A woman, and a beautiful one, with a perfect form and full tits, her facial features enchanting except for one detail: her eyes glowed red in the dim lighting of the cell, her siluette shadowy against the dim white light filling the corridor behind her. He looked back down at the dog tag.

"You have been set free," she began, her voice full and filling just the right nooks of femininity, "to set Earth free of the scourge of Blood Falcon. If you succeed, your sentence of 10,000 years in imprisonment will be lifted."

"What if don't accept?" he asked, his voice gruff, but still handsome.

"If you do not accept, you will be sentenced for execution immediately."

"Bah. I've always been ready for the inevitable. Come on, do it now! Kill me!"

Lucia had known he might be trouble.

"There are other rewards. I have been sent as your... companion."

Bill disregarded the obvious implication, and pressed on. "What, a lady like you? Fight with me? You wouldn't last two seconds. Release me of this misery, or go away."

"I have been awarded the title of Contra."

"What? Do they just throw those away these days? I have seen a lot of good men and women carry that title, but I do not know you. You have nothing to show me."

"I am Lucia, a bionoid originally created by Dr. Mandrake. I became Contra after your imprisonment. Fight with me, and I will prove it to you. Blood Falcon is causing devastation on the remains of mankind, who you helped to bring down. You owe it to them to come back and use your power to protect them."

"I didn't do it," he replied calmly. Lucia had aimed to aggravate him, but she was unsuccessful. In his six years of captivity, he had never strayed from his story, and he had never even threatened violence against his keepers. The bionoid calculated that approaching him was safe on a very high probability rating. She had decided to switch to a different persuasion tactic.

Pressing her bosom to his face, she said, "I know what you are thinking. Whatever rewards you may have will be only handed out to you after your success. And this is very likely a lethal mission. But I am ready to offer you rewards right here, right now. Whatever it takes, I want you by my side on the battlefield. Not just because of my orders, but because you are a legend, dear Bill."

Bionoids had been theorized for ages, but no successful bionoids had ever been created. While human-based cyborgs and machine-based robots had been proved to be possible, no one had been able to reach the final steps in creating an artificial bionic humanoid. But if this Lucia was telling the truth, Bill was now embracing an unbelievably human-like bionoid.

Lucia certainly felt all woman, and Bill's manhood was already perked from its slumber in captivity. He might as well drop the act. The battlefield called out to him. With force, he stood up, and kissed the surprised Lucia, letting her know of his acceptance-- and terms.

Lucia detached, turned around and started walking away to the elevator at the other end of the corridor. Bill picked up the dog plate, which turned out to be his old one, and followed her.

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The prison barber had done a good job with his hair. The spiky short cut was similar to his style before the incident. Bill stopped looking at his reflection from the showerroom mirror, threw his towel off, having dried himself already, and put his new equipment on. It was a bit sturdier than the minimalist equipment he'd had before, but didn't feel any bit more restraining.

Lucia was waiting for him in the lockerroom. Even though she was supposed to be a bionoid, she seemed delighted at his appearance. They took off and went by the way of the prison's weapons storage, retrieving the two special-made Contra rifles Lucia had brought with her. They would be handy in case of an alien attack. For now, they had other plans. They got to a discreet exit on ground level, and Bill kicked the door off from its hinges. Smoking a cigar, he was free again, even if it was in a wrecked, alien-infested world.

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Riding on anti-grav bikes, Bill and Lucia were well on their way from the prison, located up north in a coniferous zone, but it was warm thanks to the summer. Lucia had found an entirely new aspect in her interest for the ultimate Contra, Bill Rizer. Ever since her promise to reward him, she had wondered how the beast on battlefield would fare in other fields. Now she would only have to make sure he would redeem his reward. His attention towards her was promising, but it almost seemed like he was ready to set out on their mission right away.

She decided they had to detract for a while. She took the lead a little before a cross in the road, and turned off from the main highway, which had been pretty much empty, and rode her bike towards a lake in the distance, with Bill following her.

It was a beautiful sight. The sunset could last ages on these latitudes, and it had just started. The lake was surrounded by a forest of spruces, pines and birches, and the water was almost still. The clouds on the golden sky were basking in the light of setting sun, and the whole vision was mirrored on the surface of the lake. The Contra curved to the beach and got off the bikes.

"Wow," Bill uttered. "But isn't this a dead end?"

Lucia turned to him and pressed her lips to his. He didn't need any more of an answer.

They weren't taking it slow. Bill's tongue darted deep into her mouth, and they were groping each other hungrily. It was animal lust, pheromones were flying and kisses and impatient pecks planted between the two guerilla experts. Their equipment started flying off, starting with equipment pouches and their heavy gloves. Bill had noticed that, contrary to his assumption, Lucia was as light as any woman. Putting his superhuman strength to use, Bill surprised Lucia completely by flipping her around, bringing her round, partially uncovered ass up to his face. She wrapped her legs instinctively around Bill's head while finding herself facing his crotch.

Bill had been admiring Lucia's buttocks all this time, and now he finally had the chance to see what was between them. Smelling her arousal, he yanked the fabric of her bodysuit and panties to the side, finding a beautiful pussy. Either she hadn't been designed with pubic hair, or had been shaven very well. The smell and sight was mesmerizing, and Bill tested her with his tongue, feeling her shiver slightly in his hold.

Lucia wasn't about to let him steal the show. His belt had already been thrown away, and Lucia decided not to toy around with his crotchplate, instead she just grabbed his pants and dragged them off from his waist. His blue thong was bulging with something eager. She sent the undergarment down the way of the pants, and found his erect cock in close contact with her face. She maneuvered the member into her mouth, feeling Bill shiver as her tongue saw to his head. She liked his smell and loved his licking, which was much better than Lucia had expected from a man dedicated to warfare. She was aching with her lust already, feeling the need from her pussy pulsing into everywhere in her body, and loving what she was doing to his cock.

He was no cunnilingus Contra, having seen more battles than women in his day, but it seemed Lucia was enjoying it. What a way to be set free! Although he had almost forgot that she was a bionoid instead of an ordinary woman, her taste was pleasantly different enough to be noticeable. He loved her wetness, seeping from between her lips as his tongue plowed them and caressed her love nub. It was almost intoxicating--

"Hey!" Lucia shouted.

The soft sand had cushioned their fall. He had tried to adjust his position a little, not taking note of the pants jumbled around his legs and tripping over. Neither of the two seemed to be hurt. Lucia just readjusted herself and took his meat back into her mouth, the erect rod glistening with saliva. When Bill recovered and went straight back at her clit, the pleasurable sensation spiked through her body and all the way to her bionic brain, and she found it harder to concentrate on her blowjob.

Bill could also feel some pressing tingles in his pole, but he wanted to hold out as long as possible. He wanted to see if he could bring the bionoid off before she did him in, and judging from her soft moans, sounding wet at the same time thanks to her cocksucking, and the way she was practically grinding herself against him, it seemed pretty likely. So he upped the ante, lauching a full-on onslaught against her yearning bud.

Whoa! Bill exclaimed in his mind. He suddenly had a hard time keeping up with Lucia, who had gone completely wild, grinding herself with force against him and moaning loudly, her upper body swinging up and back down to his crotch. Though she couldn't keep on his cock all the time anymore, it was only good for him because he couldn't have handled a similar assault from her.

"Aaaah! Aaaah! Aaaah!" she exclaimed, and then she couldn't breathe to yell anymore, so she yelled silently, arching herself beautifully over Bill, her hands on his naked waist, but she was certainly tensed enough not to need their support. Bill kept going at her, and for a short while, her mind flared. She gasped for air, and found her voice again, bringing her release to an end, her moan fading out. She could feel her wetness, and her artificial body was warm all over. She relaxed and slumped back on top of him, next to his cock, standing up, wet and waiting. He was licking her lips, softly, it was nice.

Lucia rolled off from him and found herself staring at the sky. The clouds were very dark in the center, but with golden linings on an orange sky. She looked back at him and smiled. His face was wet with her fluids. She propped herself on one elbow on the sand and leaned towards his jutting erection, aided by Bill turning to his side. She slid her lips over his member and stroked his length, finding him almost where she had left off. He was soon heaving deeply, going as far as breathing her name, and obviously tensing up. Lucia withdrew her head and was just stroking him now.

"Oh, Lucia, I'm, aah--"

"It's okay, just let go." And that he did. With a manly roar bursting from his lips, he jetted the first of his load, ending up in the cleavage of Lucia's full busts. As she kept stroking him and bringing him tormenting pleasure, his cock spewed spurts of cum all over her, her eyes closed and lips in a delighted smile. Some got in her hair, a few free locks got pasted to her skin, and a couple of strands crossed her nose and lips, but her upper chest and cleavage got a fair dose of manmilk. Her bodysuit and shoulder topping got their share, but the sticky liquid just rested on top of the repelling fabric. When he was done, her arm resting on the sand was covered with cum. Bill was completely mindblown, but Lucia didn't care if he saw when she took her wanking hand and licked it clean.

Lucia was quite mess, but when Bill looked back up at her, she only flashed him a mischievous wide smile, and Bill fell from his side to his back, out of exhaustion and complete bliss.

She stood up, but only to remove her bodysuit and rest of her equipment. Bill was watching her, so she took it slowly, revealing her commendable bosoms first, then her abdomen as she peeled the bodysuit off, wet at the crotch. He voiced his admiration for her, which prompted her to spread her pussy and insert a finger, then scoop some of the cum on her skin onto her hands and spread it playfully on her tits. His member hadn't had much chance to go down before it was rising again, and Bill was feeling horny again, stroking his rod while still laying on the sand in his battle armor. She proceeded to remove her leggings, revealing her long thighs. Now Lucia was bare except for her boots.

"You look sexy in those," he applauded.

"Then I'll leave them on." She removed only the bootbolts made for enhancing jump ability and leg muscle power, then got spread-legged on top of Bill. With him hard again, Lucia got on top of him, and they both groaned with the surprisingly strong sensation when she lowered herself on him. She hadn't bothered to clean the semen off her skin, and looked fantastic. It made her look like a raunchy sex goddess, with her beautiful form and full breasts that hanged naturally, her body moving as she grinded his cock. Meanwhile, he was trying to detach his armor and kick off the pants still around his knees.

Finally, Lucia decided to help him out and turned around, yanking his boots off and taking the pants off next. Bill had gotten the locks of his armor open, and sat up to remove it. When he was naked, the sight of Lucia's ass wiggling in front of him was the first thing he saw. He quickly slided his legs from under her, and kneeled behind her, just in the perfect position to thrust his meat into her cove. Lucia let out a satisfied moan as he did so. They both now had a perfect view of the lake. The hues of color had gotten darker, which made it even slightly more beautiful a sight to look at while flesh slapped against flesh. Their sounds mixed with the small splashing of the lake. Lucia enjoyed each thrust, even though she was aiding the process with her hand on her clit. She realized that somehow, she had stumbled upon one the best moments of her short life.

Bill noticed Lucia had coiled herself in a sexy position, her back arched, her butt held up high. He only noticed why when she suddenly untightened, moving with a catlike dexterity to turn around under him, and before he knew it, she was kissing him, some of his cum still on her lips, her legs around him, and his cock being guided back into her opening. He quickly got back up to speed, plowing her with vigor, seeing the approval in her eyes between kisses. His weapon sliced the folds of her flesh to her liking once and again and hands trailed inquisitively around and between, from chest to breast, blonde hair to brunette, their sweaty skin colored bronze by the setting sun, lingering above the treeline, and they turned around, Lucia riding his pole, bent over to him, his hands loving her tits, squeezing her nipples.

He got up, on his knees, and she was still in his lap, riding his aching manhood, her wet embrace wrapping around him again and again. They fucked like that for a while, his chest pressing against her busts, his hands on her buttocks, kissing, embracing, licking. Lucia was going out of her mind, she needed to fuck him harder, get more of that cock inside her, feeling him with her whole body, like she was floating in space, swimming in the primordeal soup. He, though, had gotten enough of being screwed by her and pushed her down, into a wheelbarrow position, nailing the moaning Lucia with his burning tool, feeling utterly infatuated with her, until he just sunk into her.

"Aaa--aa! Oh yeah! Aaah!" She screamed, snapping, her pussy sending crashes through her body, in pace with his cock, each penetration sending a shockwave to her arched form, feeling like she would be short-circuited, her moan coming out long and broken, while every single neuron of her brain was filled to the brim with pleasure. It stopped, he stopped, she was almost delirious.

"Cum-- on-- me," she managed to say, and her vision of the sky was clouded by Bill, sweaty, heaving, hazy look on his face. She could feel him taking hold of her tits, and pressing them against his hot, hard, pulsing, slippery member, fucking her tits. Soon, with a similar roar like before, he stopped, and she could feel his hot seed splashing on her again, her face and hair, her chest and her heaving busts. She had thick white cream on her forehead, over her partially open mouth, and generous amounts adorning her bosom, cum running over her nipples, down the round curves and between them, with a blissful look on her sperm-strewn face. Bill squeezed the last drop on her already cum-covered tits, then he lay down heavily beside her.

They lay there like that for a long while, breathing heavily, their legs partially entangled, playing around with the spew on Lucia, Bill getting some on himself as well, some rubbed into her skin into a glistening wetness. Luckily, they had a lake right next to them for cleaning up. Whatever would happen, they were ready to take on the aliens together.

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