The Camera
Copyright© 2025 by Techman1952
Chapter 3: Natasha
Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 3: Natasha - Bob Whitehead found an alien’s camera, it had some unique functions, as an Electrical Engineer with a Doctorate, he reverse engineered it. Along the way he met the perfect girl that had similar desires. They married and had an instant family, adopting two teenage girls. They had obstacles to overcome and people who wanted what they had. Note: Beastiality is mentioned and briefly described.
Caution: This Science Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft ft/ft Fa/ft Consensual Lesbian BiSexual Science Fiction Aliens Group Sex Orgy Analingus Fisting Voyeurism Small Breasts
Natasha and her team had made three group jumps using paragliding parachutes and landing within a fifty foot square made using white chalk powder. The first drop had them spread out over a quarter mile square. The next jump three of the team landed outside the box but close, the farthest away had been seventeen feet away. On the third jump everyone landed inside the square.
These jumps were all made in daylight. When Natasha tried to get the owner of the school to take them up on a night jump he had become suspicious of them. He had declined and had refused to take them up again.
Natasha had managed to make impressions of the keys to the plane, the hanger, and the rigging room where the chutes were stored. With these a somewhat shady locksmith was able to make the keys. Before getting banned, Natasha had been able to test the keys, they had all worked. She had also had a duplicate key made for the bus she had rented.
On Saturday they gathered in Natasha’s room, the six team members, a hired pilot, and Boris. They went over the plans. She had a Google satellite photograph of the top of the target tower blown up on a large LCD monitor. It showed the pool and the hanger for the helicopter as well as the Cabana changing room/bathroom. She overlaid the expected wind forecast for the area as she expanded the entire area. Based on that information they chose the location that they would have to exit the plane and noted the buildings and other landmarks to look for. They would jump at eight thousand feet and trail Natasha to the tower’s roof. The drop was scheduled for 3:30 AM. The pilot would fly back to the airport, lock up the plane and go home. Boris would steal the bus and park outside the parking garage and wait.
The elevator was inside the Cabana along with the required stairway. The stairs were the security weak point. A breaching tool would make short work of the lock. It was a long pry bar that could be pounded in between the doorframe and the door just above or below the lock. Then they would pry the two apart until the latch is clear, then open the door.
They would go down the stairs and do the same thing to the penthouse door. Then they would storm into the penthouse, surprise the Whitehead guy and force him to give up the plans to the radar. Then they would kill him and anyone else in the place. Either they would take the elevator down to the garage, or if the elevator had a lock, they would go back to the roof and repel down the outside of the building using the two ropes they would bring with them. After getting on the bus they would head back to Mexico and the border.
Bob
Saturday afternoon I met with my team and we discussed how we would take down the Russian team. I wasn’t one hundred percent sure they would come tonight, but the one percent of doubt was too small to worry about. The only thing I don’t know is what time they will literally drop in on us!
As I suspected my resident Texas Law Enforcement officer wouldn’t leave. I wasn’t going to argue with her ... she carries a loaded gun! All of us walked out on the roof and looked around. The balustrade surrounding the edge of the roof was three feet high, it was made of reinforced concrete six inches wide covered in a black granite veneer. The required red blinking anti collision lights were at each corner. An antenna tower was attached to the wall of the helicopter hanger, it was thirty feet tall and had blinking red lights at fifteen feet and the top. There were additional red blinking lights on the corners of the hangar and the cabana. Those were the only lights that would be on at night with no one up there. All of the red lights blink on and off at the same time. There are flood lights located on the front corners of the hangar and halfway up the antenna. They could be turned on with my cellphone.
Behind the helicopter hanger there is a space for the window washing equipment three feet wide between it and the balustrade. Everyone agreed that that was where we would wait, we would be in a shadow if we removed the two back corner bulbs. If they were to notice they were out they were most likely about to land and it would be way too late to stop. They could divert and land on the parking lot but that was going to be covered by two team members. They were going to grab Boris.
So we would let them all land, there would be seven since I figured Natasha would jump with them. I thought that she would want to get even with both of us. Wendy for arresting her, and me for dumping her. I had no doubt they planned on killing us, it’s good the girls are camping.
Everyone took a nap, or at least tried to. We figured they would come sometime after two thirty but before four thirty. We took our positions at two o’clock and made ourselves as comfortable as possible. As always the hardest part of any operation is the waiting. Trying to relax as your anticipation of possibilities runs through your head. But we had all been there before, except Wendy!
Natasha and her team.
Natasha dropped Boris at the bus and followed him to the motel to pick up the rest of the team. It was on the way from the Church to the airport outside of Hempstead. The pilot had already called and was on his way. Natasha didn’t trust the guy, he was a drug runner used by a Mexican Cartel. To her way of thinking anyone low enough to be involved with bringing poison into your own country, was scum! How that reconciles with what she had planned in a few hours is problematic.
They arrived and found the pilot already doing the preflight on the plane. They used the new pirated key to unlock the hanger door and then the rigging room. They picked up their parachutes and loaded onto the plane. The pilot dialed in the airport’s frequency on the radio that turned on the runway lights. He did the run ups, tested both magnetos, and extended the flaps as they sat at the staging area of the runway. Once he was satisfied that all was well, he did a quick look at the landing pattern for any incoming planes. Then after not spotting any bright landing lights, he shoved the throttle forward and started his takeoff roll. Using just half the available runway length the plane left the earth and was airborne, he cycled the landing gear, and retracted the flaps once he had the airspeed. He immediately began the climb to eight thousand feet while turning to the south south east toward the drop zone. He did check in with IAH air traffic control to log the flight in as a night flight hours logging run.
Fifteen minutes later they were in the correct location down wind of the target, the wind was at a steady eight MPH out of the southwest. Five minutes out the pilot flipped a switch and turned on a yellow light to alert the jumpers to get ready, they all activated glow sticks in fluorescent green attached to their ankles, and moved into position. As soon as they reached the optimal location for jumping, he toggled the next switch and the green “GO” light illuminated and Natasha jumped out the door, followed quickly by each man. They only did a free fall for a few seconds before throwing a drogue chute that would pull the paragliding chute from the pack. The glow sticks gave them an easy point of light to follow as they guided their flight toward the rooftop almost three quarters of a mile away while all following their leader, Natasha. Their MP-5 silenced machine pistols hanging from a spring cord attached to a tactical harness.
Bob and his team
Bob observed the plane, whose running lights had remained on, as it approached the estimated drop point. Through his spotting scope he actually saw the jumpers exit the plane and deploy their chutes. He alerted the team to get ready!
One by one the six of the seven parachutists crossed the threshold of the balastrade and flared their chutes by pushing their hands holding the control riser’s down to their knees and dropping to the floor of the roof gently. The seventh was too low and his body slammed into the mirrored finished glass of the twelfth floor, the chute billowing onto the roof of the hanger losing its air and the ability to hold the man in place. The man’s unconscious weight pulling the chute down as he began to fall to the ground, he had a fifty percent chance that the chute would catch enough air to re-deploy and slow his descent enough for him to live. But by chance the parachute was flowing over the top of Bob’s team. Two of them grabbed onto the shroud lines and parachute and were able to anchor it to the window washing rail.
Bob and the team rushed out from behind the hanger as he turned on the floodlights catching the assault team completely off guard. Using a microphone and loudspeaker he told the Russians to lay down their weapons and place their hands on their heads or risk being shot in the head! All but two compiled, one was busy trying to stay afloat as he tread water in the deep end of the swimming pool. The other one was so frustrated and angry that she grabbed her weapon and was turning to engage her enemy with withering gunfire. She came close, making the turn halfway before one round from Bob’s AR-15 entered her brain and took her to the ground. Her life and her anger both simultaneously snuffed out as the single bullet entered at the base of the back of her head just behind her right ear and exploded bone fragments, the bullet, and the pressure generated by the impact to destroy her cerebellum and brain stem and turning a massive amount of her remaining brain into a gelatinous glob of goo. She was dead before she could have even realized any pain, and before her lifeless body hit the floor.
They covered the men as they saved their comrade in the pool from drowning. And as they then pulled their still unconscious one from dangling off the side of the building. All in all, it had been a successful counter insurgency operation for Bob and his team. It was unfortunate that Natasha had chosen to ignore his warning, but she made her choice and died as a consequence.
Bob called the number he had been given, when it was answered on the second ring, he said “Ready!” And ended the call. Twenty minutes later a large bobtail truck pulled into the delivery bay of the high rise along with a full size van. Men in white coveralls without any identifying logos or name tags all carrying Standard Manufacturing DP-12 bull pup twelve gauge shotguns and multiple handcuffs on tactical belts that also held an additional ten 00 buck shotgun shell reloads. They also carried several body bags.
They entered the building and loaded onto the express elevator to the penthouse. They handcuffed the prisoners and guarded them as they were taken to the ground floor and placed inside the bobtail truck along with the driver of the bus, Boris.
Natasha’s body was placed inside a body bag, any fluids that had dripped from her were cleaned and the cleaning towels added to the bag before being zipped up. It also was loaded on the truck. All the parachutes were gathered as well as the retrieval of keys and weapons, all of which were placed in secure containers on the truck. All evidence that anything had happened on the rooftop was erased.
Natasha’s body was incinerated and her ashes flushed into the sewer system. The prisoners were transferred by the men in white, to a maximum security prison in an underground facility in what was known as Area Fifty One. No acknowledgment of their whereabouts were ever disclosed and they would remain imprisoned for the rest of their lives.
The parachutes were carefully packed and returned to the rigging room in the hangar they originated from. The airplane was refueled by the pilot and parked in the same spot. The pilot, who was an undercover agent of the DEA, did not file any report about the incident, and went home to sleep.
The weapons were cataloged and inspected, those needing refurbishment were fixed, then all of them were stored in a Special Forces armory in San Diego, California.
Bob and his team partied for a short time then went to sleep. Late the next afternoon they woke, had a breakfast of steak and eggs. Then they were supplied with the codes and the regimen required to initiate the operation of the cameras they had been gifted. Their kit bags were packed and they loaded up and left in intervals from the garage of Tower number one until the next time they needed to have a reunion.
After they were all gone Wendy and I took a relaxing bath and made love for over an hour. We enjoyed taking their time, giving each other very intimate tongue baths and then concentrating on the more erotic sensual spots. Before my cock ultimately entered the wet, warm, and tight confines of Wendy’s very excited pussy. After multiple orgasms had been experienced by both of us, we brought out the original alien camera and began scanning the surrounding area for someone to watch.
It being Sunday we didn’t find much action, people were recovering from their weekend exploits for the most part. But we did spot some interesting sexual liaisons going on. The girls came in and joined us in bed and began sharing stories and videos and photographs of their trip. I had given them both the pin cameras inserted in a Girl Scout medallion on a gold chain.
Morning Flower (the Alien)
The AI initiated the activation of the worm hole generator as soon as its Commanding Officer was in her deep sleep. Once again they went to the blue planet that was the third planet from the system “M” class star. It was one of two planets within the habitable zone of the system. The second and farther planet may have contained life but its atmosphere had been ripped away by a collision with a planetoid sized object in the distant past.
They arrived in and assumed a geostationary orbit over the geographic location where they had previously landed. The AI woke the Princess up from her suspended animation and let her fully become aware and partake of food and drink before requesting further instructions.
“AI, please return us to the spot that we left from, so abruptly, on the planet’s surface. Engage the cloaking device and ensure that the dominant race doesn’t detect us visually or with their primitive electronic frequency detection systems.”
The saucer shaped craft disappeared as it rapidly moved toward the still distant planet. Then it slowed as it entered the atmosphere and then gently settled into the exact same indentations its landing gear had settled in on the previous trip. After observing the forest for several seconds and detecting only the normal forest animals it had detected before. The AI extended the ramp and opened the hull of the saucer allowing the Princess to exit.
She walked down the ramp and began searching the area, she remembered the area she felt certain it had been laying, but it wasn’t there. Walking back up the ramp and into the saucer. The AI automatically retracted the ramp and closed the door returning the saucer to a completely cloaked state once more.
“AI, Is there a way to track the whereabouts of the camera?”
“Yes, Princess! Initiating tracking now! The camera is located sixty kilometers from this point almost due west. Shall I move us to its location?”
“Yes! I must get the camera before I can return home!”
The inertial dampening system prevented her from feeling the nine g’s of force as the invisible saucer shifted to the new location on top of a tall structure. It was after the planet had turned and this location had moved into darkness. The AI extended the ramp towards a door into a structure that its sensors indicated had access to the floor below. The saucer door opened as the Princess walked through it and down.