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The first of nine images I did for Bomber Gone, a short story written by Dogfish (a writer I met here on Deviant Art). The story follows two sexy spies, Sammi and Amy, as they infiltrate the high tech Damocles prototype bomber disguised as crew members. This first image shows Sammi dealing with one of the aircraft's gunners. I have posted the complete story below, but here an excerpt:
She leaned forward a little, looking past the gunner at the screen, allowing her breasts to just rest on her shoulder. The gunner turned slightly, awkward at the contact and sudden criticism. At the same moment Sammi’s hand dropped down from the back of the seat and she planted the needle in the back of the gunner’s neck, giving the stinger a second squeeze to release the contents.The gunner flinched and recoiled slightly, but didn’t have time to make a sound before the paralytic drug had taken effect. The point of injection being so close to the spine had speeded the process greatly. Sammi held her hand in place for a few seconds, letting the effect take hold, then pulled out the needle and discarded the expended stinger.“See it isn’t really very difficult, killing from up here,” Sammi whispered softly to her paralysed victim, “Not with a bomb from sixty thousand feet.” She seated herself in the stricken gunner’s lap, facing her. The gunner’s mouth opened a little, her lower lip trembling as she attempted to speak, but no sound came out.
I will post the next parts every day for the next eight days! Enjoy

Bomber Gone by DogfishBomber Gone
The Damocles prototype soared through the air more smoothly and naturally than anything that size had any business to. The vast delta wing aircraft howled through the sky like an angry dragon, the sheer bulk and speed of the monster ripping the air apart in a deafening din that threatened to drown out the engines. The Damocles was a marvel of modern engineering, the ultimate expression of technical superiority. It was not enough to just drop bombs any more, no, you had to scare people. They had to know what was coming. They had to fear it. Once airborne the Damocles had the range to reach any city on the planet and the firepower to remove it from existence. It could do it from high altitude, or it could come down good and low, shattering windows and shaking buildings by its mere presence. The designers were all very proud.
Within the belly of the beast things were much quieter. The flight crew sat at their stations, carefully running their scheduled inflight checks while a

Description
The first of nine images I did for Bomber Gone, a short story written by Dogfish (a writer I met here on Deviant Art). The story follows two sexy spies, Sammi and Amy, as they infiltrate the high tech Damocles prototype bomber disguised as crew members. This first image shows Sammi dealing with one of the aircraft's gunners. I have posted the complete story below, but here an excerpt:
She leaned forward a little, looking past the gunner at the screen, allowing her breasts to just rest on her shoulder. The gunner turned slightly, awkward at the contact and sudden criticism. At the same moment Sammi’s hand dropped down from the back of the seat and she planted the needle in the back of the gunner’s neck, giving the stinger a second squeeze to release the contents.The gunner flinched and recoiled slightly, but didn’t have time to make a sound before the paralytic drug had taken effect. The point of injection being so close to the spine had speeded the process greatly. Sammi held her hand in place for a few seconds, letting the effect take hold, then pulled out the needle and discarded the expended stinger.“See it isn’t really very difficult, killing from up here,” Sammi whispered softly to her paralysed victim, “Not with a bomb from sixty thousand feet.” She seated herself in the stricken gunner’s lap, facing her. The gunner’s mouth opened a little, her lower lip trembling as she attempted to speak, but no sound came out.
I will post the next parts every day for the next eight days! Enjoy

Bomber Gone by DogfishBomber Gone
The Damocles prototype soared through the air more smoothly and naturally than anything that size had any business to. The vast delta wing aircraft howled through the sky like an angry dragon, the sheer bulk and speed of the monster ripping the air apart in a deafening din that threatened to drown out the engines. The Damocles was a marvel of modern engineering, the ultimate expression of technical superiority. It was not enough to just drop bombs any more, no, you had to scare people. They had to know what was coming. They had to fear it. Once airborne the Damocles had the range to reach any city on the planet and the firepower to remove it from existence. It could do it from high altitude, or it could come down good and low, shattering windows and shaking buildings by its mere presence. The designers were all very proud.
Within the belly of the beast things were much quieter. The flight crew sat at their stations, carefully running their scheduled inflight checks while a