A Creepy Laboratory

(Art by Ziggysketch!)

Peggy Carter hated the feeling of metal on her bare skin. The cold feeling that sent shivers down her was often distracting, especially when trying to brief or fight in combat. The fact that her soft thighs were sticking to the metal of the air vent she was in was less than ideal as certain feelings continued to knock around her head.

“Not now Margret,” Peggy mumbled as she looked down through some of the grates underneath her. The castle had minimal guards, the Axis feeling almost untouchable as they notched victory after victory. Most of the people were guests for the fuhrer's shindig, as Peggy eyed women in gorgeous dresses of reds with frills, blue with silk, and even purple with fishnets.

“See, bloody fashion models down there, and I’m up here…” Peggy mumbled as she stopped for a moment to move her hands to her backside. The agent’s state of dress had fallen off a cliff at this point, her tattered t-shirt was barely containing her breasts as they squished against the grate, but her cream briefs continued to be a problem, one Peggy hoped to fix.

“Come on, come on,” Peggy muttered as her hands picked the cotton briefs out from her backside. It was one thing to be doing a mission virtually in her underwear, it was another to be doing it with them wedged up in her backside.

“Ahh,” Peggy sighed as the fabric returned to the proper covering of her bum.

In the heat of the moment Peggy hadn’t been bothered with her increasingly missing wardrobe. The mission had always come first. But traveling in the ducts of the castle had increasingly made the buxom brunette aware of her condition. Many people had made the mistake of assuming Peggy Carter wasn’t a proper lady, what with her fighting, drinking, gambling, and leading during the war effort. But she was a propper Mason gal. Only two men had ever seen Peggy in her full glory, one was a dead Nazi in a tub, and the other was fighting valiantly on the frontlines. And she wished to keep it that way.

Of course what Peggy wanted and what she felt was an entirely different thing as her briefs dampened under the thought of being caught. For someone taught how to always be a good girl, Peggy knew her actions today were the farthest thing and she didn’t give a damn. All that mattered was killing Hitler…and maybe finding a decent pair of shoes.

Soon she reached the end of the vent system. Slowly she twisted her body around to plant her feet against the grate, as she moved the metal caught her underwear, sending them deeper into her cheeks as the agent let out a little yip before regaining her composure.

“Margret, we didn’t survive ten years of boarding school, four years of college, and a year of basic training to complain about your knickers in a twist,” Peggy muttered as she felt her bare feet on the metal, the tingling returning as she pressed hard against it, knocking the grate off its hinges and entering the end point of the ventilation system.

“My god,” Peggy said as she stood up and took in her surroundings, a shiver moving down her spine from how cold the room had to be kept. Several jars and instruments had been kept to the side, with several notebooks and machinery on tables. It was a place of science, and as Peggy’s nipples hardened she was beginning to realize this was no place to be underdressed.

“What are you doing here,” She mumbled before looking at the documents. Elements of cryogenics, mechanical men, and even cloning tech were all laid out clearly. She laid her gun and detonator on the table as she read something called Project Reternal. Agent Carter looked over it before seeing something out of the corner of her eye, a floating hand in a jar.

“Oh my god,” She said as floating body parts of the fuhrer floated in jars around her. Suddenly it dawned on her just what the Axis was getting up to here. If Hitler dies…they’d just create another Hitler, and judging by the documents this is what the party was for, to test fuhrer-two. “And I really wanted to kill the bloody real Hitler too.”

“Really Peggy with that on?” A voice called out. “I say I knew you were a bit of a fool, but just your knickers and a shirt? What would Steve say?”

“Who’s there!” Agent Carter said as she turned to face a shocking sight. A woman in a red leather corset and tight black leather pants pointed a gun. She had a devilish grin as she took in Peggy Carter in all her glory.

“Someone who you very much didn’t want to bump into,” The woman said. “You sent me here Peggy, or at least…you a bit down the line.”

Peggy raised her eyebrow, clearly this woman with her dress and ramblings was a loon the Axis had freed to provide security for the castle. She needed to keep her talking, find an opening, kill the Hitler clone, and blow this place to the ground. All very simple objectives, if not for the new player’s shocking moves.

“Tell me Margaret,” The woman said as she moved in front of Peggy, gun to her face. “Haven’t you ever thought on giving up? Being free?”

The woman’s hands moved to grab one of her t-shirt covered breasts, cupping it for a moment as she saw Peggy squirm with each subtle touch. She enjoyed her prey, the girl relatively inexperienced for someone so adventurous.

“What’s the matter Peg? No one touch the girls before?” The woman laughed.

“They’re just…sensitive,” Peggy muttered as she felt the woman worked towards her rosy nipples, still see through through the thin white fabric of her t-shirt.

“I bet they are,” The woman whispered to Peggy as her hands moved away from her breasts and began playing with the waistband of her cream briefs. “Tell me? Does this soldier keep in regulation?”

“What? Don’t…don’t you dare!” Peggy yelled out as she felt the fabric move down her ample backside down to her thighs as the woman took in the sight of the massive brown forest that had grown over the agent’s pussy. Peggy’s cheeks were flushed red as a noticeable wetness could be seen as the woman looked over the Agent’s pussy.

“My my Margret,” The woman said as she tugged on the bush, enjoying every squirm Peggy made. “Such unkemptness for a lady like yourself. What would your fellow women think of you? Some dame running off to join the war, unkept mound, and aroused?”

“I…am not…aroused,” Peggy lied as she looked for an opening. The woman’s red hair blocked her emerald eyes occasionally. All Agent Carter needed was an opening and she could free herself and complete her mission. Of course…this woman wasn’t making any of that easy.

“No?” The woman said as her fingers grazed Peggy’s pussy lips, the sensitive agent recoiling from pleasure. “Tell me Margret…have you ever been with someone? Someone who can show you a good time.”

“Well…there’s been a few,” Peggy said. In reality there had only been two, and only one had ever managed to pierce Peggy’s womanhood. And as this woman inserted a finger into Peggy’s plump pussy, she moaned in pleasure, but noticed the woman was more focused on getting her off than the vulnerability of her head.

“Well you can add Sin to that list,” Sin purred as she moved her finger up and down Agent Carter’s womanhood. Peggy moaned a bit as she felt waves of pleasure continuing to move up and down her body.

“Resist Margret, resist,” The agent thought to herself as she noticed Sin’s head bob down to check her work. Peggy took a deep breath one last time before she slammed her head against Sin with a headbutt, sending the Axis goon backwards and out of Peggy’s pussy.

“You…you…bitch!” Sin said as she pointed her gun and began firing across the lab, shattering glass all around as Peggy moved behind a table, grabbing her gun and the detonator. She landed with a thud on the floor, catching her breath and pulling her briefs back up to their covering position.

“Never going to do that again,” Peggy muttered as she looked down at the wet spot Sin’s…interrogation had left behind. The agent knew she had to find Hitler Two and get out of the lab quickly, her state of dress or arousal be damned. However Sin’s bullet spree had turned the floor into a mess of glass shards, and all the agent could look at were her bare feet.

“Damn it, damn it,” Peggy muttered, looking around as Sin continued to fire blindly, the villain’s vision still blurry from the headbutt. Carter looked for something, to cover her bare feet, surely Hitler was her size. Yet the lab contained no clothes, no shoes for the agent, and Peggy knew she was running out of time as she finally looked down at her tattered and dirty t-shirt, still clinging to her breasts.

Losing the garment would mean Peggy’s d-cup breasts would be flopping about, and she didn’t need another distraction. But the glass floor meant going barefoot was not an option, and as Peggy pictured blowing up an entire castle and killing the Third Reich’s chances for Hitler: the Sequel, she knew what she had to do.

SHHHHRIP

Agent Carter breathed a sigh of relief as her bountiful breasts were freed from their t-shirt prison, the remain scraps quickly tied around her feet as Peggy leapt from the table, the soft yet strong woman pushing off with a strong stride as she checked Sin into the many vats the laboratory had.

“WHAT! NO!” Sin said as she tried picking herself up as she struggled to gain footing with cryogenic slime covering her body and hurting her footing.

“Sorry, next time don’t mess with a soldier, especially one with an unkempt mound!!” Peggy yelled out.

What had been a mission of stealth had now become one of action as Peggy raced into the main halls of the castle, her feet wrapped, cream briefs hugging her rear tight as her breasts bounced with every step. It was time to finish this.