Chapter 30: Muang Hii-Kon

Thanks to Alexa’s precise information, Putty and Mackenzie managed to rescue Margot. The reporter had been captured by a gang of third-rate bandits who were holding her prisoner in an abandoned warehouse at the docks.

After defeating them in a humiliating and scatological way, Putty hid while Mackenzie invented some story for the Police, who ended up arresting two of the three criminals.

Bibby, the more naïve and least committed blonde of the group, was left out and managed to escape ... after all, she had never truly agreed to be a bandit.

After leaving the two reporters safely at Margot’s apartment, Putty returned to Alexa Corp to fulfill her part of the agreement.

In the luxurious office on the 50th floor, Alexa and Iza were already waiting for her. Putty was now wearing her red latex dress, extremely tight against her body, so snug that it marked every detail: the volume of her hard nipples, the swollen folds of her pussy, and even the delicate wrinkles of her asshole.

Iza approached in silence and handed over the pink little dress that Pôia had given as a gift. Alexa commented in a slightly ironic tone:

— Here’s the dress you forgot in my office. If it’s something as important as that blonde reporter made it seem, you should take better care of it.

Putty carefully took the little dress, hugged it against her face and answered sincerely:

— You got it ... This will never happen again.

Alexa cleared her throat loudly to get attention and continued, pointing to a map displayed on the wall screen:

— Very well. Now it’s time for you to fulfill your part of the agreement and help me with a problem I’m having.

Putty affectionately folded the pink little dress and placed it on the daybed before answering with a sarcastic little smile:

— What could someone with so much power and resources as you possibly want from me, a simple alien with incredible superpowers?

Alexa ignored the tone and explained, serious: — Due to a revolution, a small country called Muang Hii-Kon recently appeared. The problem is that the dictator there is not allowing the installation of Alexa Corp branches in his territory, and that is interfering with my business in that region. There is an armed group trying to overthrow him, but they’re just a bunch of poor wretches with outdated weapons. I want you to invade that place and eliminate the dictator, so I can put someone of my own in his place, under my command.

Putty immediately scowled: — You want me to kill someone? I’m not going to be your personal assassin!

Alexa shrugged, indifferent: — What you will or won’t do is exclusively your problem. What I want is for you to get that idiot out of power, leaving the position vacant so I can fill it with a subordinate of mine.

Iza took a step forward, informing in her monotonous voice: — The flight there is scheduled for half an hour from now. I will take you to where our private aircraft is.

Putty turned, already leaving the office: — I don’t need any of that. I can fly on my own.

Iza looked at the daybed and commented dryly to Alexa: — She forgot the pink dress again...

Putty flew at full speed over the buildings of Gozopolis, propelled by a strong jet of diarrhea that fell wet onto the streets below, smearing the people walking on the sidewalks.

She headed out over the ocean without hesitation, laughing to herself: — Damn, there’s really a lot of water on this planet! There wasn’t this much water on Karola. I think the people here must never have felt thirst.

Less than half an hour later, Putty began to feel her anal jet losing power. Her strength was gradually fading and her altitude was dropping rapidly: