METAL GEAR SOLID

by PJ

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The hallway was eerily quiet as Solid Snake and Meryl Silverburgh progressed toward the set of double doors at the far end. Meryl led the way, both hands clasped around the handle of her Desert Eagle. Snake kept his senses alert for danger, SOCOM pistol held lightly in his right hand.

Meryl stopped suddenly, leaning heavily against the left-hand wall. She rubbed her forehead with her left palm, then bent over, both hands covering her agonized face.

"Meryl! Are you alright?" asked Snake, laying his left hand on Meryl's back.

"I'm…I'm fine. Just a little dizzy," groaned Meryl.

"Do you need to take a break?"

"No. There isn't time," replied the girl, standing up and flashing Snake a wan smile.

Meryl hefted her gun before resuming her advance on the double doors. Snake walked close behind the young woman, dividing his attention between his surroundings and her.

The doors opened easily, granting access to a large, well-furnished office with a massive desk on the far wall. Heavily laden bookshelves rested at each far corner, as well as antique busts of Roman emperors. Each bust's head was adorned with leather bondage gear, the first clue that this room served as the lair of one of the renegade Fox Hounds.

*zzzzzz....Snake!* hissed Dr. Naomi Hunter from the agent's Codec.

*What?* sub-vocalized Snake.

*...receiving strong psycho-emanations from the office you're in! It could be the renegade Psycho Mantis! Be careful...* said the doctor just before the signal snapped off.

"Watch yourself, Meryl! Psycho Mantis might be here!" warned Snake, the laser sight of his pistol raking over the length of the office.

When Snake glanced at Meryl again, he jerked to a stop, stunned to see the young woman pulling her green tank top over her head.

"Meryl! What the hell are you doing?" demanded Snake.

"I'm so frightened!" replied Meryl, slipping out of her trousers, the skin of her breasts adorned with goose bumps.

"We don't have time for this! Are you feeling okay?" frowned Snake while Meryl pulled down her panties, then approached him with nothing but her wavering smile.

"I'm so cold," murmured Meryl, standing close to Snake, her hands sliding over his body armor. "Warm me, please."

"Meryl..." stammered Snake, at a loss for words.

The naked girl tilted her head up, gazing imploringly into Snake's eyes, then smoothly pressing her lips to his, her mouth warm and sensual. Meryl wrapped her slim arms around Snake's waist, continuing her kiss, her tongue deftly slipping between his lips. Snake felt a hunger for Meryl blossom within his loins, he held the girl close, returning the passion of her kiss, then moving to her chin, throat, and left shoulder. Meryl moaned with pleasure, squeezing Snake's buttocks, rubbing her crotch against his.

Snake spun Meryl around, pushing her back against the front of the office desk. She swept everything off the desktop, then hopped on, reclining onto her back, opening her legs for Snake. Snake unfastened his combat vest, letting it fall to the floor while he unbuttoned his shirt. Discarding the rest of his clothing and gear, Snake walked forward to stand between Meryl's smooth, lithe legs. He bent forward, running his hands over her firm belly and ribs. He cupped her breasts, squeezing them, pinching the stiff nipples. Meryl moaned softly, smiling at Snake, encouraging him to do more. Snake knelt in front of the desk, caressing the insides of Meryl's thighs while he licked her pussy, covering her clit with his saliva. Meryl gasped, wriggling her hips, a tiny stream of honey emerging from her pink hole. Snake ravenously licked away the girl's juices, burying his mouth in her cunt, sucking on the hot flesh within. Meryl's hands scratched over the desktop, her head dangled over the desk's far side, providing her with a view of the ceiling. She watched helplessly as a ghostly image of Psycho Mantis appeared over her, the man's crazed eyes locked on hers. Mantis raised a finger to his mask-covered mouth, then disappeared from sight.

Meryl's pussy was drenched with her juices, trickles of her honey stained Snake's cheeks as he probed her vagina with his tongue. He withdrew his tongue, a stream of sticky nectar connecting the tip to the mouth of Meryl's slit. Snake sucked in the musky stream before nuzzling the slick flesh of Meryl's thighs, her skin warm and silky beneath his lips.

Snake stood up, looming over Meryl's naked body. He crouched over her, massaging her tits, covering her panting mouth with his honey-stained lips. Meryl could taste her cum on Snake's mouth. She kissed him eagerly, sucking in his hot breath, entwining her tongue with his. She felt Snake's cock resting over her pussy, trembling, eager to probe her body. Meryl wrapped her arms around Snake's strong neck, drawing his powerful, muscled body against hers, thrusting her pussy onto his member. Snake's stiff cock slid easily into Meryl's cunt, caressing the velvety walls of her vagina as it dove deep into her belly. Meryl groaned sharply, holding onto Snake while he licked her chest and throat. Man and girl humped each other, their naked bodies gleaming with love sweat. Meryl grabbed Snake's chin with her left hand, holding his face still until she kissed him, devouring his mouth. The desk bucked beneath Meryl, vibrating from the force of Snake's thrusts. Snake's cock filled Meryl's pussy, the petals of her labia lathering the veined sides of his prick with generous amounts of her sweet nectar. Meryl held onto Snake's neck, her breath coming in harsh pants, her breasts jiggling as she felt her orgasm build within her body. Snake and Meryl climaxed together, the girl screaming, arching her back as her pussy exploded. Snake impaled the girl one last time, releasing a torrent of hot cum into her womb. Both lovers became limp, the perspiration cooling on their bodies as they lay close, sharing each other's heat.

"Snake...Mantis…" gasped Meryl, her eyes flicking upwards.

Snake reached down underneath his discarded pants, folding his fingers around the handle of his SOCOM. He raised the pistol and aimed with one smooth motion, caressing the trigger and firing a steady series of shots into the air above the desk. Psycho Mantis appeared, falling onto the floor behind the desk, clutching his spurting throat. He choked on his own blood, writhing on the carpet, then slowly becoming still.

"I heard his panting, very sloppy," smiled Snake with a shake of his head.

Meryl grinned, then pulled Snake close for another kiss.

"Alert me when you learn anything useful," commanded Liquid Snake as he left the medical room.

"Yes, sir," nodded Revolver Ocelot, mockingly saluting with his handless right arm.

"Do you have to begin right away?" purred Sniper Wolf, her cleavage heaving, her lips wet and glistening.

"Uh, I suppose not," stammered Ocelot, staring hypnotically at Sniper's ripe breasts.

"Then give me an hour with our helpless prisoner," suggested Sniper with a crooked grin.

"Very well," agreed Ocelot, snapping a glare at the bound Solid Snake before departing.

Snake watched Sniper warily while the woman examined the controls of the Spetsnaz torture device.

"Let's see...what's this do?"

Numbing electricity shot through Snake's body. Bound arms and legs twitched, while the bare-chested man's stomach clenched painfully.

"Oooo, that looked painful!" giggled Sniper, covering her grin with her left hand.

"I won't tell you anything!" gasped Snake, his muscles on fire.

"That's okay, you don't have to talk for what I want to do with you," promised Sniper as she slowly unzipped the front of her green jumpsuit. Snake watched mutely while Sniper stripped for him, then used the torture device's controls to tilt Snake onto his back. Sniper climbed onto the cool, metal "bed" that made up the rear portion of the torture device. She smiled at Snake, enjoying his helplessness as she unzipped his pants and tugged them down his legs. Sniper took hold of Snake's cock, stroking it up and down, licking the tip with her moist tongue. Snake groaned, tugging ineffectually on his wrist restraints while Sniper Wolf enfolded his shaft with her mouth, sucking loudly on it, her tongue caressing every throbbing vein. Sniper bobbed her blonde head up and down, her right hand sliding up Snake's torso, caressing his taut belly and chest.

"You taste good," purred Sniper before she resumed devouring his cock, her lips milking his pole, her tongue exciting him with every slick caress. Sniper rubbed her lips up and down the sides of Snake's prick, then took each of his balls into her mouth, sucking them, licking them wantonly. Snake's cock quivered, he could feel his semen straining to burst free.

"Not yet, lover," murmured Sniper Wolf, leaving Snake's cock to kiss and lick her way up the naked man's torso. She painted saliva around each of Snake's nipples with her tongue before pressing each nub between her teeth and biting playfully. Snake grimaced from the pain, which made Sniper even more aroused. She licked up the left side of Snake's neck, finally reaching his mouth. She kissed him roughly, locking his lips with hers, forcing her tongue between his jaws. She moaned as she kissed Snake, her breath warm and intoxicating. Sniper stroked Snake's short brown hair with her left hand, kissing his cheeks and nose.

"Ready for a wild ride?" grinned Sniper Wolf mischievously.

The naked woman didn't wait for a reply, she straddled Snake's crotch, holding his erect cock steady below her dripping pussy. Sniper slowly descended onto Snake's prick, shuddering in ecstasy as she felt it slide up into her stomach.

"Feels so good," moaned Sniper, arching her back, pumping her cunt against Snake's shaft.

Sniper Wolf reached back to support herself on Snake's bound legs, her hips thrusting, her breasts bouncing with each pump of her thighs. Despite himself, Snake responded to Sniper, shoving his crotch forward, ramming his prick through the moaning woman's cunt. Sniper leaned forward, her tits beaded with sweat, her golden hair shining as she rested her palms on Snake's heaving chest, her nails digging into his skin. She slammed her pussy down over Snake's hardened pole, grunting as it probed her melting vagina, her juices lubricating its rise up into her belly. The pumping of Sniper's hips increased, gaining power as orgasm approached. With one final thrust, Sniper climaxed, her pussy unleashing a flood of thick honey, the muscles of her vagina shivering uncontrollably.

Sniper traced a finger across Snake's forehead, then kissed him softly in farewell. She climbed off the torture device, climbed back into her jumpsuit, and zipped the garment up to a level just below her jutting breasts. She smiled wickedly at Snake, blew him a kiss, and left the room.

Meryl paced within the confines of her small cell, the reek of urine and vomit strong in the girl's nostrils. She glanced once at the stained mattress to her right, then dismissed it and continued pacing. The heavy cell door unlatched, opening inward to grant Revolver Ocelot entrance.

"I apologize for incarcerating you a second time, but this time your captivity will be short."

"What have you done with Solid Snake?" demanded Meryl, defiantly jutting forward towards Ocelot.

"Such concern! Don't tell me you actually care for that sentimental fool!" chuckled the tall man.

"He's helping me to escape you monsters!"

"Ah, ah!" admonished Ocelot, waving a finger in front of Meryl before slapping her hard across the face. Meryl fell heavily onto the filth-encrusted floor, rubbing her right cheek while she glared up at Ocelot.

"Since I have a little time, I think I'll teach you some manners," smiled Ocelot, shouldering out of his brown duster.

"Fuck you!" snarled Meryl.

"Ladies first," grinned Ocelot, slapping Meryl repeatedly.

Meryl tried to block Ocelot, but he shoved aside her arms, landing blow after blow upon her head. Meryl lay dazed and limp while Ocelot dragged her by the ankle to the stained mattress. He rolled her onto her belly, yanking off her tank top and trousers. He snapped off her panties, tossing them aside.

"So young and firm," growled Ocelot, taking a length of leather from his belt and wrapping it around Meryl's wrists, binding them behind her back. Meryl struggled until Ocelot smacked her on the back of the head. Ocelot pulled back the girl's head by her red hair, placing a second leather strip between her jaws. He tied the strip secure before he began slapping Meryl's ass painfully with his left palm. Meryl groaned loudly in protest through her gag, her eyes tearing while Ocelot spanked her buttocks till they glowed cherry red.

Ocelot caressed Meryl's burning ass, slipping his left index finger down her crack onto her pussy. He fondled the naked girl's clit and labia, scratching the lips of her cunt before slowly inserting his digit into her hole, driving it deep into her warm depths. Meryl moaned softly into her gag, her pussy becoming moist from Ocelot's fingering. He kissed the back of her neck, nuzzling his nose in her rich, fiery, red hair, inhaling the perfume that emanated from her. Ocelot moved his mouth from Meryl's neck to her ass, licking her taut buttocks, then pushing his face between her thighs, his tongue lapping at her wet cunt. Meryl groaned, her teeth grinding against the leather of her gag while Ocelot licked her clitoris, making it shudder with pleasure. He moaned as he licked the outer walls of her vagina, her honey covering his lips, mustache, and chin. When he had drunk his fill, Ocelot unzipped his fly, pulling out his stiff prick.

Meryl tried to turn her head enough to see what he was doing, but Ocelot anticipated her, pressing her face into the reeking fabric of the mattress. Ocelot sat on the backs of Meryl's upper thighs, prying her buttocks apart, then inserting his thick cock into the girl's glistening pussy. He sheathed his member in Meryl's vagina, the mass of moist flesh clenching around his meat, massaging and squeezing it. Ocelot groaned deeply, his left palm still holding Meryl's face down. He pumped energetically into Meryl, shoving himself into her, relishing the slick touch of her hot vagina. Meryl's muffled moans provided a counterpoint to Ocelot's bestial growls as he humped the bound young woman, impaling her again and again until he could restrain himself no longer. Ocelot shot his load into Meryl's belly, short, violent squirts of cum that splashed inside the girl. Ocelot slapped Meryl one last time on the ass, making her groan weakly, before he resealed his trousers and ran a hand through his wet salt and pepper hair.

"Someone will come for you soon," advised Ocelot just before he left Meryl alone in her cell. Meryl rubbed her chaffed wrists, working her jaws free of stiffness. She wiped the tears from her sore eyes, then reached out to retrieve her tank top and pants.

A hand cupped the back of Sniper Wolf's head, supporting it. She coughed weakly, blood flecking her shivering lips.

"Who?" whispered Sniper, her eyes glassy with approaching death.

"Just me," smiled Ocelot, jabbing the side of Sniper Wolf's neck with a syringe and pushing the plunger down.

"What…what are you doing?" gasped Sniper.

"A gift from your new master. It will augment your gene-conditioning and grant you limited regenerative abilities."

"Who else…is left?" demanded Sniper, clutching Ocelot's right sleeve.

"We'll talk more later, it's too dangerous to remain here," replied Ocelot, picking up Sniper easily with both arms. He carried her gently away from the compound, out into the pure, unmarred snow.

Naomi Hunter stalked back and forth inside her cabin, cursing herself for being so careless. Now Campbell knew where her true loyalties lay. She was trapped, locked in her cabin aboard the sub until they returned to harbor. With nothing else to do, Naomi went through her things, packing her more essential notes and disks. That done, Naomi resumed pacing, hands clenched tightly behind her back, until she heard the door lock snap open.

Two guards stood in the doorway, one man remaining outside with his rifle held ready while the second guard rested a food tray on Naomi's desk.

"I want to see her," demanded a young, female voice from the passageway.

"I can't allow that ma'am," replied the rifle-wielding guard.

Mei Ling shoved the guard against the bulkhead, slipping past the second guard who tried to grab her.

"Just give me fifteen minutes!" snapped Mei, her eyes flashing.

The two guards looked at each other, the second soldier shrugging.

"Fifteen minutes, Mei, not one second more!" growled the rifle-bearing guard before he tugged the hatch shut.

"Why did you do it? Why did you betray us?" demanded Mei, facing Naomi with hands on hips.

"You know why," shrugged Naomi, walking to the desk to sniff her food.

"I thought we were friends! I trusted you!" exclaimed Mei, drawing closer to Naomi.

Naomi smiled, keeping her back towards the ranting girl as she reached beneath the edge of the desk to retrieve a syringe. Mei walked closer, demanding an explanation, a reason for the woman's betrayal.

"Just be quiet, you little bitch!" snapped Naomi, spinning around to face an astonished Mei, ramming the syringe into the left side of the girl's neck. The doctor caught Mei before the girl hit the deck. Naomi dropped the syringe into her coat pocket, dragging Mei towards the bed. She dropped the limp girl onto the mattress, then rushed to her desk to get her hidden dart gun. Naomi snapped open the pistol, making sure that two filled hypos were loaded inside. She snapped the gun shut, standing along the far bulkhead in a corner next to her desk.

Fifteen minutes passed, and the hatch was unlocked and opened. The guard without the rifle entered first, his eyes widening when he spotted Mei lying unconscious on the bed.

"Mei's hurt!" shouted the guard, rushing inside to help.

The rifle-wielder stood in the doorway, glancing briefly at Naomi, then fixing his attention on his comrade across the cabin.

Naomi raised her dart gun, firing at the guard in the doorway. The dart embedded itself in the man's left arm. He stared at Naomi wildly, then fell bonelessly to the deck. The guard checking Mei glanced back at his companion, and received a dart in the back of his right shoulder. The guard fell on top of Mei, limbs twitching briefly.

Naomi dragged the rifle-wielder into the cabin, relieving him of his FAMAS. She placed some extra mag clips into her coat pockets before moving quickly to the bed and gathering up Mei. She slung the unconscious girl over her left shoulder, flicking a tablet of Diazepam into her open mouth. Naomi let the tablet dissolve underneath her tongue, and almost instantly a preternatural calm washed over her. Smiling, Naomi left her impromptu prison, Mei dangling from her left shoulder and FAMAS held snugly in her right hand.

*Ocelot?* sub-vocalized Naomi into her Codec.

*Here.*

*I'm out. Get the ship onto the surface so you can pick me up.*

*Acknowledged,* replied Ocelot before he cut the link.

Two guards blocked the corridor ahead at the intersection. They had just noticed Naomi coming toward them when she raised the FAMAS and fired a long burst at both of them. The soldiers danced, holes bursting over their bodies, blood blossoming and splashing across the bulkhead and deck. Naomi stepped daintily over the corpses, turning down a passage to the right.

The deck tilted abruptly, disturbing Roy Campbell from his reading. The aging commander lowered the report in his hands, stabbing at the intercom panel on his desktop.

"Chief! What the hell's going on?"

"Sir! Mutiny!" screamed the officer as gunfire roared in the background. The line snapped off with a sharp hiss of static.

"Damn it!" growled Campbell, pulling his sidearm belt from the back of his chair, fastening it around his thick waist as he stomped towards the hatch of his cabin.

The ethereal form of Psycho Mantis floated behind the pilot, who pulled up on the control yoke with fog-filled eyes. Mantis looked back at the blood-drenched bridge, bodies lying everywhere, blood pooling on the deck, heavy drops plopping wetly from gore-strewn consoles. The sub shivered as it breached the ocean surface, leveling out as it roared forward across the placid waves.

Mantis mimed a gun against his right temple. The pilot copied the motion, unholstering his sidearm and placing the cold muzzle against his head. Mantis bent his finger and the pilot mimicked him, pressing the trigger and blowing his brains out the left side of his head. Psycho Mantis giggled insanely, disappearing from the corpse-covered bridge.

Naomi stood upon the outer deck of the sub, her long raven hair billowing around her head. The Hind helicopter positioned itself above her, a harness and line descending towards her. When the harness came within reach, Naomi seized it and slid inside. She secured Mei closely against her, enjoying the feel of the young girl's curves against her body.

*Ready,* announced Naomi into her Codec.

The line tightened and retracted back up into the Hind. Naomi looked down, watching the sub sail away from her. Dangling over empty ocean, Naomi tilted her head up, waiting as the body of the Hind came closer and closer. Ocelot was waiting by the motorized winch, he reached out, snagged her harness, and pulled her inside.

"Go!" shouted Ocelot at the helicopter's pilot.

The aircraft dipped forward, gaining altitude, roaring across the sea.

Naomi let Ocelot free her from the harness, her eyes taking in Psycho Mantis, who sat on a deck bench with his neck wrapped in a thick white bandage, and Sniper Wolf, who rested on her back upon another bench, an I-V line fastened to her left arm.

Naomi sat on the bench with Mantis, relaxing at last now that she was free.

"Why did you bring the girl?" inquired Ocelot, holding Mei next to him on the bench with Naomi.

"She will be useful bait. She will lure Solid Snake to me," smiled Naomi darkly.

"What do you want him for?" asked Ocelot with an arched eyebrow.

"You'll see," promised Naomi, her laughter husky and malevolent.

Solid Snake opened the hotel room door, holding it open for Meryl. The young woman staggered in carrying two large, heavy suitcases. Snake closed the door and locked it before taking one of the suitcases from Meryl and carrying it to the large bed against the right hand wall.

"When's your appointment at the White House?" asked Meryl, dropping her suitcase next to Snake's.

"In an hour," replied Snake as he hugged the right wall, peering behind a thin window drape at the layout outside.

"You better get going, traffic is murder in this town," advised Meryl.

"Alright," agreed Snake, leaving the window, then swaying unexpectedly into a table.

"David!" exclaimed Meryl, rushing to the man's side, wrapping her right arm around his waist to lend support.

"Just a little dizzy," smiled Snake.

"You really better hurry, the Fox Die virus is getting stronger."

"I will," murmured Snake, brushing Meryl's cheek with a gentle finger.

"And when you get back, I intend to test your endurance," whispered Meryl, kissing Snake's hand.

Snake chuckled, kissing Meryl's nose before breaking away and walking towards the door.

"This shouldn't take long," said Snake before he passed through the doorway and closed the door behind him.

"Solid Snake has left the hotel," reported a console operator.

"Psycho Mantis, you're on," said Naomi Hunter.

The masked psychic nodded, then faded from sight.

"Are you ready, Sniper Wolf?" inquired the lovely doctor.

"Yes," replied the blonde sharpshooter, taking one last drag on her cigarette before extinguishing it beneath her stiletto-heeled shoe.

"Get her in place, Ocelot," ordered Naomi.

"Ma'am," nodded Ocelot before he escorted Sniper out of the abandoned warehouse.

"Keep monitoring Solid Snake," instructed Naomi from behind the operator.

"Yes, ma'am."

"Solid Snake to see you, sir," announced the cute young female secretary.

"Let him in, Jennifer, and make sure we are not disturbed," replied the President as he rose from behind his desk.

"Yes, sir," smiled Jennifer warmly, waiting until Snake entered the Oval Office before closing the door silently.

"You have excellent taste in support staff, Mr. President, or should I call you Solidus?" prompted Snake with an arched eyebrow.

"Solidus will do, since we are brothers of a sort, Snake," smiled the President, beckoning for Snake to sit. "And yes, Jennifer is very nice, a perk of the job, you might say."

Snake took the offered chair, and Solidus sat opposite him with a pistol-like device.

"I'll take care of the more immediate item on our agenda first, if you don't mind?" asked Solidus rhetorically.

Snake nodded, pushing up his right sleeve to his shoulder.

Solidus jabbed the needle of the injector into Snake's upper arm, squeezing the trigger to release the injector's contents into Snake's bloodstream.

"It will burn for a moment," warned Solidus, rising from the chair next to Snake to reclaim his high-backed chair behind the desk.

Snake gritted his teeth, his blood on fire from the Fox Die antidote. He grasped the arms of his chair tightly, the veins of his neck bulging.

Solidus leaned back into his cushioned seat, waiting patiently for the antidote to run its course.

Snake gradually relaxed, releasing his vice grip on the armrests, his breathing slowing to normal.

"Good," nodded Solidus. "Now, to our other business."

"Sir!" saluted the marine guarding the door.

"Soldier," acknowledged Ocelot, tapping his access code into the door's keypad.

The marine divided his attention between Ocelot and the beautiful, blonde woman standing behind him wearing a blood-red latex dress that hugged her upper thighs and left her long, sheer legs bare. A plunging neckline displayed an alluring view of the woman's cleavage.

The keypad bleeped at the same time that the door lock snapped open.

"After you, my dear," offered Ocelot gallantly.

The blonde woman smiled seductively, making the marine's mouth water as she glided through the door. Ocelot followed Sniper Wolf, letting the door close automatically behind him.

"We've been trying to keep tabs on Naomi Hunter ever since she escaped custody," said Solidus, pressing his fingertips together just below his chin. "She's very slippery, we don't know where she's hiding or what she did with Miss Ling."

"We have to find Mei," said Snake sharply.

"We will, I promise you that," replied Solidus with equal gravity. "The good news is we do have some idea what Ms. Hunter has been up to. She's perfected human cloning and is creating more genetically enhanced soldiers like the genome guards you fought on your last mission."

"What's she doing with them?"

"Selling them, to the highest bidder. Intelligence reports that the Russians, Iraqis, and several other powers are snapping them up as fast as Ms. Hunter can grow them. She is a clear and present danger to American national security and must be stopped, by whatever means necessary."

"You've got the power of the world's most sophisticated fighting force at your disposal, why not use it?"

"Because they can't fight someone who can enter their minds and create illusions, or crush their bodies from a distance," replied Solidus. "You've defeated Psycho Mantis, you know how to counter him."

"He's alive?" exclaimed Snake in astonishment.

"Yes, as well as Sniper Wolf," nodded Solidus.

"Great. How about Ocelot? He knows as much about the renegade Fox Hounds as I do."

"He's been out of touch for awhile. We're trying to track him down."

"So you've concluded that only I can catch Naomi and bring her in?"

"Or eliminate her and her base," said Solidus coldly.

Ocelot dragged the dead marine into the armory while Sniper Wolf slapped a full magazine into an M16 rifle.

"Keep them off my back, okay?" asked Sniper as she belted two .45's around her curvaceous hips.

"Done," agreed Ocelot, drawing one of his long-barreled Colt revolvers.

"Let's get crazy," grinned Sniper, hefting her rifle before slipping back out into the hallway.

"Will you help me?" inquired Solidus, sitting forward earnestly in his chair.

"You did cure me of Fox Die, so I owe you one," admitted Snake. "Give me whatever I need to find and penetrate Naomi's base, and agree to take care of Mei when I find her, do that and we have a deal."

"Done," smiled Solidus, reaching forward to shake Snake's hand.

The crack of gunfire sounded beyond the office door. Jennifer burst in, her eyes wild.

"Sir! There are assassins in the building! They're killing everybody!"

"Close the door, Jennifer!" ordered Solidus, shooting up from his chair.

"Looks like Naomi sees you as a threat too," smiled Snake sardonically.

"So it would seem," agreed Solidus, returning Snake's irreverent smile.

"Do you have any weapons cached here?"

"You bet!" replied Solidus, touching a control on his desktop. A wall panel revolved, displaying an impressive cache of rifles, pistols, body armor, and grenades.

"Come over here, Jennifer," commanded Solidus, walking quickly towards his gear.

The short slim blonde girl rushed to the President's side, hugging him tightly, sobbing into his chest. Solidus brushed her golden hair with his right hand, soothing her, then fitting her in a bulletproof vest.

"Hide under the desk, it's armored," instructed Solidus.

"Okay," sniffled Jennifer, smiling wanly before she ran to duck beneath the large desk.

"You should stay with her, sir. It's dangerous out there, and you are the target," advised Snake, snapping a Combat Vest over his lean torso, then fastening a gun belt around his waist.

"Alright. Good luck, Snake," said Solidus, slapping Snake's left shoulder encouragingly.

Snake slapped a mag into a FAMAS rifle before marching quickly to the Oval Office door and gently pulling it open. With no one in sight, Snake entered the hallway, securing the office door behind him.

Bullets dug into the passageway wall, forcing Sniper to remain behind the intersection corner. Smiling with excitement, Sniper extended her left arm into the hall, holding down the trigger of her M16, filling the passage with hot lead. A marine staggered back, bullets tearing across his body. He fell limply onto his back, wounds spurting blood. Ocelot charged into the hall, crouched low, Colt searching for prey. A second marine gasped in fear when Ocelot spied him hiding behind a pillar. The Colt roared twice, and the marine slumped to the floor, clutching his blasted chest.

"Clear," announced Ocelot, emptying his revolver and slamming fresh rounds inside.

"Then let's go," snapped Sniper, reloading her rifle, marching resolutely down the passage.

Solid Snake crab-walked down the hallway, FAMAS rifle held loosely in his right hand. A form blurred across the far end of the hall, just before a burst of gunfire splattered around Snake. He dove to the carpet, turning his rifle onto its side, returning fire at his unseen assailant. Another tall form stood to the left of the intersection's mouth, its raised hand flashing as a Colt pistol spat angry flame at Snake. Snake rolled behind a pedestal that displayed a bust of George Washington. Auto rifle and pistol fire blasted the bust into powdery residue.

A Colt revolver? thought Snake.

"Ocelot? What the hell are you doing?" shouted Snake.

"Repaying a debt. The lovely Ms. Hunter restored my right hand that you destroyed. Now I pay you back with interest!"

The Colt roared again, and the pedestal vibrated while large chunks were blasted from its body.

"You're running out of cover, lover!" laughed Sniper Wolf, tearing more fragments from the pedestal with a sustained salvo from her rifle.

Snake swore under his breath. He unhooked a grenade from his belt, yanked the pin, and hurled the projectile over his shoulder towards the intersection.

"Get back!" screamed Ocelot just before the fragmentation grenade detonated.

The entire hallway shook, dust falling from the ceiling to rain down over Snake's crouched form. He spun away from cover, firing his FAMAS in short bursts at the places he thought Sniper and Ocelot were hiding. When Snake reached the intersection, he discovered that both renegade Fox Hounds were gone, only a few splashes of blood marking where they had stood.

Meryl raised her face up towards the shower spray, enjoying the sensation of the hot water flowing over her slim, naked body. She ran her hands over her slick, red hair, then left the shower stall, grabbing a towel to rub over her glistening mane. The young woman walked into the bedroom, gazing through the transparent curtain into the black night sky. Sighing softly to herself, Meryl sat on the edge of the bed, then fell onto her right side, water beading across her skin. She rolled onto her back, legs spread apart, feet resting on the bed's pillows.

A chill whispered across the hairs on the back of Meryl's neck. She sat up, towel clenched against her wet breasts, her eyes searching the dark room for something she couldn't name, but terrifying nonetheless. Meryl stood up, snapping on the small lamp resting atop the bedside table.

"Sweet Meryl," hissed Psycho Mantis, his wild eyes locked on Meryl's wide orbs.

"No!" screamed Meryl, diving across the bed towards her suitcase, and the weapons she had stored there.

Psycho Mantis waved his left hand, and the suitcase slid across the room to smack against the far wall. The corpse thin man hopped on top of Meryl, his pale, slender arms wrapping around the girl like the legs of a spider. He rolled her onto her back so he could stare into her horror-filled eyes. Mantis reached out with his mind, showing Meryl her worst fears, the things that made her whimper like a small child.

"No, please," sobbed Meryl, the fingers of her right hand shaking as she gently touched the gas mask that covered Psycho Mantis' disfigured face.

Psycho Mantis breathed deeply through his mask, yanking up Meryl's limp arms above her head, binding her wrists together with a leather thong. He removed a red rubber ball gag from within the crotch of his leather pants. He pried open Meryl's trembling mouth, stuffing the gag inside, then fastening it tight around her head. Mantis threw away Meryl's towel before proceeding to fondle her luscious, gleaming tits. Meryl moaned into her gag that tasted like the thin man's loins, her bound hands twitching while Mantis squeezed her breasts, pinching her stiff pink nipples between his chalky white fingers.

Psycho Mantis pressed his right hand between Meryl's closed thighs, stroking up and down the naked girl's cunt, the press of her legs warming his palm. Meryl groaned weakly, her pussy becoming wet, her clit shivering as Mantis fondled it, aroused it with his delicate caress. He dug his index finger into Meryl's cunt, scratching the outer wall of her vagina until honey started to flow against his digit. Mantis dipped a second finger into Meryl's snatch, thrusting in and out, probing deep into her hot sex. Meryl moaned, her lips covering the red rubber gag with saliva, her tits heaving while her pussy burst into sensual flame. Slowly, without realizing it, Meryl opened her legs, exposing her cunt so that Mantis could do as he wished. Psycho panted harshly through his mask, his blood-shot eyes glazed with lust as he fucked Meryl with his long, slim fingers. The girl's juices gleamed on Mantis' fingers while he continued to thrust again and again into her vagina, the warm, slick folds of her fuck tunnel enfolding his digits, squeezing them hungrily. Mantis slid his left hand over Meryl's clenched stomach, caressing the hot flesh of her torso before cupping and squeezing her right breast. Meryl bucked her hips, writhing as her orgasm boiled and boiled, then finally exploded, splashing shining honey all over Psycho Mantis' right arm and chest.

Psycho Mantis raised his mask just enough to place his honey slick fingers into his mouth. He sucked slowly, savoring every drop of Meryl's intoxicating nectar.

Meryl lay panting atop the bed, her slim legs stained with her cunt juices.

Psycho Mantis placed a small, leather bound Barbie doll on the pillows of the bed, then picked up Meryl's compliant, naked body. He held the girl against him, floating across the room towards the window. With a flick of mental power, the window shattered, hurling glass into the outside air. Psycho Mantis floated through the broken window, then shot straight up into the glittering night sky.

"Operatives are reporting in," announced the comm officer.

"Yes?" prodded Naomi.

"Ocelot and Sniper Wolf failed. They sustained injuries but successfully withdrew from the White House. It was Solid Snake who repulsed them."

"Damn him!" growled Naomi.

"Psycho Mantis reporting. He has captured Meryl Silverburgh."

"Excellent," purred Naomi, her eyes narrowing. "He will come to me now, and when he does, he will die, but not before seeing his beloved charges suffer and writhe in sweet agony."

Naomi stalked to the far end of the control room, where Mei Ling hung by her wrists, dressed only in a filthy shift. Naomi picked up a shock rod from a nearby console top, flicking the device on, then slamming it into Mei's left side. Mei screamed into her leather gag, her young body convulsing from the electrical charge that sent spikes of agony through her nervous system.

"You can't wait to see Snake again, can you my little bitch?" cackled Naomi, an obscene gleam in her eyes as she smashed the shock rod against Mei's shuddering belly.

Solid Snake sailed low across the sea, almost touching the water. He angled the black glider up slightly as he flew across the narrow stretch of beach, disappearing into a stand of widely spaced trees. Snake landed without a sound, unstrapping from his harness and drawing a SOCOM from his right leg holster. Snake flicked on his thermal goggles, then advanced into the trees when he detected no sign of guards.

Naomi sucked intently on Mei's left breast, nibbling on the naked girl's nipple with her teeth. Mei groaned softly, the handcuffs binding her hands to the bed's headboard jingling from her weak struggles. Naomi smiled, filling her mouth with the girl's warm tit while she fondled Mei's moist pussy with her left hand. The bound girl arched her back, her flat belly clenching as Naomi slipped her left index finger between the lips of Mei's cunt. Naomi slid her tongue up Mei's breast, across her shoulder, then up the girl's slender neck. Naomi covered Mei's panting lips, extending a tongue to explore the helpless girl's throat. Naomi's index finger poked in and out of Mei's wet slit. Mei's honey trickled out of her cunt, staining the insides of her slim, smooth, inner thighs. Naomi removed her dripping finger, raising it to Mei's lips.

"Lick it," purred Naomi, kissing the side of Mei's neck.

Mei obediently stuck out her tongue to lick her own cunt juices from Naomi's slim digit. The girl moaned, her lips warm around Naomi's finger while she sucked sensually. Naomi slowly removed her finger, kissing Mei, tasting the girl's nectar as their lips caressed each other.

Naomi straddled Mei's face, lowering her own head to the girl's crotch. Naomi buried her mouth inside Mei's pussy, licking down the length of Mei's cunt. Mei gently sucked on Naomi's labia, then flicked her tongue over Naomi's hardened clit. Naomi moaned inside Mei's pussy, probing the girl's vagina with her agile tongue. The beautiful doctor licked Mei's inner thighs, the flesh warm and silky. Mei sucked wetly on Naomi's cunt, her tongue lapping the walls of the nude woman's vagina. Naomi's body shivered, she gasped sharply when her orgasm hit, her hips quivering while streams of glistening honey escaped from her cunt hole.

Naomi rested on top of Mei, groaning softly as the handcuffed girl drank her juices.

Solid Snake hid behind a stout tree, glancing at the entrance of the compound. The entrance appeared to be lightly guarded, only two soldiers stood near the single metal door. Snake scanned the building front with his thermal goggles, discovering no other guards in hiding. Snake brought up his silenced SOCOM, aiming at the head of the first guard. There was only a soft hiss as Snake fired, the bullet smashing into the soldier's forehead. Even as the first guard fell, the second guard took a round in the throat. Snake sprinted across the cleared lawn to the entrance, snatching one of the guards' key-cards and opening the thick metal door. Snake leveled his pistol at the passageway beyond the door, but no one waited behind it. Smiling grimly, Solid Snake entered the compound and closed the door behind him.

"Security breach!" reported one of the monitor operators. He slapped an alert button, and the entire security room was bathed in blood-red light.

"Front entrance! It's Solid Snake!" confirmed another operator.

"Send two squads to capture him," ordered Ocelot, reclining back in his observation chair.

Meryl lay limply on the large, silk-sheeted bed. The young woman's body was naked, her skin still hot from having sex with Psycho Mantis. The leather-garbed man knelt on the floor next to the bed, tilting Meryl's face towards him. He forced her mouth open and slipped a capsule inside. Mantis closed Meryl's mouth, stroking her throat until she swallowed the drug he had given her. Meryl moaned softly, her vision exploding with different colors, screams and the screeches of tearing metal filling her head. Psycho Mantis stroked Meryl's short, sweat-slick red hair. He watched the quickening rise and fall of her bare breasts, he admired her long, sleek legs as they rubbed against each other.

Psycho Mantis rolled Meryl onto her stomach. He folded her legs into a kneeling position as her luscious ass thrust up towards him. Mantis unbuckled his leather pants, releasing his stiff cock. He fondled Meryl's buttocks while she drooled, lost in a drug-induced haze. Mantis pressed the tip of his prick against Meryl's asshole, then shoved himself inside. Meryl groaned, her hips bucking as Mantis thrust into her ass again and again. He slapped Meryl's buttocks, the crack of hand against flesh loud in the dimly lit bedroom. Mantis rammed into the young woman's rectum violently, filling her sphincter with his engorged meat. Meryl didn't fight Mantis' probing of her anus, she relaxed, her eyes glazed from the drug Mantis had given her. Mantis' thrusts increased, he grunted with effort, his cock aching for release. With a sharp groan, Mantis climaxed, squirting his cream into Meryl's asshole. Droplets overflowed from Meryl's rectum, sliding down her crack to her trembling pink cunt.

Solid Snake held down the trigger of his FAMAS rifle, spraying bullets into the corridor ahead. Three guards fell back, spurting blood from fatal torso wounds. Snake ejected the empty mag and slapped in a fresh one, peeking around the corner into the corpse-filled hallway. No one remained standing, so Snake advanced, his rifle held ready in both hands. Two guards appeared from a side passage further down the hallway, raising rifles of their own. Snake didn't hesitate, he fired two quick bursts at both soldiers. One burst caught the first guard in the chest, while the second burst blasted the second man's head apart. Snake marched forward while the dead bodies fell bonelessly to the blood-soaked floor. Listening for other soldiers, Snake continued toward the heart of the compound.

"He's eliminated three squads of my best soldiers," observed Naomi, her narrowed eyes illuminated by the monitor's glow.

"Want me to go after him?" asked Ocelot.

"Yes, take Sniper Wolf with you."

"Ma'am," nodded Ocelot before departing.

"Open a line to Psycho Mantis' quarters," commanded Naomi.

Solid Snake hid behind the catwalk railing, bullets zipping through the air around him. He primed a grenade and threw it down into the storage bay where four guards kept him pinned with rifle fire. The frag grenade went off with a dull roar, followed by the agonized screams of the dying soldiers. Making sure they were no longer a threat, Snake raced along the catwalk toward the far exit.

The revolver round smashed into Snake's left shoulder, spinning him around. Ocelot fired two more times, hitting Snake in the stomach.

"He's got body armor! Make a head shot!" advised Sniper Wolf from another catwalk as she leveled her rifle at the spot where Snake had fallen.

"Easy as pie," grinned Ocelot, walking toward Snake's prone form while he aimed at the fallen man's head.

Snake rolled from his side to his back, arms outstretched with his SOCOM grasped in both hands.

"Fuck me!" swore Ocelot, squeezing the trigger of his Colt.

Snake blasted Ocelot with his heavy pistol, the slugs punching through his foe's chest. Ocelot grunted, twisting away, firing reflexively into the floor of the catwalk. As Ocelot fell, Sniper Wolf fired her rifle, an armor-piercing round punching through the railing of the catwalk near Snake's right leg. Snake rolled toward the waiting exit, more holes following him as Sniper tried to track his movements. Snake unclasped a grenade, rolling it down the floor of the catwalk. Sniper switched her aim, firing at the sound of the grenade's passing. Snake thrust himself to his feet, aiming and firing with one smooth motion.

Sniper Wolf's head jerked back, then she fell, a small hole bleeding between her shocked eyes.

"Are the prisoners loaded?" shouted Naomi over the beating of the helicopter's blades.

"Yes, Ma'am! We can leave whenever you want!"

Naomi turned to Psycho Mantis, who stood nearby in his dirty black duster and mask.

"I want him dead! Do you understand?"

Psycho nodded.

"Take off!" ordered Naomi, climbing into the helicopter's cabin and sliding the hatch shut before the large craft slowly rose into the cloudy night sky.

Snake entered the red-lit security room warily, his rifle cradled in his arms. Everyone was gone, the room was deathly silent.

"Snake?" whispered a weak voice.

"Meryl?" hissed Snake, looking around a second time.

"It is you!" exclaimed Meryl, dressed in a torn white T-shirt and fatigue pants.

The attractive young woman rushed into Snake's arms, holding him desperately.

"You came for me!" sobbed Meryl, her body warm against Snake's.

"I had to," smiled Snake. "Have you seen Mei?"

"No," whimpered Meryl, just before she stabbed Snake in the side with a combat knife.

"What..?" gasped Snake, grimacing in pain while Meryl raised her bloody knife to strike again.

Meryl gazed at Snake with wide, wild eyes, drool slipping out the side of her mouth as she slashed at Snake. Snake slapped the weapon away, then smashed his right boot into Meryl's belly. The young woman was hurled back over a console, disappearing from view.

Snake drew his pistol, the laser sight flashing near Meryl's landing area.

Sharp pain blossomed inside Snake's mind. He clutched at his temples, reeling back against a console.

Psycho Mantis appeared behind the console where Meryl had fallen. He unsheathed two throwing knives and hurled them at Snake.

One knife slapped wetly into Snake's right shoulder, the second blade embedded deeply inside his right thigh. Snake fell heavily to the floor, clutching his bleeding shoulder and leg.

Psycho Mantis levitated into the air, baring two more glittering knives.

Snake yanked the knife from his thigh, flinging the weapon at Psycho.

Psycho choked as the knife slammed into his throat, bright red blood exploding from the impact.

Snake stumbled to his feet as Psycho crashed down to the floor, clutching his gushing wound with both hands.

"This time you stay down," snarled Snake, aiming his pistol and emptying the weapon in Psycho Mantis' masked face.

Naomi sat nervously on the helicopter cabin bench, Mei resting upon her lap. Naomi idly played with Mei's left nipple, the girl drugged and laying limply against Naomi's right shoulder.

"One of our choppers is joining us," reported the pilot from the cockpit.

"Contact it. Find out if they managed to kill Solid Snake," commanded Naomi, stroking Mei's small belly.

"Yes, Ma'am!" acknowledged the pilot.

Mei moaned softly, adjusting her perch on Naomi's lap.

"It's not responding," frowned the pilot.

"It's Snake!" hissed Naomi. "Lose him!"

"I'll try, Ma'am," replied the pilot, coaxing more speed from the heavier craft's engines.

Naomi caressed Mei's left thigh, her hand sliding up and down quickly.

"It's closing," reported the pilot just before the helicopter lurched sickeningly.

"We're taking fire!" shouted the pilot, trying to keep the chopper level.

"Solid Snake wants us to turn back," said the co-pilot.

"He won't risk killing his precious whores!" murmured Naomi to herself, moving her left hand between Mei's warm legs.

The cabin shook again, and this time Naomi could hear the awful scream of torn metal.

"We're losing altitude!" snapped the pilot. "Ma'am! We have to do as he says!"

"Very well," snarled Naomi, looking down at Mei, so beautiful, so helpless in her drugged stupor. Naomi thought for a moment, then smiled with inspiration.

The smoking helicopter barely made it back to the island's landing pad. The pad was littered with American transports and wary soldiers. Snake touched down with his chopper, jumping out of the cockpit without waiting for the craft's blades to stop whirling. When he reached Naomi's escape craft, it was surrounded by soldiers with ready M16s.

"Meryl!" shouted Snake, pushing through the guard cordon to help the young woman from the airship.

"Snake," smiled Meryl wearily, her red hair snapping in the strong breeze.

Snake and Meryl hugged for a long moment, before two soldiers carried Mei out of the chopper on a stretcher.

"How is she?" asked Snake, gazing down at the unconscious girl.

"I don't know for certain. It appears she's suffered extreme mental trauma, I'll have to conduct a thorough series of tests," replied the army doctor before he urged the soldiers toward one of the waiting military transports.

"She'll be alright," said Meryl, hugging Snake's left arm.

"I hope so," replied Snake, his eyes worried.

The guard ring tightened when Naomi was escorted from the chopper.

"Solid Snake, sorry my little welcome didn't turn out the way I wanted," smiled the woman coldly.

"Why did you lure me here? Why bring Meryl and Mei into it?"

"I wanted you, of course," replied Naomi. "You're special. You could have been the template for an even greater generation of soldier."

"Sorry I couldn't oblige you," retorted Snake.

"Don't worry. You'll get another chance to aid me," chuckled Naomi as the guards led her away.

"What did she mean?" murmured Meryl.

"Nothing," shrugged Snake, placing his left arm around Meryl's shapely waist. "Let's go home."

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