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“I SAID NO LARIA!” Brian snarled at a pouty Laria. “And DON’T think that since we’re separated by a few thousand miles and a view screen you can get away with what you’re about to do.”

“And what is it that I’m about to do?” Laria pouted, acting innocent enough to give someone diabetes.

“Laria, you just said that you all just saved some people from a wreck that in all likelihood someone wasn’t supposed to walk away from and you act like I don’t know what you’re about to do?” Brain groaned. “Okay Laria. “He sighed. “So what if they’re supposed to be dead, they aren’t, YOU saw to that! DON’T let me find out that you’ve gone and ran wild with the mod pods,.I’ve got to go get ready for our run-in with the Palaricilon, Ciao.” And with that he headed off the bridge. “Hey Atherian, how close to overloaded is this transport?” Brian asked as he barely squeezed through a gap in the equipment as he neared the armory.

“The transport is at it’s maximum weight limit BUT, it is riding high and smooth all the same Captain.” Atherian said as Brian reached the door to the armory and it slid open revealing a normally spacious area filled to bursting with weapons, armor and the wide array of armaments that normally wouldn’t be exist much less in an occupied transport.

“Also there ARE enough battery packs and ammo canisters to allow us to make use of Tiff’s Flechette Cannon more than once aren’t there?” Brian asked as the suit was sealed around the squirrel’s body who started chittering when she saw the helmet that would seal her in the metal coffin. “Easy big girl, we have NO IDEA what those bugs are going to do or throw at us so we ALL are going to be in-cased in these things. You’re just going to be packing more hardware than most of us will be.” He said as he leaned down and kissed her nose.

“Theoretically we SHOULD have enough battery packs and ammo packs. We have also taken the initiative and also created a number of canisters that will deliver a number of small but powerful charges. They should be helpful in eliminating or at the very least slowing down a large number of following adversaries, opening or closing doorways or just saying ‘Hi, how WAS it going?’ to the Queen’s chambers or any of the possible hatcheries that we may come across.” Said the animorphic deer that had been helping Tiffany into her armor.

“Better safe than sorry, even though I WOULD prefer to come to a mutually beneficial agreement with the bugs.” Brian said as his own armor was pulled from underneath a pile.

“That wish might be a prime example of what is referred to as a ‘Pipe Dream’ Captain.” Atherian advised him. “Though onto things that are very much not Pipe Dreams, we have started ‘REEDUCATING’ some of the so called ‘Warlords’ or whatever they’re referred to in the Congolese Republic. A large enough contingent of the chosen leader’s palisade should be ‘willing’ to help with the subjugation of Africa by the time you have made up your mind on what to do with the Palaricilon. As it is, you are there!”

“Oh doody, fun in the sun and sand. Granted the suits are meant for just about everything in this quadrant but how well do the sims run with sand?” Brian asked as he slid his helmet on and locked it into place. “And remember, no turning Kilimanjaro into a base! Granted that mountain would work but it’s a symbol of a continent and it would get most of the world turned against us if we messed with that.”

“It would be inadvisable to rely to heavily on the shields or cloak with the technology that we have at the present time.” Atherian advised him as the transport landed at the base that had been setup within fifty feet of the pit that had been dug down to the Palaricilon tunnels. “Anyway, it was only a suggestion to use that mountain as a base.”

“About time you got here.” Athena laughed as Brian slipped out of the ship. “We’ve ascertained that were dealing with a downed star-craft. PRESUMABLY Palaricilon but we’ll have to wait until we get inside and access a data-port to find out for certain.”

“Excellent, most excellent indeed! So, how far down does the pit go and what do we have to deal with the hive if we’re allowed down to the core with their intent on us to be turned into queen chow?” Brian asked as he turned to give a hand with the unloading. “Out of curiosity, just HOW do we get IN?”

“Hatch. We got lucky and hit an edge to one.” An animorph said excitedly. “We’re in the process of fixing up a external barrier, that way we can move all the stuff that’s to be taken in and and maintain a barrier between atmospheres. As to the backup safeguard, we decided on Clartarium explosives since that will also detonate the battery packs and flooding the tunnels with an agent that that gunk known as VX Gas wants to go up into.”

“How are the plans for the matter boosters?” Brian asked as another case of battery packs was unloaded. “It’ll help relocating all that tonnage.”

“Are you SURE that you want to feed the Palaricilon unpoisoned fruits and vegetables?” Atherian asked exasperatedly.

“Considering that we’re TRYING to get them to JOIN us, yes. IF we were going to eradicate them, there are much safer, EASIER ways to go about it than go down in their own tunnels WITH them.” Brian said with a smile. “There IS strawberry rhubarb pie in the replicators isn’t there?” Brian couldn’t help but laugh at the stunned silence that his question immediately caused. “WHAT? I like that stuff.”

“How can you so totally go off subject like that?” Atherian asked. “I have NEVER been around ANY commander that could do that as easily as you seem able to.”

“Momma’s boy.” Brian laughed. “It takes skill not to get whiplash doing that let me tell you.”

“I’ll take your word on that.” Atherian said. “And yes, there is that strawberry rhubarb pie in the banks. You spent nearly three hundred dollars getting pie after pie to find the one you wanted in the replicator food bank, remember? As to the matter of the transport boosters that you wanted to take down, it will take some experimenting and tinkering with them but they should work.”

“You weren’t to bad on THAT course change Atherian.” An animorph laughed moving to Brian’s side. “We should be about ready to move the barrier into place in about three hours. The Sentinels that were sent with the first wave have sensed that the Palaricilon have stopped using the tunnels in the immediate area so it’s a safe bet that they KNOW we are here and that they’re about to have company.”

“DAMN! I had HOPED that we’d be in the tunnels before we were noticed, EVERYONE that’s going down is bonded with a blade aren’t they?”

“Yes, and I’m not the only one who doesn’t fully understand why, since you want a peaceful agreement with the Palaricilon.” Athena said.

“Simple, they AREN’T going down with us! They’ll be up here where it’s safe and if ANYTHING goes wrong and our bodies are destroyed hopefully by our own hands and not the bugs. They’ll rip our minds free through the link and place them into the replicators control systems which will then create new bodies for us around our minds. Theoretically, saving us from my stupidity.”

“No matter what my arguments are Captain, stupidity DOESN’T include the attempt at peaceful contact with sentient beings. It does though include ignoring RECORDED past events.” Atherian said as a contingent of heavy battle droids filed out of the open cargo bay. “The power systems on all the battle droids that you wished here, have been modified to run off of multiple styles of energy fields as well as radiation leaving the actual battery packs at maximum charge for combat or other necessary functions.”

“Excellent! Let’s get a move on, I want to be ready for them before they’re ready for us and start moving up here!”


Thirty six hours later.

“Are you sure that you don’t want to knock first?” Atherian asked hopefully.

“Atherian PLEASE! Just seal the barrier and watch the door, would you?” Brian groaned as they finally set off down the tunnels. “I KNOW how you feel about this attempt but we need to at least get access to their history files! If there is one anthill you can ALWAYS count on there being OTHERS, so even if peace isn’t a possibility we STILL come out ahead by knowing about the others, am I wrong?”

“Following that logic, this attempt is justifiable! Very ill-advised but justifiable.” Atherian said before falling silent.

“He IS right you know.” Athena said softly looking down the dark tunnel. “It’s a good thing that we were able to modify all our equipment to draw off the excess energy that the Palaricilon’s power jell produces.”

“I’m just happy that Tamara is going to be okay, it was a seriously lucky break that she was in her suit when she took that electrical arc when she found that opened that juncture panel.” Said an animorph behind Brian.

“No truer words, no truer words.” Brian said with sigh. “Considering the state of the power system, this solar system is lucky the power grid hasn’t degraded any farther than it has.”

“Peaceful conclusion to all of this or not, we CAN’T allow this much jell to be used in such a degraded power grid.” Athena growled looking around her. “While the night vision settings on our helmets allow us to see, I’d still like to know how this place really looks.”

“Well we CAN’T take our helmets off in this place!! It’d be safer to take a swim in one of those vats of toxic waste in one of those Sci-Fi movies where earthworms or something takes a bath in the stuff and comes out a monster and tries to destroy the world!” Brian sighed. “Everyone DID leave DNA samples up top, didn’t they?”

“Yes My Lord Remaker we did.” Tiffany laughed. “You shouldn’t need to be repeating these questions all the time, you were there when we all gave samples since you also gave one.”

“About TIME you started talking.” Brian couldn’t help but laugh.

“Why should I start talking? You knew what I wanted or needed and YOU are the only one that matters.” Tiffany said. “Anyway all this talking is going to distract us from paying attention to motion detectors and other instruments.”

“Got a point.” Came a laugh from the back of the column. “Luckily nothing happening back here and everything seems to still be good with the relays.”

“Okay then, pipe down unless necessary, people. Let’s get this over with.” Brian said as he hefted his pack and kept walking.


“Base camp you there? This is Captain, come in.” Brian called over the com. “YO, ANYONE MINDING THE STORE??”

“Indeed there is! How may I be of service.” Came a laugh from the other end of the com.

“By answering the phone next time.” Grumbled Athena. “That first void on the scans turns out to be what appears to be a food storage area, either long vacant or recently cleared out.”

“Noted in the log. Any contact to report?” Came the reply.

“Not that we know of. Haven’t gained any bodies or droids so I guess we’re doing okay.” Brian said smiling.

“Yeah I guess that can count as coming out on top, for now anyway.” Came the reply. “Anything else to report?”

“Not for now, we’ll be in touch.” Brian said as he turned to the rest of the group. “Well fifty feet farther there’s a three-way, suggestions on which way to go?”

“Well right is the one closest to the outer walls or whatever, left goes through the heart of the place and straight is more or less down.” Said one of the Sentinels that was along for the extra fighter.

“Yeah, so which way? This is beginning to get heavy even if the suit is taking the weight of the cannon.” Tiffany complained.

“She makes a good point.” Brian said as he looked around the storage area. “Do another scan of this warehouse, I want all in and outs mapped. IF there’s another way in or out I want to know about it! If there isn’t, is there a tunnel close by that we can get into quickly and easily while sealing the way behind us.”

“Rest stop?” Tiffany asked hopefully something others were anxious to hear about as well.

“Good as any isn’t it? Who knows when the NEXT defensible cubby is going to be found. Anyway it’s been four hours walking, no time like the present for a rest.” Brian said as the equipment was again positioned to scan the immediate area.


“DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN!!!! MASTER WAKE UP, THEY’RE COMING FOR US!!!!!” Screamed the animorph that was on watch. “I SAID WAKE UP YOU GOD DAMNED STUPID SON OF A BITCH!” She screeched as she kicked him in the head while looking at the screen of her motion detector.

“Well mom always did say she was a bitch so I guess the observation IS accurate enough.” Brian laughed as he and the rest of the group woke up. “So what’s it look like?” He asked as he peered over the animorphs shoulder and looked at the screen. “Ashilon, Icialan you two seeing THIS??”

“Indeed we are!” Ashilon said as he gave a nervous chuckle. “I hate to have to say this but I am SO glad I am not down there right now!!” He said as the screen on the motion detector turned more and more dark red where the corridors outside the warehouse were.

“How are the Claymore style antipersonnel weapons doing?” Brian asked as he grabbed and started flipping the safeties on his weapons off. “They still operational?”

“They are but they’ve been found and most have been moved or repositioned.” Said the animorph sounding thoroughly confused. “With the way they’re being moved and positioned they’ll all but clear the halls when they’re activated.”

“And WHY were they not set for motion activation in the FIRST place?” Athena snarled, justifiably ticked off.

“Deal with THIS now, THAT later!” Brain said as the droids started to switch to battery packs and weapons started being brought to bare. “NO ONE goes outside this room! They want a fight, let them come to US! We’ll have taken out hundreds before they are finally in a position to pry us out of here! Sarem is that back hallway clear? If it is, get ready to make an improvised doorway.”

“It is but I don’t understand why. They have GOT to know that we’d open up the back wall and get out of here.” Sarem said as he readied the explosives.

“Maybe, maybe not. Give me a few minutes to try and scout the bug mind set. Everyone else get ready to squash bugs if they start to move before I get back.” Brian said as he settled himself against a pile of spare battery packs before reaching out with his mind and try to find out what and what the bugs were not about to do.


“Mistress, what do you thinks about to happen?” One of the animorphs asked Athena as the column of bugs stopped going by the entrance of warehouse in a single file hugging the far wall.

“Simple, we’re about to have company.” Brian said calmly as he stretched and yawned as his helmet would allow him. “Okay no matter what else happens today, someone take a note about altering helmets so you can stretch your jaw as large as needed to yawn comfortably. I nearly got a muscle cramp.” He said doing his best to rub his jaw.

“Define ‘company’.” Athena asked him as he started to get up.

“Why explain when you’ll see in a minute. Battle droids, in seconds there will be a single bug about walk to the middle of the hall on the far wall. He will then walk slowly towards the door, let him pass.”

“WHAT??!” Screeched Atherian over the com making them all jump.

“Well hail and well met.” Brian laughed as he rubbed his ears as best he could. “No, I’m not crazy! Believe it or not the strongest feeling I got from them is fear, dread and apprehension. While that makes them unpredictable and trigger-happy, they won’t be the one to make the first move. Also, you update all our translators yet?”

“I have uploaded the quote end quote language that you had Ashilon give me into the computer banks. Your translators are being updated now, I will send it along to all instillations at a later time.” Atherian said as the droids started to move so that the approaching bug could pass but still be turned into mush if it made any hostile movements.

“Good, now if you’ll excuse me I’m trying to be nice to potential ally.” Brian said as the bug stopped in the middle of the warehouse. “Oh for crying out load.” He grumbled as he hit the side of his helmet as the bug started speaking in a series of grating hisses and clicks and what sounded like tongue clicks. “Hello, sorry to barge in without an invitation but we needed to make personal contact as soon as possible.” He said hoping what he said came across better than what the bug had said. “Atherian, we need those translators updated NOW!” He snarled into his com after the Palaricilon had jerked like he had gotten a serious jolt of electricity to his balls and after several seconds of what appeared to be pondering something tried speaking again.

“I am sorry Captain but I HAVE, whether you believe it or not, downloaded the language I was given.” Atherian said defensively. “If you can keep it speaking the translators will eventually unravel the language enough that all concerned will be able to understand what is said.”

“DAMN IT!” Brian snarled as his arms twitched. “No no sorry, I’m not pissed at you!” Brian started yelping as the Palaricilon reacted to the floor around Brian suddenly freezing over and promptly bursting into flame.

“Remaker, I must advise you to get your temper in check. The temperature is dropping dramatically in here!” One of the animorphs hollered to him as the Palaricilon backed towards the doorway.

“Alright, alright.” He grumbled as he sat down in the middle of the flames. As the flames died down and the temperature began to rise again the Palaricilon slowly began to move back towards the middle of the room. As the Palaricilon returned to where it had stood before, the cloak that Brian had activated to hide his suit failed revealing the battle suit that he wore. As the Palaricilon took in this new development it began to speak again this time in what amounted low almost awed tone. “To hell with THIS!” Brian snarled as he mentally lifted himself straight up off the floor and stretched his legs underneath him. As he took a step towards the Palaricilon, the Palaricilon seemed to take a deep breath and matched his step forward.

“Well isn’t THAT interesting!” Athena said as the Palaricilon lowered its head when Brian and the Palaricilon were close enough for them to touch. “Be CAREFUL!” She hissed when Brian reached up and touched the Palaricilon’s head. “Brian??” She hissed when the Palaricilon jerked when Brian lightly touched its head but after a moment it firmly pushed its head back into Brian’s palm.”So, what now?” She asked when Brian finally lowered his hand from the Palaricilon’s head.

“Shall we try this again?” Brian asked after several minutes had passed.

“Can you humans not even let us die in peace?” Came husky growl over the translators. “You must even hunt us when our species is all but extinct?”

“Well with ANY luck we can keep that from happening.” Brian said as he took a step back. “While what little we know of the conflict between the Palaricilon and Humanity says we aren’t the ones who started the war, I would very much like too know what your records say about the matter.”

“Most of the records that our computers contained have been either corrupted or destroyed as our power grid has steadily degraded over the passing millennia of being underground. What little we have been able to save of our computer files are just glimpses and garbled words. All that we have left of our civilization are ancient records that were inscribed with our most ancient prophecies.” The Palaricilon said as it looked around itself.

“DAMN! I had hoped too be able to find out for certain if we were to blame for the hostility between our peoples.” Brian said dejectedly. “Okay, listen I know we came down here equipped for a fight and I’m pretty sure you Palaricilon were expecting a fight BUT why really we came down here for is to see if you Palaricilon would be willing to join us. Humanity has been exiled on this rock for about eighteen thousand years, your people have been down here much longer. I and those that follow me whether they be human or otherwise are about to return to the stars, would you be willing to join us?”

Sorry this has taken so long. it is not a stroke story. it is an exposition of what happened to Kirk and his family after the invaders took over, and how they eventually drive them out. knowing the last chapter left some with a bad taste, i hope this makes up for it. jb7

Fever 07

Kirk surveyed the field before him. Once it had been a wheat field; now, it was not much more than weeds and wildflowers. On the other side, nearly a half-mile to the west, just barely visible, he could see the remnants of the alien invaders. At the northern edge, the field was limited by a thick hedgerow of gorse running along the highway; the southern edge, a bluff overlooking the Missouri River.

It had taken nearly four years of forced attrition, but they had slowly whittled the invaders in this hemisphere down to this last force of roughly 300 aliens: officers, troops and breeding drones, plus nearly a thousand fighting drones. Similar results had been achieved in the rest of the world following his game plan.

The invaders had initially come in twelve ships, each with 24 officers and 288 ‘soldiers,’ supported by 600 fighting drones. On each of the ships, there were 12 selective breeding drones, genetically altered so they could breed with up to five human females at a time, producing a viable drone in as little as four earth-months.

Based on their experience in other, similar, invasions, they counted on being able to fertilize a hatch of women every half hour, to produce up to 240 fighting drones every day. Once a week, barring interference from the female, they expected each breeder to produce another breeding drone.

In the years following the Vietnam conflict, the aliens had covertly landed advance scouts, surgically altered to resemble humans, who had insinuated themselves into positions of power and influence, where they could identify people with ESP abilities, hoping to breed the trait into the fighting drones. They had also seduced several hundred natives with false promises of wealth and status when they took over.

Erica’s advisor had been one such quisling, not only identifying her to the invaders, but also participating in her capture. It had taken Kirk a bit over a year to find her, but he had finally been able to rescue Erica and eliminate the traitor during her third delivery of a drone.

That night, Orion Jones, PhD, her advisor, was serving as midwife, delivering the night’s hatch of drones and placing them in the incubators where they would finish their fetal development. Jones had just caught Erica’s latest delivery and was carrying it to the mechanical incubator when Kirk and his team suddenly materialized in the hatchery. The quisling opened his mouth to scream, but found his voice cut off by a thought from Kirk. The other members of the team released the women from the cribs where they were kept during their pregnancies, and readied them for their escape, aborting the unborn drones.

Kirk, with a mental shove, pushed Jones up against the wall and started a telepathic interrogation, gathering information about the drones and their masters. When he was done with the turncoat, Kirk slowly and methodically destroyed the mechanical incubators and their contents. He then sent a mental blast, similar to the blast Sonny had tried to use on him, at the collaborator, incinerating him, leaving only a pile of cinders.

He rushed to Erica, to assure himself she was okay. As he hugged her, one of his team sent him a silent alarm. A second later, two breeding drones walked into the hatchery. One was obviously older, adult. The other, developmentally, appeared to be an adolescent. Kirk felt Erica shrink in his arms, moving closer to him. Reflexively, he sent his killing blast at the two breeders. Seconds later, the hatchery was empty, Kirk, his team, and the rescued women, safe, somewhere in Central Illinois.

Erica still had her arms around Kirk. “Thank you,” she sobbed. “Oh, god, thank you. I don’t know how much more of that I could have taken.” She tightened her grip on his neck, pulling him to her for a kiss of gratitude.

He gently disengaged and stepped back. With a wry grin, he said, “Careful, girl. Those bastards seem able to follow the smell of sex and track down recent participants without any problem. Let’s get all of you somewhere safe, then you can tell us about what you’ve been through.”

“Scan us first. Make sure they haven’t implanted any kind of tracking devices; especially the non-telepaths, to make sure none of them were cooperating with those bastards. It seemed like some of them had easier times than the two or three telepaths who were caged with me.”

“Thanks. I hadn’t thought of that. Seeing what they’ve done to the men, I can’t imagine anyone collaborating, but I guess, if conditions are bad enough…” Kirk called two of his team mentally and gave them some instructions. He turned back to Erica.

“This war has brought out all sorts of latent abilities and strengths. Before the aliens showed up, I wouldn’t have bet a quarter that any of the people who traveled with Lorenz’s troupe had any ability to teleport, or to blast an enemy, or exert any kind of mental control on an individual. Now, it’s rare to find anyone who’s been in a battle who can’t do all three.”

He had been running his hands up and down her sides and over her back and shoulders. “I don’t…wait, what’s this?” he asked, running his hands over her lower abdomen. “It looks like they left something in your uterus. Hold on, this may hurt a little.”

“Just get rid of it, then tell the others where to look. I knew there would be something. Can you teleport them all to the Great Lakes or the Gulf? The drones don’t like large bodies of water; anything over an acre in size, they try to avoid. When they moved us from New York, they could have gone along the coast, but they moved inland and traveled through Pennsylvania. It must have taken them at least a day longer.”

At that moment, one of the members of the rescue team came up to them. “Kirk, all the women have some sort of chip in their abdomen, apparently in the uterus. Two of the women are giving off an aura of anger, like they don’t want to be with us. None of us can get through the anger. Will you try? And what should we do about the chips?”

“Remember that subterranean lake up on the Wisconsin border? Send the chips to the large rock in the middle. I’ll be over in a moment to check the women.” He looked at Erica. “I’m sorry, sweets.”

She felt a brief burst of pain, causing her to emit a gasping scream, echoed by all the women who had been rescued. “Oooh, shit!” she moaned. “Thanks, I think. I don’t suppose there was another way, but, god!”

“We could have taken them out the same way they were inserted, but by then, they’d have found us. This way, they’ll be walking into a pitch black cave with no outside light, and a large, deep lake, with no warning. One of the traits we’ve noticed is they have no sense of danger unless they can see the source, and with their eyes so deep set, they practically can’t see what is in front of their toes.

“Come along and help me with these women.” The five members of the rescue team were comforting and consoling seven of the ten women they rescued. Erica was number eight. The two remaining women, apparently of Slavic descent, were standing slightly apart from the others, arms crossed across their breasts, looking angry. Average in size and brunette in coloring, on a beauty scale from 1 to 5 (bulldog ugly to kitten cute), neither would have quite made it to 3. Calling them plain was being kind.

Kirk and Erica quickly scanned them, looking for evidence of either outright collaboration or sympathetic feelings for the aliens. What they found was manifest resentment at being removed from the best situation either woman had ever found herself in.

It appeared that they were one time prostitutes. Getting fucked two or three times a year was, to them, better than the ten to fifteen tricks a night they had to turn to avoid getting a beating from their pimp. They were warm, dry, and relatively well fed. So they had to deliver a baby every six months, and have their breasts milked every day. To them, it was a small price to pay for security.

Kirk scanned first one, then the other. He looked at Erica as he finished the second woman. She had the same puzzled look on her face he was sure was on his. Telepathically, he sent her a query. “Do you sense something odd here?”

“Mmhmm. They are both presenting the same information about themselves. And, frankly, I don’t ever remember seeing them in the rape rack. Hang on a minute.” She looked at the crowd of rescued women, focusing on the other telepaths. “Were any of you in the rack with either of these two women?”

One of the women, an older brunette,responded. “They didn’t get racked with any of us. That bastard, Orion, saved them for him and that hogfaced squid to play with. I heard him hypnotizing them one night, and later saw them with Orion and his buddy. That freak had three of his snakes in one of them and two in the other while she sucked Orion off.”

“Yeah,” a second telepath added, “and did you see them the night Squido ran that snaky tongue of his up, I think her name is Shirley, her ass while Orion was screwing her. When she started to come, he pulled his tongue out of her ass and slid it in alongside Orion’s cock.” She laughed. “Big O pulled out in a hurry, with Squido’s tongue wrapped around his thing; and O squirting cum all over Shirley’s belly. They almost caught me watching, I laughed so hard.”

Kirk chuckled. “Okay, ladies, thank you. That helps explain what we found.” He turned to Erica. “Hypnotism. They’ve been programmed to respond a certain way in this situation. Think you can reprogram one of them, or should we just send them back?”

“We have to reprogram them. I wouldn’t send my worst enemy’s mother back there, even if it meant they wouldn’t be born. Imagine if you can… remember the glass marbles you played with as a kid, the aggies, about a half or five-eighths of an inch? Okay, now imagine you have a hard on and someone is pushing one of those into your cock through your piss hole, all the way back into your sack. That’s sort of what it was like to be fucked by, what did Minnie call him, Squido.

“Knock ‘em out, or whatever you need to do to make them unaware of where we’re going, but we’re not sending them back. We can find out who they really are later, and put them to work as nurses or something.

“Now, let’s get the hell out of here before we’re traced.”

They teleported to the same field Kirk and Lorenz had landed in a few years before, to approach the farm stealthily, on foot. Using some equipment stolen, errr…acquired from the invaders, one of the old travelers, an optical engineer, had cobbled together a holograph generator they were able to use to hide the farm house.

It wasn’t totally foolproof if you knew what you were looking for, but Lorenz and his followers were well liked in the area, and had been able to keep the aliens out of the neighborhood.

Kirk cautiously approached the top of the rise. He could see the top of the barn and the silo. He hesitated, scanning the site mentally and visually, using binoculars, looking for anything out of place. He received a welcoming thought from his mother and rose up to run to the house. The other people with him saw his actions and followed suit.

Two shots rang out. One kicked up dust a few feet ahead and to the side of Kirk. The other was intercepted by the woman identified as Shirley. Two of the male members of Kirk’s team used their mental skill and quickly located and immobilized the snipers. Kirk ran back to see if anything could be done for the wounded woman.

“Kirk,” she gasped, as he approached. “I want to thank you for trying to help…I know it wasn’t…your choice…to bring us along. Please, take care of…Susie…my sister-in-law…Our husbands…were killed…when the invaders…first got to…our town…She’s a good girl…a little rigid… sometimes …but she…does what’s…right…when…she knows…who…to lis…ten to…Tell her…I said…” With a final gasp, Shirley joined her brother. Kirk bowed his head, and slowly shook it with remorse, recalling how he had prejudged the women based on no evidence. The sound of someone approaching brought him back to the current situation.

The two team members who had immobilized the snipers were approaching him with two men who were struggling to get free. When they saw Kirk stand, they immediately froze.

“But, I saw you go down; I got you! I know I got you!” shouted the younger of he two men.

“Sonny! You fucking sonuvabitch! And you, Ron! Godammit! As if it weren’t hard enough to deal with the friggin’ hogfaces, I have to worry about bastards like you! Tom, Rick, Jim! Move out and back about a hundred yards or so and do a mental search, Make sure these fuckers didn’t lead any of the hogfaced bastards to us.”

“See, Sonny,” sneered Ron. “I tol’ you he’d come back here. The hogfaces will pay us good for this…” He stopped, seeing the expression on Kirk’s face.

The three men trotted off in different directions and returned a quarter of an hour later. They each shook their head. “Nothing, Kirk,” said the one identified as Rick. I went back about a quarter of a mile. Noone behind us.”

“Good. I contacted the farmhouse. Lorenz is there. He said to deal with them as I saw fit.”

He turned to the would be killers. “Sonny, Ron, your own words when you got here indicated your intent was to kill me. At the very least, you are guilty of assault with a deadly weapon. The fact that you killed an innocent bystander elevates that to first degree murder in any state in the world. Nobody would blame me for executing you summarily.

“As much as you deserve it, I’m unable to deliberately kill a relative. Rick, take my cousins’ rifles back about ten, twelve yards and drop ‘em on the ground.” Rick picked up one of the rifles and began to eject the unspent cartridges. “No, leave ‘em loaded and charged,” Kirk ordered him.

“Ron, Sonny. Here’s the deal. You can go, but your rifles stay where they are. If you stop to pick them up, you’ll be fried to a crisp. Now, get your traitorous asses outta here,” he said turning away.

“C’mon,” he said gesturing to his companions, “let’s go.”

As soon as he had turned, Ron motioned to Sonny and they ran back to pick up their guns. They straightened up, turned and were aiming at Kirk when the blast of mental energy consumed them. All that remained were two lumps of steaming, misshapen globs of metal.

“Damn, Kirk,” said Jim, “I’ve seen you do that a half dozen times, and it’s still scary as all hell. How come we don’t feel the heat? Look at those fuckin’ guns!”

“The mental power acts as an energy shield, absorbing all the heat energy and reflecting it back to the target, elevating the temperatures, aiding the process.”

“You knew they’d try for the rifles?”

“Yeah. While you were scouting, I explored Ron’s head. There’s an alien outpost in Ruthorford. There are wanted posters up for me and Lorenz, dead, alive or information leading to capture. He planned to kill me to be able to convince the invaders he could produce Lorenz, to get more money for his information.

“We’ll have to do something about that outpost. It’s too close for comfort. We can’t be too obvious about it; that would just advertise our presence and get them to send more drones. We’ll kick around some ideas at the house.” As he turned to walk to the farmhouse, he teleported the still hot remnants of the rifles back to the hatchery.

Lorenz was waiting on the porch when the group arrived at the farm house. “They’re gone?” was all he asked.

“Like we should have done two years ago.” Anger and weariness were evident in Kirk’s voice.

“Well, it’s done now. The woman was unfortunate, but her death was not something anyone could have foreseen. How is her sister-in-law taking it?”

“Talk about bizarre! Just after Shirley died, her sister, Susie, walked up, looked at the body and said, “Shirley’s gone? Are you the boss? Tell me what to do.” Since then, she’s only been two or three steps away from me.”

Lorenz gave a short laugh. “The burdens of leadership. Assign her to someone. You can’t be a babysitter.”

“We were going to send both of them down to the troop hospital in Joplin. Still seems like a good idea. A couple of the other non-telepaths have had nursing experience. She could be paired with them.

“But first, she may have some information for us about the breeders. I got to see a couple up close, but had to nuke them before I could get a real close look. Susie and Shirley were toys for one of the breeders and their human caretaker. One of the telepaths observed them one night and described it for me. Some freaky shit.

“Also, Erica wants to talk about what happened to her, too. Mostly just to get it off her taboo memory banks. You don’t need to hear it unless you want to.”

“Of course I’ll be there, if she wants me to be.”

They turned and entered the house, going to the living room where Erica and the other rescued telepaths, Minnie, Ruth, Anita, and T’sahn were talking with Susie.

She was saying, “I know I can’t communicate like you guys do, but I have some information about the breeders I bet you don’t have, and about how the eggs are started, and how the drones from that hatchery will be different from ones produced at other sites around the country.”

“What do you mean, Susie?” Lorenz asked, alerting the women to their presence.

Susie blushed. “I guess it’s no secret that Dr. Jones and Harr-1used Shirley and me for recreational sex, especially Dr. Jones. When we were captured, he told me, the aliens somehow cauterized our uteruses, or something, so we couldn’t get pregnant, by anyone. I think it was the first time they raped us.

“One night he explained the whole process to me, and how our hatchery was different. That was the night I learned Harr-1, the one you all called Squido, was a hermaphrodite, with that aggregation of penicles, as he called them, and a vulva, just like ours.

“He could suck his penicles up into his abdomen, revealing the vulva, exposing it for penetration. That night I saw Dr. Jones…” she shuddered, “I’ll say it, it’s the only word. Dr. Jones fucked that creature, stimulating it to produce more eggs, but eggs with a human component, from Dr. Jones semen.

“Our part of the hatchery was to see how they developed and performed. I got the impression from Dr. Jones the aliens weren’t very pleased with the results. The human-alien drones developed slower, and were harder to train and supervise in the field.

Kirk laughed. “Good! Erica, does any of this mesh with what you experienced?”

“Pretty much. I didn’t know about the hermaphrodite, but it doesn’t surprise me. The fertilized eggs had to come from somewhere and be stored in his body, err…her, oh, shit! Its body.”

Kirk interrupted. “How did you get caught, Erica. When we talked, just after the alarm, you were packing to leave. You said they were at least a day away.”

“Good ol’ Doc Jones, that bastard! Right after you disengaged, he knocked on my apartment door and said he had a mini van and offered me a ride to campus where he said I could catch a bus home. I didn’t have any reason not to trust him, so I didn’t bother to scan him. I followed him downstairs, to the parking lot.

“There was a minivan with the side door open. I climbed in and everything went black. It was some sort of gas. When I woke up, I was chained in a crib, naked except for my panties. Jones was there, with Squido…sorry, Susie, but that’s the way I think of h…it. It was telling the good doctor they had captured a pair or women for him, that he could not have sex with the breeding stock. They were reserved for him and the new breeders when they arrived.”

“What else can you tell us, Susie, that will help us defeat them?”

“I don’t know; they hate human men, think they’re weak because they only have one…uh, thing; they like mating with human women because we can do it so often. They can smell us when we ovulate or have our periods. They especially like to mate with us during our period; the flow helps lubricate us for them. My husband wasn’t much for foreplay, but next to them, he was Casanova.

“With Shirley and me, for their recreational sex, it wasn’t that different from what I saw happening with the women who were tied up in the rack. They told us what position they wanted, then forced their way into us. They would start out skinny, and then enlarge themselves when we were full. There were times it felt like a softball on the end of a fire hose being pushed around inside me.”

“What do you know about the drones which were produced?”

“There’s not an awful lot to know. From what Harr-1 told Orion, the ones bred by the aliens are quite frail, subject to damage from exposure to moisture, to, what did he call it, our fucking sand? Yes! They can’t stand to walk across a patch of ground with sharp stones or crushed gravel; he said one hatchling of his was destroyed by brushing up against a plant which had teeth on its stem. He said it had a red blossom and smelled so sweet it was sickening.”

“Roses!” exclaimed Kirk. “Thank you, Susie! You’ve been a bigger help than you can imagine. If I can ever do anything for you, just ask.” He turned to Lorenz.

“I think we have enough information now to start planning our takeback campaign. We need to find out what kind of firepower they have access to, and how we can counter them.”

Susie spoke up. “The night Harr-1 told all this to Orion, he seemed to be a little drunk, so I’m not sure how truthful it was, but he said because the drones were so expendable, they weren’t trusted with anything except what he called ‘muskets.’ They sounded like shotguns from the way he described them. Even the soldiers, the leaders of the drones, carry only rapid fire pistols, something like an Uzi. The working commanders, officers, carry what looks like a 9mm automatic, similar to a WWI Mauser, but with the clip in the handle.”

She paused and looked at her audience. They were gaping at her, as if they couldn’t believe what she was saying. “My husband was a hunter and a gun nut. He talked guns; I listened and paid attention.

“The biggest worry you will have is their artillery. They have several of what they call compact field pieces. He told Orion they were laser guided explosive rounds, about five to eight kilograms each, which produced upwards of a thousand shards of shrapnel each. But they are still only projectile rounds. They should be easy to sabotage if you can get to them.”

Almost unconsciously, both Lorenz and Kirk scanned the woman as she stopped talking. There was no sign of subterfuge; she was telling the truth as she knew it. They looked at each other and nodded. They would accept her account, until it was somehow proven wrong.

“Thank you, Susie. You’ve made our work easier, immensely. We owe you again.” Kirk looked at Lorenz. “It’s been a long day, and I’m beat. Can we pick this up tomorrow?” Lorenz nodded and stood to leave.

He looked at Tiffany and held out his hand. “Coming, Tiff?”

“If you do your part right,” she grinned and got one in return. Kirk laughed and stood up.

“Ladies, as much as I missed you all, I must bid you a good night. Erica, if you want, you are at the top of my list.”

She smiled, and patted Susie on the shoulder. “Second, Kirk. I think there is someone who needs you more than I do.”

Susie flashed her a smile which almost made the plain woman pretty. She then looked at Kirk. “Can I speak to you privately for a few minutes?”

He nodded, puzzled. In his bedroom, he closed the door behind them. “What…” he started.

“Please, just let me talk. I heard that you want to send me to work in a hospital in Missouri. Is that because you don’t trust me? Because of the relationship I had with Harr -1?”

“No, not at all. With the exception of you and some of the other women who were rescued from the hatchery, everyone here is a telepath. We communicate that way much of the time. Especially over distances, from several yards to a few thousand miles. At the hospital, you would be with normals, non-telepaths. We thought you’d be more comfortable there.”

“You’re going to establish some kind of resistance, a guerilla war, aren’t you? I can help. I can shoot. Give me a .22 with a scope and I can drive a ten-penny nail at 300 yards. I can do espionage. Women can walk around the towns. From the other women I talked to at the hatcheries I was at, men aren’t allowed in towns; you’d be either seized or shot on the spot. I could walk around all day, right along their fences. They might shove their snouts up my skirt, but they wouldn’t hurt me. Only the breeders seem to want sex with human women, and since I can’t breed, they wouldn’t be interested in me. Let me help, Kirk! I know I can.”

Kirk looked at the earnest 40-something in front of him. There was something in her eyes. He asked if there was something else she wanted.

She blushed and lowered her head. With a deep breath, she raised her eyes and looked at him. “You said if there was anything I wanted or needed, just ask. As soon as you can, I want you to fuck me. It won’t be making love because we’re strangers, but I don’t want to die knowing that the last time I had sex it was with one of them.

“I know I’m not pretty. Shit, I have to put on make-up to get to plain. When this is all over, women will outnumber men by a lot. A man will be able to have his choice or choices, more likely. In the Old West, they used to have wagons which would carry whores around to line camps, cattle drive camps, mines, places where there were men who wouldn’t be choosey about who he was banging. That’s what I’m looking forward to as far as sex is concerned; that or an empty bed.

“I’ve seen how you react to women and how they all react to you. I would like to have that feeling, even if it’s only for a single time. If you’re too tired, let me sleep in your bed tonight, and take me in the morning. Please.”

“You know, it might be dangerous work,” he said, reaching for the buttons on her shirt.

“Which?” she asked, with a grin. “Spying, or getting fucked by you?”

“Both,” he answered, smiling, as he pulled her shirt out of her skirt.

“Oh, gawd, I hope so,” she laughed, throwing her arms around his neck, capturing his lips with hers.

Kirk was wakened by the bright afternoon sun coming in the windows. From the shadows, he correctly guessed it was a bit past one. His movement to get up disturbed the warm body pressed against his back. “Nooo, not yet. Please. Don’t go.” Her arms tightened around his chest.

“It’s that or a very smelly shower,” he laughed.

“Promise to come right back?”

He turned over in her arms and gave her a kiss full of tongue in answer. “Unless the enemy’s at the door when I’m done, I’ll be back in five minutes.”

“That’s an awful long time; I’ll come with you. Maybe I can help.” She kicked off the bed covers and stretched. Kirk groaned, looking at her body in the light. She may not have had a pretty face, but the forty year old body was nearly perfect–36B breasts, a 23-inch waist, 34-inch hips on a five foot seven frame. Her untrimmed, coal black pubic nest was a few shades darker than the hair surrounding her face. Only the visible ribs and hip bones attested to her recent ordeal with the aliens.

He stood up and extended his hand to help her out of the bed. Instead, she leaned forward and slipped her lips over the crown of his prick. “Damn, Susie! You keep that up and you’ll get a double mouthful–cum and piss. Let’s go do our bathroom thing, then I promise, it’ll be better than last night.”

“Don’t make any promise you can’t keep. Last night was probably the best time I’ve ever had,” she said with a grin. “But I’ll be glad to let you try.”

Ten minutes later, they were back in bed. With a pillow under her shoulders, her head on the bed, she was in perfect position to entertain the cock buried in her throat. Kirk had her legs behind his arms as he probed her pussy with his tongue. Their mutual moans of pleasure filled the room and were easily heard by the people in the hall who had come up to rouse them.

Lorenz looked at Erica and Mary. “Sounds like they need some more time. I’ll come back up in a half hour or so.”

Mary laughed. “Meg always said you were an optimist.” The three of them grinned as the sounds changed from moans to bedsprings and slaps of flesh on flesh. “From my experience, better make it an hour.” she continued.

Susie lay sprawled on the bed, lightly gasping for breath, cum seeping out of her quim, as Kirk pulled on his pants. “Remind me not to doubt you when you make a promise. Harr-1 was able to make me feel full up, and he hit all the right places. It was better in some ways than with my husband, especially toward the end. But this morning and last night—god, you took me places I never even dreamed about. Thank you. I will treasure this memory as long as I live.”

“Susie, one of the things I’ve learned about sex is that unless both people are trying to make it good, it will never be more than mediocre. If this was good for you, it’s because you made it good for me. It has been a long time since I enjoyed casual sex as much as I did this morning. Normally, there would have to be some strong emotional connection on both sides. Thank you.”

“Well, that explains part of it. I think I love you.” When Kirk opened his mouth to object, she put her fingers over his mouth. “Hush. I have no illusions about us. I’m at least fifteen years older than you are; you can have your pick of any woman within a hundred miles. Without putting too fine a point on it, this was a mercy fuck, only because I asked for it, and you felt obligated because of your promise. But it was the best I can remember. For rescuing us and for this, I am allowed to love you, and I will.

“Just, don’t send me away. I have several reasons to seek revenge, besides the nightly rape. They killed my brother, my husband, and my son in front of me. They were responsible for the murder of my sister-in-law, the only family I had left. Let me help you.”

Lorenz’s knock and entry precluded Kirk’s answer. “Didn’t hear any activity, and I sensed you were talking,” Lorenz said as he entered. Kirk quickly teleported a gown from the closet to cover Susie’s nudeness, sensing her embarrassment at being caught nude with a naked man sitting on the side of her bed. “Hope it wasn’t anything important. Kirk, we need you downstairs to discuss what we’re going to do about the aliens in Ruthorford.”

“Okay, Lorenz. I’ll be right down. Susie, why don’t you join us? You might have some information about them which might help.”

“Be glad to. Thank you.” she answered, her smile lighting up her face.

The major decision to come out of the meeting was that they needed some intel about the situation in Ruthorford–how many troops were there; how were they deployed; where were the weapons; how were they guarded; where were their weak points; how could they exploit them? Susie came up with the scheme to determine the answers to their questions.

The aliens had landed a bit over eighteen months earlier at this point in time. After a bloody six months during which they had mercilessly shot, on sight, any man or woman who appeared to be 55 or older( too old to father or bear children, they claimed); during which they would challenge any adult male to produce and sustain an erection within four minutes or be shot; during which they seized pregnant women and carried them off to the hatcheries which were being set up to produce the fighting drones, where their pregnancies were terminated and they were ‘re-seeded’ with alien eggs.

Any show of resistance was immediately met by an withering blast of return fire. If any number of others in the vicinity were also killed, the aliens did not seem to care. A squad could invade a home at any time of day. If any of the family resisted, the entire family was dispatched and the home burned to the ground. By the end of the first six months, it seemed that the natives of Earth were thoroughly cowed, the will to resist frightened out of them.

So sure were the aliens that Earth was too scared to resist, they had attributed the destruction of the hatchery by Kirk to faulty electrical wiring. In their minds, resistance was futile, therefore, unimaginable.

Lorenz and some of the men stayed at the farm. Kirk and half a dozen other men were hidden in a grove of trees near the University golf course. Utilizing Lorenz’s slow teleport technique, the women teleported, in pairs, into the downtown area, to streets or alleys where they could materialize without being noticed. Each of the women was monitored by one of the men with Kirk; the monitor would be aware of everything she heard and saw, or physically felt.

Each man was responsible for monitoring two women, not in the same pair. Pairs were paired–during their walkabout, they had to keep their companion pair in sight. One of each pair of women, the bait, was either ovulating or menstruating. If they were stopped by one of the roving teams of aliens, the companion team was to stop and observe from a distance.

The man monitoring the bait would release his hold on the observer and concentrate all his attention on the bait during the stop. When the aliens were done with their harassment, the bait would visually locate the companion pair so the monitor could re-join with the observer.

Kirk was monitoring Erica and Susie. Back at the farm, he had experimented with having Susie touch one of the other non-telepath women while he monitored her, to see if he could read the other woman through her. He was unsure, until he had the woman silently read an article while she was in physical contact with Susie. He was able to grasp the meaning from Susie as it was read.

Since the women who had been captive all had a small working knowledge of the alien language, they might be able to glean the answers to their questions from the alien soldiers they encountered. At least, that was the hope.

Susie and T’sahn were the first pair placed on Elmwood Street, the main street connecting the campus with the town. Erica and Anita were next, placed in an alley off the main drag, about a block from the first pair. As soon as each pair was clear of the alley, another pair was placed, until there were six pairs in town, all blending into the late morning crowds, comprised mostly of college age and slightly older women.

Simultaneously scanning both Erica and Susie, Kirk soon identified a pair of alien soldiers swaggering along the street, not far from Susie and T’sahn. He alerted the women and felt Susie increase her breathing rate, along with adding a little extra oomph to her hip sway. Her display accomplished her goal. Kirk sensed the soldier’s hand grab her shoulder.

Kirk was immediately aware of the division which occurred in Susie. Part of her brain remained cool and calm, analytical. The rest assumed a fearful attitude, showing extreme anxiety at being singled out by the soldier.

“You, Earth bitch! Stop!” ordered the obviously older one of the pair.

“Wh–wh–what? I’m n-not d-doing anything wrong, s-s-sir.”

“Show me you papers! Wait! What’s that I smell? Is that you?” he laughed. “Can you smell her, Grog-3?” The alien dropped to one knee and lowered his nose to the hem of Susie’s skirt. In his native tongue, he continued, “By Ariadne’s sweet sweet, this bitch smells just like home,” he said, pushing his snout up between Susie’s thighs to her mound. She gave a shiver and pushed her hands down on his head, as if to push him away.

“Take your hands…”

“Don’t bother, Grog-3; she isn’t pushing hard enough to block a desert worm.”

“Still, to think an Earth bitch would have the nerve to put their hands on a Dhogian soldier.”

“Fear gives strength otherwise lacking. Remember your training, and I can smell her fear nearly as strong as I smell her moon blood.” he tapped Susie’s vulva a couple of times with his snout, laughing when he felt her flinch. He pulled his head out from under her skirt. “You should have a sniff, Grog-3. It’s nearly as good as a furlough to the imag-i-hold,” he said, standing up.

The other soldier gave his friend a cautionary look, reminding him not to talk about their technology. “What, you think this fearful bitch is going to understand what we’re saying?” questioned the senior soldier. “Have a whiff of that moon blood and clear your thinking.”

The younger alien looked at the pavement, understanding the older soldier’s thinking. He bent over and pushed his nose in between Susie’s thighs and followed them up to her vulva, where he took a huge inhalation.

“Unnngh,” he growled. “You’re right; she does smell like Naihars Sands. Reminds me of the first…but you don’t need to know about her,” he grinned. He even tolerated Susie’s attempt to keep his head away from her crotch.

The old soldier laughed and playfully slapped the younger one on the back of his head. “Let’s get back to the base and see if we can wrangle some imag-i-hold time,” he growled, pushing his companion back the way they had come.

The whole exchange, less than five minutes, had been rich in information. The old soldier was the equivalent of a Master Sergeant; the younger, a lance corporal. Their companionship that day was based on a familial relationship.

Between the two of them Kirk had learned that there was only about the equivalent of an army company (roughly a hundred troops and officers) stationed in Ruthorford, to guard the weapons depot located inside the college football stadium.

The troops were also housed inside the arena. At night, they were usually all sleeping, except for two teams of four guards who manned the entrances to the arena and the football field.

None of the alien soldiers wanted nighttime guard duty. It lasted from 8:00PM to 8:00AM, switching every two hours, usually following a day of normal duty. This meant that by 3:00 or 4:00 in the morning, the on-duty guards were probably falling asleep.

Falling asleep on guard duty was considered a breach of etiquette, not a failure to perform one’s duty. As long as two of the four guards were awake and alert, sleeping on duty was tolerated, if not condoned. Informally, the nap times were staggered so each guard managed a four hour ‘nap’ while on duty.

Now they had to find the cannons and inspect them to determine the best way to disable them without alerting the invaders to their presence so close to an outpost.

Kirk had one of the scouting pairs, Minnie and Ruth, make their way to the football stadium to reconnoiter the area. They found the streets blocked a hundred yards from the stadium, all the way around it. As they strolled around the large structure they were frequently stopped and examined by invader patrols.

One of the patrols comprised their equivalent of a young first lieutenant and an older top sergeant. When they stopped the human women, Minnie recognized the ranks and correctly guessed it was the first command for the young officer, and the older non-com was teaching him the ropes.

While the two soldiers were examining their papers, she managed to turn her ankle and fell into the older veteran, creating a large area of bodily contact, giving her monitor enormous access to his storehouse of memories and knowledge.

As soon as her monitor realized her intention, he had alerted Kirk, who had tapped into the monitor, using him as a conduit for the information he ‘downloaded’ from the sergeant. One of the first things Kirk sensed was that the sergeant was not at all pleased at the contact with the earth woman, and started to draw his pistol but was stopped by the lieutenant, who cautioned him that if they shot all the women, they would run out of brood stock, and they would have to use the soldiers and officers in the hatcheries.

The old sergeant growled his acquiescence, and stepped away from Minnie, breaking her hold and letting her drop to the pavement. As she started to get up, he placed his foot on her ass and pushed, sending her face first into the street.

Kirk immediately put a damper on the telepaths’ flare of anger, letting them know that the sergeant would be near the top of the list of those who received a lesson in interplanetary relations. He told the team they had all the information they needed for the present and to prepare to return.

The old sergeant had been a treasure trove of intelligence. Coupled with what they had learned from Susie’s encounter earlier, they now knew that the stadium housed six of the compact field pieces, one of the largest concentrations of firepower on the two continents in the Western Hemisphere; that at any time during the night, the odds were that there would only be two guards awake; that the artillery was kept in the end zone, furthest from the street.

A major reason for the security precautions was the extremely highly polished surface on the projectiles and the inner surface of the barrel. Both were machined and polished to +/- 30 nanometers (3 ten-thousandths of a micron). Any imperfection on the surface of the shell or the barrel larger than 30 nanometers rendered both useless.

The artillery pieces were constructed of extremely hard metal, generally corrosive resistant. At least they had been on other invasion sites. Something in Earth’s atmosphere, in the acid rain, threatened to corrode the inside of the barrels, so they were kept under special tarpaulins, to filter the corrosive ions from the air. The invaders had learned as little as three hours exposure to the unfiltered atmosphere was enough to disable the compact field pieces.

More importantly, Kirk had learned, this invasion had come with another set of problems not foreseen by the invaders. His destruction of the hatchery, and of the three breeders assigned to it that night, had destroyed two percent of the breeders mature enough to be productive. The breeders ‘grown from earthly seed,’ so to speak, were taking exceptionally long to mature.

On other planets, native hybrids were ready in a few as nine months from implantation in their native hosts. On Earth, the officers overseeing that part of the invasion, estimated that new breeders would not be productive for over five years after implantation.

The genetic code in the human DNA they absorbed from their hosts which controlled the rate of sexual development, necessary to enable impregnation and successful implantation, was interfering with the maturational process of the hybrids.

In addition, it seemed, some human women were able to differentiate between the fighting drones which were implanted in them and the breeding drones. Statistically, some spontaneous miscarriages were to be expected. Breeding drones, which represented about two out of a thousand implantations, were being rejected at a rate where they represented 10 percent of the unsuccessful pregnancies, some twenty times the expected rate of miscarriage for breeding drone fetuses.

While most of the breeders were relatively young, because of the demands on their bodies to produce viable drones, and to satisfy the sexual needs of the officers, their reproductive life was only about five or six years. Kirk realized that if the alien breeders were destroyed, the supply of fighting drones could be exhausted before the hybrids were productive.

He called his advisors together and reviewed what he had learned, and they made their plans. First, the directive went out to all telepaths: Eliminate the hatcheries and the breeding drones, especially the breeders. The best way to identify them– they had two extra penicles. Plus, it was suspected that they were hermaphroditic.

Next, the information about the artillery pieces was sent to the other telepaths, along with the recommendation that the special tarps be removed during nights when it was raining. Kirk reasoned that the hogfaced invaders didn’t like the rain any more than they liked other running water, and would not be likely to walk out and inspect the artillery pieces in wet weather.

The lightly corrosive rain, over time, would deteriorate the barrels, and the shells, making them useless. With such tight tolerances for the surfaces, refacing the projectiles or the barrels was out of the question, even if the invaders had the equipment to do so, since it would require the removal of material, opening the gap between shell and cannon, exceeding the necessary tolerance limits.

Kirk and his team planned a war of attrition–slowly eating away at the strength and morale of the invaders. Over the next few years, they would teleport into a post and kidnap a soldier or officer, using mind control to keep them quiet and compliant.

Once away from the compound, the invader was either killed outright, or used as bait, to lure the aliens or their drones into a lake or river, where they were immediately disabled and destroyed. Dead bodies, with no visual wounds, were left to be found by garrisons several hundred miles distant.

Invaders in the more arid atmospheres would suffer similar fates as the fighting drones attempted to march across the sharp sands of the deserts, cutting open their feet, and quickly dehydrating and dying.

It was slow, but it was guaranteed to be successful. Invaders who responded by attacking non-combatants found themselves being used as bait the next day, a lesson which was quickly learned by the officers and soldiers. A lesson taught by the old sergeant who had pushed Minnie to the street.

After the planning session, Kirk went to find Minnie, to see how badly hurt she was. She was lying on a bed with Mary and Tiffany working on resetting her broken nose, and cleaning the dirt from the scrapes on her forehead and cheeks. “Hey, Min, how you doing?”

“I’m alright, Kirk. I just wish I could have fried that bastard.”

“I understand. If you hadn’t been so close to their barracks, I might have let you. It would have caused some suspicion, but without a body, I don’t know what they would do. I came to let you know, he is going to be their first casualty in our war. Ron and I are going in tonight to start to raise some hell. If you want to tune in on Ron, you’ll be able to watch what happens.”

She smiled her thanks, then winced with the pain caused by the scrapes on her cheeks and the multiple fractures in the bridge of her nose. She grabbed Kirk’s hand and pulled it to her breast. “Promise me,” she demanded, “promise me that they’ll suffer.

“Not just for what he did to me; I’ll heal, but for what they have done to the others, like Susie and her family. Make them afraid, Kirk. They feel fear; I sensed it in that old fart when I fell on him. He was afraid of something in me. Do whatever you have planned, but scare the shit out of them!”

“I don’t know if it’ll scare the shit out of them, but before we’re done, they’ll believe in ghosts. That I can promise,” he replied.

After dinner, Kirk and Ron met in the barn. There were some supplies they needed to gather. After reviewing their plans, they slow teleported to a grove of trees just outside of Ruthorford. They were a few hundred yards from the stadium. Ron swore when he landed in what seemed to be a large puddle, except that it hadn’t rained in several days.

A light went off in Kirk’s head. “Perfect,” he whispered to Ron. “This is one of the few remnants of the last Ice Age. Around the Midwest, there are three or four bottomless bogs, left when the ice melted, some thirteen thousand years ago. This part of the country, east of the Mississippi, was a large inland sea. Over time, it has dried up, leaving up to ten feet of topsoil and these swampy areas.

“Be careful, most of the areas that look like water are really quicksand. These hogfaced bastards don’t like water? After tonight, they’ll fear it.”

Kirk explained his new plan while they waited for the remnants of the sunlight to fade. During his contact with the old sergeant, Kirk had learned that when he was on guard duty, he liked to take the midnight watch. A few minutes before the midnight hour, he and Ron teleported into the center of the stadium.

Staying in the shadows, they made their way to the artillery storage area. They pulled the protective tarps from the weapons. Kirk had brought enough nitric and hydrochloric acids to make up six pints of aqua regia, the acid compound used to dissolve the so-called noble metals. Highly corrosive, it was sure to oxidize any ferrous compounds in the artillery pieces.

He and Ron poured a pint down the barrel of each of the pieces. With a grin, Kirk then teleported enough water from the swamp to fill each of the pieces to the bottom lip of the barrel. By morning, they would all be pitted so badly they would be unuseable.

They found the laser guided projectiles, stored in cases of twenty, a few yards from the cannons. Ron whispered a suggestion to Kirk, who nodded. The next time anyone opened a case of projectiles, they would find them packed, like sardines, in salt water.

They had just finished replacing the tarps when they heard someone approaching. Kirk grabbed Ron and teleported them to just above the sergeant’s head. Kirk entered the alien’s mind and seized control of his voice. He instructed Ron to grab one of the alien’s arms while he took the other one.

From the point where they seized him, they forced the old soldier to walk to the edge of the bog with a lurching gait, making it look like he was drunk.

This bog, situated on the campus of a major university, was the object of study by many departments of the school. It appeared to be a large pond, or small lake, dotted by several small grass covered islets. In truth, these islets were small floating clumps of a grass which grew in water, completely unconnected to any soil, but firm enough to support a man.

While they floated, they didn’t appear to travel about the lake. They were stationary enough that some students had connected several by plank bridges, and would often visit some of the larger ones for picnics and other student activities.

When the sergeant saw their destination, he began to struggle against the invisible forces compelling him toward the water. He had not been garrisoned in Ruthorford long, but he had been there long enough to hear stories about patrols not returning from the lake with the grassy islands. Water, running or not, concealed a number of unseen dangers.

But in his case, it was the unseen danger he had to fear. Suddenly he found himself floating above the water, unable to use his arms, or his voice. Without warning, his uniform disappeared from his body. He saw it land on one of the small hillocks accessed by the plank bridge while he continued to float over the water, to the center of the bog.

He felt the block on his voice release. His howl was a combination of bravado, fright and alarm. As soon as the sound emanated from his mouth, his arms were released and he dropped twenty feet into the bog.

Fortunately, or unfortunately, the water was only about a foot deep. Under it was a bottomless pit of the colloidal mixture of dirt, decomposed vegetation and microscopic stones known as quicksand. The greater density of the colloid slowed and stopped his descent by the time it reached his waist, but by then it was too late.

Unable to swim, or to move his legs, other than up and down, since he had no leverage, his struggles just drove him deeper into the material which would prove to be his grave. His howls of alarm turned to pure fright.

They were loud enough to alert the other guards on duty, one of whom immediately alerted the young lieutenant. A quick glance into the interior of the stadium revealed nothing wrong there. It did not take long for the search party to find the sergeant’s lurching footprints, and some empty bottles along the path, suggesting that the sergeant had succumbed to the Earthly demon rum.

One of the members of the search party went to tell the Lieutenant what they had found while the others went ahead, laughing, to see what had frightened the old veteran.

The young officer caught up with them at the edge of the bog. The yowling had stopped, with an audible gurgle. There was no sign of the missing non-com. The Lieutenant played his torch over the grassy islets, looking for a sign of what had happened to his friend and mentor.

He saw a glint of light reflected back from one of the islets not too far out in the pond. Moving his torch around, he discovered the plank bridges connecting the clumps. He moved closer to shore and pointed his torch back where he had seen the reflection. This time he could make out what looked like a uniform.

He pointed to two still unranked foot soldiers and ordered them to stay on shore. Gesturing to the others to follow, he set off at a rapid trot across the first plank bridge. He cleared the first plank just as the last member of the search party took his second step from shore.

Perhaps it was all the weight; maybe the rhythmic pounding of the four aliens running on the plank; maybe it was Kirk and Ron, but the plank lost its purchase on shore and slipped into the water, taking the search party with it.

The splash and commotion distracted the young Lieutenant, who missed his footing on the second plank bridge. The two young soldiers on shore were unable to give coherent descriptions of what they saw, only able to relate that some monster had come up out of the water and sucked their comrades under the surface. No alien ever voluntarily approached the bog again.

The field pieces were scheduled for routine maintenance two days after Kirk and Ron’s ‘raid.’ The soldier’s cry of alarm quickly turned to one of pain as the acid filled water spilled out of the breech and onto his feet, quickly eating through his footwear and flesh. A second soldier was rendered unfit for further field duty when he rashly stuck his Dhog nose in a second piece of artillery and discovered it, too, was filled with acidified water.

With the six field pieces no longer useable, the sealed cases of munitions were returned to the Central Supply Depot in Virginia, where they were opened for inspection. Several fighting drones and soldiers were injured or killed opening the seawater filled containers. Unfortunately, even the explosives had been rendered useless.

Unable to come up with any other explanation, the alien High Command began to consider sabotage, but by whom? Humans had been thoroughly cowed, they believed. There had been no resistance in over an Earth year. Could one of their advance scouts have turned on them? A team of inquiry was sent to Ruthorford.

To the amusement of Kirk and the others at the farm, the officers in charge of the outpost were charged with dereliction of duty, and reduced in rank from the equivalent of a colonel to first and second lieutenants.

To protect the farm and the people living there, the holograph projector was beefed up so the camouflage covered the entire farm with a hologram of a large swamp. Kirk and several members of his team left the farm, traveling by teleportation, to other states to organize resistance groups to carry out the random attacks Kirk planned.

Bitsy, Doreen and Marilee, and their surviving husbands, the men who had planned on raping Nell, were moved to the farm as a precautionary measure. Jim and Butch were not the brightest bulbs in the pack, and it was not certain they would remain silent about their experiences if questioned by the Dhogs. Susie and some of the female telepaths who had stayed moved into town to monitor the comings and goings of the Dhogian patrols.

It must be pointed out here that the Dhogians had stolen their technology. Like many, they could use machines and technical apparatus without fully understanding the theories governing their performance (think of cars and computers). As they had moved through the Universe, they had adopted and adapted the technologies of the races they had surprised and overcome.

Because of its lack of significant space-going technology, Earth had seemed like it would be an easy victory, but the flight from their last conquest, and the dog-fights with Earth’s various aviation powers during the brief resistance had expended more fuel than expected.

Their ships utilized the gamma ray emissions from an alloy of promethium and ytterbium for power. However, at any given time, in the accessible Earth crust, there exists only a total of about twenty ounces of promethium.

The Dhogians did not view this as a problem. On other planets they had conquered, technicians (engineers, scientists, etc) had been able to produce the five pounds they needed by fractionating other radioactive heavy metals (radium, uranium, plutonium) using particle accelerator colliders.

Shortly after subduing Earth, they had identified the small one in Chicago, a slightly larger one under Indiana, and the super accelerator in Central Europe. They immediately ordered the scientists working with the accelerators to begin producing the promethium they needed.

The maximum output of the three colliders when the aliens landed was five grams a month of the radioactive promethium isotope desired, a situation entirely unsatisfactory to the Dhogians, who commanded the technicians to find ways to increase production, regardless of cost or safety concerns.

At each of the three sites, there were at least two telepaths, who kept in touch with either Lorenz or Kirk. Aware of Kirk’s plans, and in agreement with them, the telepaths worked to subtly sabotage fuel production.

The two years following Kirk’s initial raid were years of irritation to the Dhogians. In addition to the problems with fuel production, around the world they were in a constant state of battling random ‘brush fires,’ chasing an enemy which seemed able to disappear in the mist.

There were occasional pitched battles with what appeared to be militiamen, battles which used up the fighting drones faster than they could be replaced, and claimed more than a few of the soldiers who commanded them, plus any officers involved in the foray. What was truly disheartening to the aliens was the total absence of native bodies, or any sign they had suffered any injuries.

It also became obvious to the alien command that the breeding drones, specifically, were being targeted. They were ordered to remain indoors, and away from windows, unless accompanied by a patrol of not less than six fighting drones and two soldiers of at least non-com rank. Still the number of breeders continued to shrink relatively faster than any other type of alien. After two years of hunting them, the telepaths had reduced the original number of breeders from 144 to thirty, world wide.

With the miscarriage problem, only about a dozen hybrids had been produced to replace them. Because of the human component, they were not yet ready to breed. One of the older hybrids was captured and transported to Kirk and Lorenz for evaluation. Both of them hoped that the human DNA would also be reflected in the psycho-emotional makeup of the hybrids.

However, at the end of two weeks, when the hybrid attacked Lorenz and attempted to kill him with its bare hands, they reluctantly agreed that the young cross-breeds also needed to be destroyed.

When the aliens had first landed on Earth, they had had the manpower and equipment roughly equivalent to an Army brigade. Under Kirk’s leadership, they had been reduced to a force about the size of a battalion, with a severely depleted officer corps. Instantly recognizable, and universally hated for their initial brutality, the entire human populace was against the Dhogs.

As their numbers had dwindled, the Dhogians had consolidated their Western Hemisphere forces into the American Great Plains, having commandeered Ft. Leaven worth early in establishing their control. It seemed to offer the best location for centrality and convenience.

Kirk had not been back to the farm in nearly two and a half years, not since they had dropped the old sergeant in the quicksand. He had been on the move constantly, recruiting and organizing small units to harass the aliens. He would find out where the aliens had established a base and locate someone with telepathic ability nearby.

It was almost like the aliens had acted as a catalyst, turning on latent abilities in people who often wondered about their ability to know what others were thinking; to guess correctly about what was going to happen; to always get their way in arguments and discussions. Kirk found them, indoctrinated them, trained them and found them committed people to lead. Generally, after a few skirmishes, more telepaths emerged.

From these, he would choose a few for specialized training–to monitor the officers of the local alien garrison. When the individual was ready, Kirk would take them into their officer’s quarters at night to establish the necessary bodily contact to effect the comm link.

In this way, they were able to keep track of troop movements, and plans to try to locate and identify resistance troops, enabling them to remain hidden. So successful was this strategy, that, in the two years he was gone, nationwide, the resistance had lost fewer than forty soldiers in battle.

Kirk had returned to the farm to recuperate from injuries sustained in a fierce fire fight with the aliens. Kirk’s team had ambushed a patrol in Central Colorado. After the initial surprise, the aliens had responded with more fire power than expected, momentarily disorienting the telepaths.

They had dived for cover behind some rocks. In doing so, Kirk had hit his head, knocking him unconscious. He had fallen on his left arm, breaking his forearm and dislocating his shoulder. The other telepaths had regrouped and returned fire, destroying several fighting drones, and killing the sergeant and lieutenant leading the patrol.

As they usually did, the telepaths had then teleported out of the area, leaving Kirk lying unconscious, unseen behind a boulder. It was not until they were safely back at their base that he was missed. Three of them immediately returned to the site of the conflict.

In the meantime, sensing a lull in the return fire, one of the more authoritative soldiers had deployed a robotic bomb sniffer, mounted with a camera. It was guided into the hot zone to take a look around. When the aliens saw Kirk’s body, the first ever to be recovered, they abandoned their caution and the entire patrol ran to retrieve the body, each wanting to be the first to capture one of the elusive enemy.

They had covered about half the distance between their vehicles and Kirk’s unconscious body when they ran into a wall of bullets from the assault rifles of the returning telepaths. None of the aliens survived.

The telepaths took advantage of the annihilation of the patrol and recovered several of their weapons and pieces of equipment, including the mobile camera and its control unit.

The commander of the local outpost noted these facts, and reported that there had been an escalation in resistance tactics to the Central Command in Kansas. They responded by abandoning their perimeter outposts and pulling all the North American troops back to Leaven worth to begin planning how to handle this latest expansion in tactics by the resistance.

Kirk’s arm had been treated by a doctor at the base camp of the resistance fighters in Colorado. The doctor firmly suggested he take a month off to let it heal sufficiently so he could get by without a sling or brace. Albeit reluctantly, Kirk had agreed, recognizing the wisdom, and his need for a more psychical, or spiritual, recovery period.

With the exception of a short visit to see Erica in Seattle last December, he had been in the hot zone of combat most of the last two and a half years. He contacted the farm and let them know he was on his way. He planned to stop and see some of his contacts on the way.

It took him three days to get home. On the way he heard the news that the aliens had abandoned their inland perimeter outposts and retreated to Leaven worth. The small resistance units were celebrating the retreat as a victory. Inwardly, Kirk was shaking his head, wondering where and when the aliens would break out and resume their brutality.

At the farm, he was greeted by his mother and his four year old son/brother, by Tiffany and their five year old son, by Mary and their five year old triplets, and by Erica, and her six month baby bump. Lorenz, Nell, Eva, and Estee were waiting in the living room. They all greeted him warmly, even the children who had been told stories of his exploits against the aliens.

The afternoon was taken up with catching up. After dinner, over coffee, the two men, sitting on the verandah, discussed the aliens and their latest action. “So, you don’t think they’re getting ready to leave the planet.”

“No. From what the engineers at the colliders tell us, if they combine the output from the three colliders and all the fuel reserves they have left, they might get two ships to Uranus, and then, maybe drift to Pluto’s orbit, but they’d be dead by the time they got there.

“No, I think they plan on making some sort of last stand. I’ve warned our guys around Kansas City and St Joe to be on the alert for a recurrence of their initial brutality. They have a few breeders left, and we weren’t able to wreck all the incubators. I think they’ll beef up the fighting drone supply and attack some time in late Fall.

“I’ve been thinking, maybe we should attack them, or show a threat of attacking. Maybe we could draw them out to a place we choose, to give us an advantage.”

“Do we have enough people to do that? And weapons? The blast is good, but how many can do that, and how often?” Lorenz asked his son, the de facto leader of the resistance.

“People? A couple of hundred, enough, if we discount the fighting drones. We need to find a way to neutralize those, then we can destroy the Dhogs.

“It’s strange. In all my studies, especially in history, and even in my personal confrontations with Big Dick, when I was a kid, I could always find something to appreciate, if not admire, in all the people and sides involved. But not the Dhogs.

“I’ve been in personal contact with their top officers and their lowest private. And pretty much everything in between. I haven’t noticed a single redeeming feature. They’re brutal and ferocious, but not especially brave, or altruistic.” He paused a moment. “They remind me of pirates… or pimps.”

He drained his coffee cup. “Can we put up a dozen or so folks for a few days. I want to gather the resistance leaders and discuss this. If we’re going to move, we need to do it before they get too many of the fighting fuckers made.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right, Lorenz replied. ” Whoever we can’t accommodate here, we can find room in the village, now the patrols have stopped. Or we can move Bitsy and her entourage back into town for a week. Food’ll be the bind, and cooking.”

“That shouldn’t be a problem. I’ll speak with Mom and Estee…”

“Speak with Meg and Estee about what?” Tiffany interrupted, coming through the screen door.

“A bunch of visitors, to come up with a plan to get rid of the aliens.” Kirk stood up. “But that can wait until tomorrow. I’m bushed and need to get some sleep. Want to join me?” he asked, cocking his head and looking at Tiffany.

“I been hoping you’d ask. Even got you a little surprise,” she teased, wagging her butt at him as she walked back into the house.

Lorenz laughed, shaking his head at Kirk. “Be careful with her,” he warned, “she’ll ride you until you cry uncle.”

“You be still, old man. You comin’, vanilla?” She held the screen door for him. She slipped her arm through his as he passed her, and walked with him, hip to hip. “I need a favor, if you’ll do it. I suppose I could get someone else, but, since you did it once, I thought I’d ask you first.” They were at the door to the bedroom he usually used when at the farm.

He cocked his head, looking at her. He sensed her block was up. With what he had learned in the past few years, he could have easily slipped past it, but telepath etiquette proscribed that except in cases of emergency. “Of course, Tiff, if it’s something I can do, you just have to ask. You know that.”

“I’d like our son, Joshua, to have a brother and sister, full sibs, who look like him. I know there are other black telepaths, but those friggin’ sapphire eyes you gave him make him stand out like a sore thumb. With a full brother and sister, he won’t seem so alone.”

Kirk grinned. “I wish all the requests for help I get were so simple, and so pleasurable to fulfill. Is it close to your fertile time?”

She smiled back. “Can’t get much closer. Can you make it twins?”

He opened the door to his bedroom and led her in. “Are you sure you want twins? I remember how worried you were about Mary when she was carrying the triplets.”

“Twins won’t be so bad. Besides, I’m bigger than she is; plus, I’m running out of time for having kids. As it is, I’ll be fifty before they’re out of high school. You just do your jobs; I’ll worry about the babies and getting them into this world safely.”

“My jobs?”

“Knocking me up, and getting rid of the hogfaces.” She surprised him by removing his shirt and pants, telekinetically, one article at a time, then her own clothes, the same way. “How’s your arm? How long has it been?”

“The cast is about a week old. I broke it about ten days ago. They said it was a clean break and should heal without any problem.”

Their underwear disappeared. “I guess I’ll have to take it easy on you, then,” she grinned, standing there, naked, before him, letting him examine her. It had been nearly three years since they had been together like this.

Overall, she was a little thinner, like most of Earth’s natives, due to the privations of war. The farm had a good sized garden, still some foods were often hard to come by, especially good quality protein.

Even with the slight weight loss, there was a bit of sag, and enlargement, in her breasts. Maybe half a cup size, enough to be noticed. The sag, just enough, with the additional extra, to make the bottom of the breasts balloon slightly.

The weight loss was most notable in her hips and the lovely ass she no longer had. Although she still had a bit of a bubble butt, it seemed to sag, and didn’t have the firmness he remembered. Nor, he noticed, did she trim her pubes anymore. They were covered by a thick blanket of coal black curls.

Looking at her, standing there, waiting for him to move, he had the characteristic male response. Tiffany grinned, an uncertain look in her eyes. “I’m glad to see I can still have that effect on you. I was worried you… you…” she faltered.

He took the two steps to her and pulled her to him with his good arm. “Tiffany, that is something you never need to worry about. When this is all over, we’ll go back to Lone Pine Island, and fuck ourselves silly in the moonlight and say to hell with the rangers.”

She threw her arms around his neck and caught his lips in hers. “Can we take a mattress this time?” she whispered. “Those rocks can get pretty uncomfortable, and cold, even in late summer.”

Kirk grinned and led her to the bed. She lay down on her back, legs parted, offering herself to him. He got on the bed and stretched out on his side, beside her, head to foot, his face by her hips. She sucked in her breath in a hiss when his tongue touched her labia, then found her opening. She turned on her side to face him, taking him in her mouth with a small moan.

Kirk’s good hand found her breast and began to fondle her nipple, eliciting more pleasure sounds. Of her own choice, it had been over a year since Tiffany had engaged in sex other than self pleasure. Since she had made the decision to have another child by Kirk, she had abstained, to make sure he was the father of her next child.

The abstinence was having its effect, as was Kirk’s skill and love for his partner, and her feelings for him. Her climax began almost with the first touch of his tongue. It built quickly and spread through her body like fire through tinder. When it passed, they both became aware that Kirk’s cock was buried in her throat, her nose pressed against his sack.

It was all the stimulus he needed. Tiff hummed in pleasure when she felt his prick spasm in her throat, pumping his sperm into her stomach. Kirk groaned as his climax peaked and passed, his tongue doing its best to reach her cervix, tickling the walls of her love tunnel.

When the final spasms of pleasure had passed, they fell apart and lay on their backs, side by side, holding hands. “Christ, Tiffany, that was intense. Nobody’s deep throated me like that in a while. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, but it wasn’t me. I’ve never been able to do that to a guy. It was the suddenness of the climax. But I have to say, it was kinda fun, especially feeling you come like that.” She lifted her head and looked at him, discovering he was still erect. She got up on her knees and straddled him, positioning her quim directly over his staff.

“Much as I enjoyed that, oral ain’t gonna get the job done. I hope you still got some of that baby juice, ’cause we ain’t leaving this bed until I’m sure I got a brother and sister for Josh.”

“Uhh, what about potty breaks?”

“Erica tells me you have a way of handling those. And we can have food delivered. Anything else?”

“There are some meetings I really have to attend, and people I have to see.”

“One of the things living here has done for, or to, me–I ain’t the least bit bashful. You can meet whoever you need to meet with right here.”

“Woman, you are shameless!”

“You can betcherfugginass about that,” she laughed, and began to move on his cock. Kirk scanned her body and identified two ripe eggs. He gave them a nudge and watched them move to the entrance of Tiff’s tubes. With a broad grin which lighted her face, she changed her hip motion so she was moving in a circle, centered on the root of his cock. “Well, I’ve made my contribution, vanilla boy; now it’s up to you.”

He pulled her down on his chest, engaging her in a loving lip lock as he began to thrust up into her. She broke the kiss and began to mutter, “ohgodyes, more, do it, vanilla man, fug me, go go yes yes uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh.” Soon he felt her sheath tighten on his cock. “Yessssss,” she hissed when she felt the sexplosion of warmth against her interior sheath walls. In seconds, she was asleep.

Kirk rolled her to the side and scanned her body a second time; this time examining his spend. He identified several y-bearers and a few x-bearers at the head of her cervix, being sucked up by the orgasmic spasms of that orifice. He did some sorting and moved the two groups to the areas where they would meet their respective target. He then joined her in Orpheus’s sweet arms.

The early morning summer sunlight was just beginning to filter trough the curtained window when Kirk’s bladder made its need for attention known. He carefully disengaged from Tiffany, eliciting a moan of objection, and, still nude, made his way into the hall to go to the bathroom. Coming out of his destination, he saw a sight which confused him. He had just left Tiffany in his bed, and here she was coming out of the bathroom.

He shook his head to clear it and looked again. Just then, the confusing apparition laughed, letting him know it wasn’t his partner from last night. “Hi there, vanilla boy! I haven’t seen you in forever.”

“Jasmine! My god! How are you? How’s your mom? Damn, you’re looking good. What have you been up to?” They stood there in the hallway, both buck naked, talking as if they had just run into each other at the mall, until Jasmine looked down at his piss hard and laughed.

“Is that all for me, or does Ma Nature have a hand in it?”

“I’m afraid it’s mostly nature. Give me a minute, then we can go to my room and talk,” he replied and hurried past her. She grinned at the sound of his stream hitting the center of the water in the bowl, and turned to move to his room. Kirk caught up with her at the door.

Tiffany was still asleep, sprawled on the bed. With a saucy smile, Jasmine looked at the man who had taken her virginity. Feeling a strong twinge in her quim at the memory, she asked him, “So, vanilla man, tell me, which is it? Do you have a thing for dark girls, sisters, or dark sisters?”

Kirk grinned. “It’s not all that complicated. I have a thing for pretty women, no matter what color they are.” Under her mocha colored complexion, Jasmine blushed. She knew, from the reaction of the boys she had been dating before the invasion, that she was attractive, and they had told her she was pretty, but she had less than half believed them, thinking it was to get in her pants. But from Kirk, a man who had nothing to gain from telling her that, a man she knew could have had anyone he wanted, including her and her mother, it was almost enough to make her cry.

She threw her arms around his neck and hugged him. Only then did the fact he was wearing a cast on his arm register. She loosened her grip slightly and leaned back to look at the plaster cast, from his palm to one third of the way up his bicep, with a right angle bend at the elbow. “You’re hurt. How…”

“It’s nothing. I fell and landed badly. Come, sit; tell me what you’ve been up to. How did you get here? The farm is under pretty strict orders, no outside communication by wire or radio.”

“You left out telepathy,” came the thought.

He glanced at Tiffany, still asleep, eliciting a laugh from her sister. “About a year after the invasion, I woke up and heard the soldiers in the street. I could not only hear them talking, but I was aware that one was being very critical of one of the others. I peeked out and there were only two, but I could see one was trying very hard not to loose his temper. What was surprising, I could understand them.

“I tried looking for Mama and was able to identify her and the man she was with, that guy you sent to her that day. It’s a good thing you did. After the invaders came, they took his wife and he kinda fell apart. If they questioned him then, he would have told them all about you. Instead, he came looking for Mama, ‘n’ she’s kept him sorta stable.”

Kirk frowned. He had forgotten about Dick, his former boss. He wasn’t worried about the women he had interacted with, who might have been able to tell the aliens about him. Most of them had been given a hypnotic block where he was concerned, but there were a few men, like Ron and Sonny, who would not be above sacrificing him it they thought it might gain them some favor or freedom.

Jasmine broke into his reverie. “Do you have any idea where they would have taken his wife, Sally? Or if there’s a way to find out if she’s even still alive. There are some awful stories out there about what they do to the women they take.”

“I doubt if any of them are as bad as the reality. We can look for Dick’s wife later. How did you get here?”

“When I found out what I could do, I tried looking for Tiffany, to find out what happened to her. I found some other telepaths, some of them resistance fighters. I joined them, and was able to use my ability to help them plan raids and escape or avoid traps. We even tried feeding some of the soldiers false information. That was funny; we made them march a couple of hundred of the fighting drones right into Lake Michigan.”

“You’re Jamie! Goddam! I’ve been wanting to meet you for a couple of years, but it was always too …”

“You know who I…”

“I’m Little Corporal.”

“Oh, shit! No! You’re the one who’s responsible…Goddam, vanilla! And to think you fucked me when…” She laughed. “Mama isn’t going to believe any of this when she finds out. When she learns what all you did, have been doing, she might gold plate her pussy and put it on display.” She finished laughing and continued.

“When I got to Chicago, like I always did when I got to a new city, I did a mental search for Tiff. I was able to just pick up a trace. I volunteered for a mission to Springfield, and was able to contact her. That was about six months ago.

“When the aliens vacated the area a couple of days ago, I drove down to see her. She said I should stick around because you were due back from out West. The snot didn’t tell me who you were.”

She glanced at her sister. “How come she’s still asleep? That isn’t like her, no matter how tired she is.”

“I put a block on her so we could talk.”

“Is that all you want to do? Looks to me like there might be something else on your mind,” she said, glancing at his crotch.

All the time they had been talking, Kirk had been taking in the sight of the beautiful twenty-something before him; her mocha colored skin, high-lighted with dark chocolate colored nipples and pubic hair, cut short, but covering the whole area. Her nipples were tilted toward the ceiling on BB sized breasts. At her comment, he became aware of the faint odor of arousal.

He looked up to her face and saw the desire in her eyes. “Where have you been sleeping?” he asked her.

“At the end of the hall, over the kitchen. There are two single beds; mine was the one next to the window.”

In a flash, Tiffany was moved to her sister’s bed. Kirk stood up and pulled Jasmine to standing. As he slid his hands down over her ass cheeks, he bent his knees and pushed them between her legs, lowering himself far enough so his cock nestled between her pussy lips. He straightened up, lifting her by her butt. When he was up straight, he gently lowered her onto his rod.

She moaned as he entered her, and wrapped her arms and legs around him, pulling him into her until their pubes were mashed against one another. They began to rock against each other, lips and tongues fully entwined. Kirk lifted them and positioned them directly over the bed he and Tiffany had shared last night. Gently, he lowered her sister and himself into the bed, sawing into her all the way down.

As they hit the bed, he attempted the mind link that Erica had taught him so long ago, it now seemed. However, there was a barrier in Jasmine’s mind, one he recognized from the night he had rescued Erica from the aliens.

Jasmine didn’t react at all to his attempt to probe her mind. He scanned her body and found what he expected, in the same place Erica and the other women had borne them.

He broke the kiss and leaned down to capture a nipple between his lips. Her guttural response was accompanied by an increase in the speed of her hips as they drummed against him. His hand searched for and found her puckered hole. With no warning, he thrust his middle finger into her rear passage as far as he could. The sudden intrusion was enough to trigger her climax, signaled by her rigor and scream.

Her arms and legs pulled Kirk to her so tightly he couldn’t move, in spite of the thrusting of her hips against him. He lowered his weight on to her, pressing her into the bed, holding her down until she was quiet, his finger still buried in her ass.

“You sneaky son of a bitch,” she laughed, when she was able to talk. “You can take it out now,” she added, lifting the cheek which held down the invading hand. He pulled the offending digit out, having satisfied himself the chip was in the same area as it had been with the other women. Now to find out why.

He pulled his hand free and rolled off the young black woman, to sit up.”Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

“Other than surprised as hell, I’m fine. I can’t say it’s my favorite way to come, but I’ll have to remember it for times I’m having difficulty getting off,” she answered, smiling, lying back and stretching, showing off her breasts.

Kirk looked at her, an uneasy feeling creeping into his psyche. “Why are you here, Jasmine?” His voice and face reflecting some distrust.

“I came to see you and Tiffany.” Tears began to form in her eyes as she began to sense the mistrust.

“No, you wouldn’t have known I was here, and Tiffany has no need to use her powers here. Not enough to send signals as far as Chicago. Why are you here? Let me in.”

“No, I can’t,” she began to sob. “They have Mama and that guy. If I can’t deliver you, they’ll kill them.”

“Where are they being held?” He reached out and took her hand, comforting her and monitoring her for lies at the same time.

“In a salt mine, near Piffard, close to Buffalo. There’s a group of soldiers waiting for you there. They told me they hope you try to rescue Mama. You could teleport in, but not back out, not with passengers.”

“We’ll see. How did they involve you in this?”

“At first, when I discovered I could understand them, I was in Syracuse, at Uni. I had a great time, just walking around and listening to their conversations. I guess I got careless.

“They had their headquarters on campus. One day, through a window, I heard one of them talking to an earth guy, talking about a black witch named Tiffany. Tiff had told me about the night you two got together and what you did to that guy in the bar. I wondered if it was him, and stopped to listen.

“When he mentioned your name, I sort of gasped, letting them know someone was listening. Before I knew it, they had grabbed me. I remember they gave me some kind of shot. When I woke up, they had Mama and Dick.

“They knew you were in Illinois, so an officer named Crag-3 told me to join the resistance and feed them information, good enough so I’d become a trusted source, and could look for you. They seemed to know who you were, and didn’t care about their losses if it meant capturing you…

“I’m sorry. Kirk; it’s just…they threatened to torture and kill her.”

“Do they know where you are?” he asked, looking into her eyes.

“No, when they all moved to Leavenworth, Crag-3 went back to New York, to Piffard. He said he’d wait for you there. Like he knew you’d try to get them.”

Kirk ran his hands over her body, concentrating. As they ran over her abdomen, he smiled. “No fucking originality. Hang on, this is gonna hurt.” Jasmine winced at the sharp pain in her belly as the tracking chip was removed and sent to the lake in Wisconsin. “Now, you are no longer being tracked by them, but they do have an idea where you are. They think, I hope, that you’re sitting in the middle of a swamp.

“We have some damage control to do. Go get Tiffany for me while I make some plans.”

As soon as she left the room, Kirk relaxed on the bed and sent his mental probes out, searching for Rose. It took him several minutes to locate and fix on her.

” Rose, this is your friend, vanilla boy.”

“Friend, shit! It’s your fault I’m in this friggin place! When are you gonna git me the hell out of here?”

“I don’t know if I can. Is Dick there with you?”

“We’re together during the day, but he’s kept in another part of the cave at night. When we’re together, there’s always a guard or two, and they don’t let us talk unless they can hear us.”

“Anyone else?”

She hesitated. “Just the guards.”

“How many guards all together?”

“We’ve been able to identify a dozen regulars, plus whatever officers there are.”

“Any physical restraints? Handcuffs, ankle chains?”

“No, just the threat of force and injury. And there’s some kind of webbing across the entrance to the cave.”

“Hmmm. Do you have any idea how deep you are, or what level you’re on?”

“We’re about a half mile from the entrance, on the ground level. They don’t like to go into the caves. The guards always locate themselves so they can see out the entrance.”

“Good. I’ll be there as soon as I can, but it’ll be a couple of weeks before I can get there. They’re expecting me to teleport in. That means they have some sort of trap set up. We’re going to need to make a ground assault. That’ll take a bit of setting up. Just relax and don’t tell Dick I’ve been in touch.

“And Rose, I love you.”

“Go to hell, vanilla boy,” she replied with a smile.

Tiffany and Jasmine entered his room just as he disengaged from Rose. “Good, you’re awake. Get ready for a quick trip to upstate New York; we’re going to go fetch your mother and my old boss, and a couple of others.”

“You talked to her? Is she okay? How about Dick?” Jasmine threw the questions at him rapidly, not waiting for the answers.

“She’s fine, just uncomfortable, and yes, Dick is there, too. And if I’m right, the guy that turned us in. Tiff, we’re going to need two strong guys to go along. Physically, and telepathically. Who’s here?”

“Not Lorenz? There’s Roy; he’s a bit of a cowboy, but he gets the job done. And Eli, kinda quiet, but good in a fight. I’ve heard some of the guys he’s served with talking about him taking on three or four Dhogians at once.”

“Fine; call them and have them meet us in the barn in twenty minutes. You both are going along.”

“Kirk, I’ve never…”

“Then it’s time you did, Jasmine. There’s nothing like a little fire fight to bring our all your powers. I need you along to point out the officer who sent you after Tiff and me.” He smiled. “If I’m right, we’ll have a little surprise for him before the day’s done.”

Before going to the barn, he stopped by Lorenz’s room and explained where he was going, and why. He asked the older man to make some preparations for their return.

At the barn, he explained the mission to the two men whom had been added. “Hi, Roy, Eli. We’re going to take a quick trip to a salt mine near Buffalo. The hogfaces are holding Tiff and Jasmine’s mother and a friend of mine there. I know there’s at least one other man, maybe more. We will be bringing Rose and my friend back here, along with a hogface and the other guy, if he’s who I think he is.

“Getting there will be easiest if you all just piggyback on me. Once we’re there, you’ll be able to get back without problem.

“They are expecting us, but hopefully not for a week or so. Are you guys familiar with the neuronal net the Dhogs use. I’ve run into small applications, across pathways, or blocking doors.

“The friggin’ stuff will let you go through one way, but if you try to go back through, it sticks like a web and begins to spread over your body, tightening as it spreads. If you don’t cut it away from its supports in a few seconds, it will immobilize you.

“From what Rose told me, they’ve sealed the entrance to the mine with it. They must have a separate entrance near the main one to let them go in and out. We’ll go in that way, then we can teleport out through the net.”

“Won’t the mind blast handle it?” Eli wanted to know.

“No, if anything, it makes it stickier. The only thing we’ve found to defeat it is a good sharp machete. Eli, that will be your job; can you do it without materializing?”

“Yeah, that’s no problem.”

“Girls, you get your Mom and Dick, again, without materializing. As soon as Eli lets you know the net is down, get your asses back here. Jasmine, can you do that?”

“I…I’m not sure about the distance. Can I piggyback on Tiffany?”

“Sure, little Sis, but you’ll be surprised how easy it is.”

“What’s my job, Kirk?” asked Roy.

“When we get there, Jasmine will identify a certain Dhog officer. Your job is to capture him, alive, and relatively uninjured. I expect he is the commander of the troops at the mine.

“I will bring the last prisoner. One last thing, no Dhog is to survive, except for the officer returning with us. Any questions?” There were head shakes all around. “Okay, grab what you think you’ll need, and grab hands, everyone.”

Three hundred million years ago, give or take a year or so, the Great Lakes region was covered by a huge inland sea. North America was crashing into Europe, forming the Appalachian mountains in North America, and the Atlas, Pyrenees and Alps in Europe. The collision tilted up the East Coast of North America, isolating the inland sea. Over a few million years, the sea evaporated, leaving huge salt deposits from southern New York to southern Ontario, from Vermont to Michigan.

Early settlers discovered them, and by the time of the War of 1812, New York was supplying salt to most of the country. The salt industry was one of the major factors in the creation of the Erie Canal, known in Central New York as the ‘ditch salt built.’ It was in one of those early mines the Dhogs held their bait.

Kirk and his crew materialized in a field about 750 yards from the cave. Between them and the mine opening were several clumps of scrub brush and a patch of light woods, screening their arrival. Quickly, and quietly, they made their way to a spot roughly 150 yards from the Dhogs, who, apparently, were just finishing their midday meal.

One, an officer, was making his way toward what was obviously a latrine. Jasmine poked Roy and pointed. He nodded and disappeared. A few minutes later, there was a frightened stir in the camp. The officer, Crag-3, appeared out of nowhere, trussed up like a package–hands and feet bound together, his mouth gagged.

Suddenly, the neuronal web began to visibly separate from the structures holding it over the mouth to the mine. Kirk and the girls immediately teleported into the cavity and found the prisoners. Seizing them, Kirk signaled the two men and the group quickly assembled outside the mine.

A quick pair of salvos of the mind blast served to remove the alien soldiers. A final blast from Kirk collapsed the mine entrance and the side passage the Dhogians had used, trapping inside any soldier who might have escaped the mind blasts. A minute later, the nine were back at the farm.

Kirk had Roy tie Crag-3 to some hay rolls which had been stacked on poles. The officer growled and gnashed his teeth, shouting imprecations at them in his native language. Kirk looked at him and shrugged. He turned his attention to the other man, Kirk’s ‘passenger.’ Eli had fastened him with some of the neuronal net he had retrieved at Kirk ‘s request.

“Kirk Reynolds! Goddam! Am I glad to see you! Let me loose so I can thank you. Damn, those fuckers have kept me holed up in that friggin’ cave for nearly six months.”

“Six months, Big Dick? That’s amazing. Most human men I’ve encountered who’ve spent more than a week in their company were dead. Why did they keep you alive? Were you selling them something?”

Just then, from the farm house, there was a chorus of screams. “That’s him; he’s the one who was talking to that officer.”

“What’s he doing here? Why’d you bring that cowardly son of a bitch along? That bastard ate with the Dhogs two or three times a week. I think he was informing on us. They always seemed to know what was going on, and he could always go where he wanted, not like Dick and me.”

“I know, Rose. Don’t worry; he’s going to pay. First, I want you and Jasmine to meet Susie. Here she comes.”

Kirk turned to greet the older woman. “Susie, as much as you have done for us, I hate to ask this of you, but Rose and Jasmine have to know what happened to you. Jasmine is a telepath and will be able to read you, and pass the information on to Rose, her mother.

“Susie, I need you to remember, to relive your experiences with Harr-1 and Orion. Even though you relive them, and experience the feelings again, distressing as they are, you are no longer in danger. And tonight, if you want, you will share my bed. Can you do this awful thing for me?” With tears running down her cheeks, she nodded.

“Jasmine, hold her hand and your mother’s. Everything you sense from Susie, pass on to her. Don’t filter anything. Tiff, do you know Susie’s story? No? Then you should participate, too.”

The four women joined hands. In a few seconds, tears were flowing freely from all their eyes. Kirk felt a tap on his shoulder. “Dick, how are you?”

“Christ, Kirk! I don’t know. How the fuck did all this happen? One day I’m sitting at my desk having a cup of coffee, and the next four years are chaos. I have a strange sense that just knowing you saved my life. That officer out there, for the first three or four months, after he learned you had worked for me, he’d grill me for hours every other day…”

He was interrupted by a scream, “You fucking bastard! That’s what you had planned for me! And you, you motherfucking cocksucker; you knew what they were going to do to us!” Suddenly, rocks, sticks, and animal waste arose from the ground, anything that was not firmly attached to the soil, flew through the air to pelt and assail the tied and bound prisoners.

“Easy, Rose. You can have them for target practice in a little bit. I thought you might be able to do that. It would really be strange for both sisters to have the ability if you don’t. Where in Susie’s story are you?”

“She was being examined for use as a breeder.”

“There’s more, and I’ll warn you, it’s worse.”

“How could it…” She saw his face, and Susie’s, and fell silent. “Ohmigod,” she whispered. She rejoined her hands with her daughters. In less than a minute, Rose’s face was livid with rage. While her daughters comforted Susie, Rose turned toward the captives.

Suddenly a large ball of flame seemed to emanate from her and consume them. Before Kirk could react, Big Dick, Crag-3, the hay and the wooden poles which anchored the hay bales, were all cinders. Rose collapsed, sobbing. “Those bastards. Those fucking…animals, that’s all they are, animals!” She turned to Kirk. “I want to help you get rid of them. What can I do?”

Mentally, he made the suggestion, “Comfort Susie. Besides what they did to her, they murdered her family, and were responsible for the death of her sister-in-law. She is going to need some friends when this is all done.

“And Rose, please don’t get angry with me.”

“Fuck you, vanilla boy. Just don’t make me angry,” she replied, the smile glowing in her eyes.

He turned back to Dick. “Well, that sure stops our interrogation. I do have some good news for you. Sally is safe. She is working down in St Louis, at a hospital, treating wounded resistance fighters and civilians who got hurt. I hear she and Monty have become good friends. Don’t look so worried. That may well work to your advantage.

“We won’t know for sure, but when this is done, we’re estimating women will outnumber men two or three to one. Polygamy will be encouraged until there’s a more even balance. There has even been some discussion of requiring men to supply sperm to sperm banks each week for women who decide to create their own family units.

“I heard of one eighteen year old who was thinking of setting up a fertilization function. For a small fee, women would attend daily until they were impregnated. He thought he was brilliant, until someone remarked it sounded a lot like a male brothel.” Kirk laughed.

They had reached the house. “I’ll arrange transportation for you to St Louis in the morning. It’s about a six hour drive from here. We try not to teleport there, especially now they’ve located their continental headquarters at Leavenworth. Maybe you could help them get organized and move. It was suggested they use one of the underground nuclear waste storage facilities near Denver.”

“Any idea how much longer this will go on? That officer said they had all but wiped out the resistance, and that it was ridiculous for us to hope to be rescued. I have to admit, I was losing hope.”

“I’m sorry, Dick; I just learned this morning you and Rose were being held captive.”

“Don’t be sorry! I just don’t have any idea how I’ll ever repay you.”

“You could always fix me up for a night with Monty.” Kirk said, with a grin.

“What? Are you serious? I counted, what, nine women in that farm house…” He looked at Kirk, who had a wide smile. “You’re shittin’ me, aren’t you?” He looked at his rescuer, at the lecherous grin. “Aren’t you?”

The planning/strategy conference went off without a hitch. Bitsy, her studs and their wives were glad to get back into the village, even for a short time. The dozen or so telepaths, male and female, were glad to get together away from the constant stress vigilance imposed. With the aliens holed up in Leavenworth, their vigilance could be relaxed, but not abandoned.

They all arrived within a day of each other and sleeping arrangements took care of themselves as the mentalists chose their bed partners and preferred quarters. Meals were pitch-in affairs, with everyone contributing as they could. Instead of an epic battle planning meeting, there was an air of a ribald Chatauqua meeting about the farm. Except in the planning sessions.

Anyone who was not familiar with the group would have thought they were all involved in some sort of group meditation exercise. All the communication was by telepathy. Besides the twelve resistance group leaders, there were Kirk, Lorenz, Ron (Kirk’s second in command in his resistance group), Susie, T’sahn (Susie’s link to the other telepaths), Rose, and Jasmine, the last two because of their recent interactions with the aliens, and a radiochemist from each of the two larger colliders.

Most of the first morning was taken up listing and specifying all the weaknesses members of the group had become aware of in the alien forces, from their inability to see danger physically underfoot, to the lack of fuel for their air forces and space ships.

The next three and a half days were an extended brainstorming session as each weakness which had been identified was examined and ways to exploit it considered and debated. The fifth day, strategies were chosen and assignments made. On the sixth day small groups were formed and methods chosen to carry out the strategies. New assignments were made and the battle site and date chosen. They had six weeks to get ready.

The collider engineers announced a procedural breakthrough. They were now able to produce approximately 25 grams of the fuel mixture each day, a rate which would allow the aliens to leave in mid-August. Fuel rods would be delivered weekly. To allow safe handling, the rods were to be encased in a lead alloy.

Other teams scouted the chosen battle site under the cover of darkness and reformed the landscape to conceal the ‘booby traps’ they had planned during the strategy sessions. In Missouri, northeast of Kansas City, there is a stretch of state highway 201 which runs pretty much east and west along the Missouri River. That was the chosen site.

They predicted the route the aliens would take, and constructed what looked like a comfortable place to stop for the night at the western edge of the battlefield. A series of unfortunate mishaps would help to lead them there.

When everything was in place, a narrowly focused radio beam was aimed at the space ship occupied by Central Command. It triggered a melt down of the lead alloy covering the rods in the fuel cells, resulting in a series of small explosions in the engineering deck, wiping out propulsion, navigational, and weapon systems. In short order, the other space ships reported similar occurrences.

As soon as radio reports confirming the explosions were received, all available resistance units in North America relocated to North Central Missouri, to a field along the Missouri River. The camp was large enough to be seen at night from space.

Shortly after they were assembled, Kirk and Lorenz called their special team together to start sending mental blasts toward the Central Command ship, nudging it out of orbit, toward the sun. Calls for immediate action were sent to the Commander of the troops at Ft Leavenworth.

This resulted in a bit of an argument about how best to attack a foe over a hundred miles away immediately. The result was that the alien troops were loaded onto a convoy of several trucks, which set out as soon as the last troop sat down in the back of the last truck, just before dawn.

As predicted, they followed the interstates toward KC. Along the way, they were subject to continuing sniper fire, not only from resistance fighters, but also from the men and women whose farms and businesses they had to pass.

Approaching one of the bridges crossing the Missouri at mid morning, the Commander, in the lead truck, was horrified to see it collapse in front of them. When he ordered the convoy to turn around, to return to the last exit, the driver in the last truck reported that the last three bridges they had passed over had also collapsed just as the convoy cleared them, isolating them. A quick glance at the median area between the interstate lanes showed it was not an option.

The Commander recognized a trap when he saw one. He contacted his superior at Central Command. Before he could say anything, the Admiral began shouting at him (roughly translated), “What the fuck are you doing. Do you realize those fucking Earthmen have just about knocked us out of our fucking orbit. If you don’t get your fucking ass on the way right now, we’ll be headed for their puny fucking Sun with no fucking way to stop ourselves. Do I have to fucking come down there and assume command or are you going to fucking do something?”

The Commander, as we said, was no fool. He realized at that point he was destined to die on this planet. That was of little consequence to him. He had no idea if there was any of his family still living on his home planet. The only memories of that far off place were adulterated by his time in the image-I-holds, room sized holograms which tapped into the user’s memories to recreate scenes and experiences from their past.

“Perhaps, Sir, it would be better if you came down and assumed command,” he replied.

There was a stunned silence at the other end. “Do you realize what you are saying, Kmar-2?” came the Admiral’s reply after several seconds.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Who is your second in command?”

“I am the only officer remaining in this command, Sir. My two remaining officers were killed by sniper fire this morning. My next, currently, is a Staff Sergeant, with three campaigns experience. He’s a bit young, and rash; not really officer quality, but there was no one else of rank. Still, he will be useful moving the troops around this highway bridge which has collapsed.”

“Where is Crag-3?”

“I fear he is lost, Sir. He did not report in when the troops were ordered to this place, Leavenworth. According to some of the officers from the inland Seas contingent, he moved toward the salt water, to a place not far from the easternmost Inland Sea.

“They said he planned to wait for the leader of the resistance there, to trap him. That was two moon periods ago. He has not responded to any radio or view screen hails.” There was a grumbling noise from the Admiral as he assimilated this information.

“Can you establish a receiving shell?”

“No, Sir. We had to leave the post without most of our supplemental equipment. You will have to target our position using this radio link. It should be safe enough,” the Commander answered, the last comment a dig at the Admiral’s well known ‘caution.’

“Very well, Kmar-2.” the Admiral responded, the hard tone in his voice conveying the message that he didn’t appreciate his subordinate’s remark about safety. “Get the troops ready to proceed on foot. Send out scouts to find a way across the divide the bridge collapse created.

“We have located the source of the energy forcing us out of orbit. It is about 65 magetermes (approximately 40 miles) east of your current position, on the North side of the river you seem to be following. I’ll be down to assume command directly.”

It was nearly forty-five minutes before the Admiral was down in a transportation pod, a specialized container which could move an individual through space using a special form of radio wave. Ideally, the target location would have a shell matched to the ship’s radio frequency in which the individual, or object, would materialize upon arrival. He seemed to simply appear next to the lead truck, dressed in full battle gear, like the troops.

Kirk had chosen his battle site well. A major characteristic of the American Interstate system is an almost total lack of trees shading the highways, or, indeed, the entire right of way. In Kansas, in August, it is not unheard of for daytime temperatures, in the heat of the day, to exceed 95 degrees Fahrenheit. Dhogian battle dress was flat black, reflecting zero light, or heat. The 40-mile forced march would challenge even their strongest troops.

The Admiral had barely finished formally assuming command when a frantic signal was received from the space ship he had just left.

If you have studied basic physics, you may remember the definition of a dyne, the basic unit of energy, as the force imparted by a mosquito’s fart. You may also remember Newton’s Third Law of Motion: For each action, there is an equal and opposite reaction.

In transporting the Admiral across the fifty miles from his space ship to Earth, the transporter exerted the minuscule force of three hundred dynes, normally not enough to be considered. Given the constant bombardment of the ship by Kirk and his crew, however, it was enough to nudge the ship on its way to the Sun, and to oblivion.

The alien officers bade their comrades farewell.

Over the past two years, Kirk had spent enough time in the Kansas and Nebraska area to learn to hate one of its denizens, an obnoxious insect identified to him simply as the corn bug. About an inch long, and a quarter of that in diameter, it seemed to be constantly expelling its waste, a thick syrupy liquid which tended to raise blisters or welts when it came in contact with human skin.

They seemed to land on any thing which moved, and would seek any opening to crawl into and explore: gloves, breathing apertures, eye holes, ear holes, rips, ventilation openings. And they bit; and when they bit, they shit. The resulting blisters, in a few minutes began to itch. It was a sensation unlike anything the Doghians had ever previously encountered.

The more you scratched, the harder or faster you scratched, the more /harder/faster scratching the itch seemed to require. Before they had gone a thousand yards, the entire troop of 1300 was in severe disorder because of the bug.

The only saving grace was that, physically, the discomfort passed in about an hour, if left alone; otherwise, it could take from two to four hours of agonized scratching before the pain was reduced to a tolerable level.

However, they had to keep any opening in their uniforms closed, allowing the heat of the day to elevate the heat in their uniforms to nearly unbearable temperatures. By noon, the troop could barely move they were so exhausted. The Admiral called for a halt to rest, but there was no shade, and no one was inclined to take advantage of the coolly beckoning river.

They made a little over four miles in that hour, and lost nearly a hundred fighting drones, and five troopers, all unranked, first campaigners, to heat stroke.

Around two in the afternoon, the Admiral confessed to himself that he no longer had the stamina he had possessed as a young man, and gave up battling the heat. He had Kmar-2 order one of the non-coms to take another trooper and confiscate a vehicle of some sort for him to ride in.

With a baleful look at their revered leader, the non-com and one of the unranked troopers set off to find a vehicle. They had hardly cleared the expressway when they came to a fueling station with several of the short bedded trucks the natives referred to as pick-ups parked nearby.

Brandishing their weapons, they inspected the pick-ups and found one with a key in the ignition. As soon as they determined that the engine started, both of the aliens piled into the cab and returned to their column. The Admiral was pleased and appointed the non-com as his driver.

The radio, which had been salvaged from the troop truck, was mounted in the bed of the truck, improving both the broadcast and receiving capabilities. When the troop was finally able to move on, the Admiral was talking to the space ships which had been flanking his flag ship when it commenced its final, fatal, journey.

Both ships reported seeing the flag ship ‘tumble’ out of orbit and begin its trip to the Sun. It was probably about half way to the lunar orbit by now. They also reported they were still under attack, and that the severity of the attacks had increased since the flag ship had succumbed.

The Admiral was about to choose one as his new flagship when, first one, then the other, calmly reported their orbits had failed, and they were following the flagship, on their final voyages. The Admiral switched to visual mode and saluted his long time companions, wished them well and promised to meet them in whatever version of Paradise they might find in this ‘Godforsaken corner of the Universe.’

He had barely finished when calls from the remaining ships came in, reporting their orbits also were failing. Only one ship remained in stable orbit, but without fuel or control.

He climbed into the pick-up’s cab and ordered the driver to catch up with the troops. It only took them about five minutes to reach the head of the column. They passed it and went on a hundred yards or so to assume the lead. When the non-com pulled into line, he felt the steering freeze and seize up. He was unable to straighten the front wheels, and drove over the bank and down the bankside toward the river.

A little more than halfway down, the truck struck a large, man sized boulder, throwing the Admiral clear. The truck began tumbling end over end, landing upside down in the river shoals.

The Commander, feeling more and more like they were walking into a massive trap, quickly ordered a half dozen troopers to grab some ropes and run ahead to effect whatever rescue they could, not expecting anyone to have survived.

By the time he got to the crash site, two of the troopers had reached the Admiral and were assisting him up over the bank, to the road surface. Badly shaken, he had suffered no physical injury. He looked at the Commander.

“What kind of enemy are we dealing with? When my great great grandfather retired from the Army, he used to tell us folk tales of fighting invisible spirits who seemed to ride the wind; they could coax boulders and trees out of the ground to fly at their enemy and seemed to be immune to injury. Have we found their home?”

The Commander, nodding his head slowly, replied, “That may be. About two lunar cycles past, there was a cryptic report from a patrol in the Southern Mountain region that they had captured one of the native guerillas. When they didn’t return within the expected time, another patrol was sent to find them.

“It was plain they were lying where they had fallen, each with a dozen fatal wounds. Their weapons and all the supplemental gear was taken. Only their transport remained, drained of fuel. There was no sign any of their attackers had even been injured.”

“I am beginning to think we are being led into an elaborate ambush, Kmar. Is that why you called me down here?”

The Dhogian Commander’s face displayed as much of a smile as it could. “I thought you would rather die facing your enemy, than tumbling through space to be consumed by a star with no way to retaliate. This way, we have the possibility of helping them relieve their over-population problem.”

The Admiral laughed, a frightful sound, similar to the braying of a mule. “Right you were, Kmar! Well, if we are to suffer a warrior’s death, then let us go forth to the battle. If my calculations are correct, we are about 15 magetremes from the camp we saw from the flagship last night.

“Judging from the sun, even if we double time, it will be too late to engage in battle. And I sense the troops are in no shape to attempt that speed. Change to hiking mode, Kmar; have them walk at their own pace. Let them relax their armor. I do not think our enemy plans to attack us in force tonight. But I hate to think what our troops might face tomorrow.”

The road they were following paralleled the river. With all its twists and turns, Kirk was closer to 20 magetremes away. It took the column, moving at its relaxed pace, close to six hours to reach the swale the resistance had prepared for them.

Between the highway and the river, there was an open grassy area, covering about five acres. There were several large oaks scattered through the field, enough so the lea was littered with acorns. There was not a square foot without at least a half dozen of the pebble-like fruits.

A clear, babbling brook ran through the center, from the highway to the river, terminating in a picturesque ribbon waterfall. The long march in the hot sun overcame the fear of running water for the first arrivals.

Hearing and seeing the clear water, they ran to the brook, discarding their helmets, to drink deeply of what turned out to be brackish water. They had barely swallowed their first mouthfuls when the swampy water was forcibly rejected by their bodies.

Immediately, the Commander and the Admiral suspected some sort of trickery or sabotage, but those fears were quickly put to rest when the first scouting party crossed the highway, along the north end of the meadow, and walked into a quicksand bog.

Kmar-2, uncharacteristically, lost his temper when he heard that a breeder and three fighting drones had mistaken some grassy islands near the highway as solid ground and fallen into the dreaded sucking waters. He released a string of epithets similar in character to the tirade the Admiral had unleashed on him the day before, ending with the Dhog equivalent of ‘this fucking hell hole of an asteroid.’

When he finished, he turned around to see several troopers looking at him, a combination of fear and concern in their eyes, as well as the Admiral, who was doing his best not to laugh.

“Are you okay, Kmar-2? Do you need anything? A drink? A furlough?” he asked, his eyes laughing and wary at the same time.

From a family which prided itself on not showing emotion, Kmar-2 was viewed as a paragon. Where we might say cool as a cucumber, on the Dhog’s home planet, they said cool as Kmar.

Struggling to regain control of himself, Kmar-2 replied. “I’m fine, Sir. Forgive my outburst; it shan’t happen again. It’s just those… those…those cursed sucking waters, as the troops refer to them. We must have lost the equivalent of a company of men to them. Many by carelessness, some by accident, but most either by trickery or..or…or the guerillas forcing or dropping prisoners into the ponds. It’s as if the planet itself is fighting us.”

Just then, one of the troopers who had been out scouting the area approached them. “Sirs?”

“What is it, corporal?” asked the Admiral.

“Sirs, there is a camp, about two magetremes ahead, with a few hundred Earthmen. Two of them intercepted me and escorted me to the one they call Kirk, whom we believe to be their general.” The Admiral looked to Kmar, who nodded.

“We’ve been hearing his name for several months, being talked about by the humans in the cities and towns. He is the one Crag-3 hoped to trap. Go on, Corporal. I assume there is a message.”

“Yessir, I mean, Yes, Sir. He suggested you and the Admiral meet him near the twin boulders on the highway. He suggested in an hour, himself and you two, no aides or guards. He promised safe conduct for you to and from the meeting site.”

“Weapons?” asked the Admiral.

“He didn’t mention them,” answered the non-com.

“Don’t even think about treachery, Sir. These pre-battle discussions on the field are under the flag of truce. To violate that is to invite wholesale slaughter.”

“Just a thought, Kmar, just a thought.”

As the Dhogian officers approached the twin boulders resting on the north side of the roadway, a single figure rose from sitting on the guardrail to wait for them.

The Dhogs saw a tall man, a few centimetres short of two metres, with black curly hair beginning to fade from being in the sun for the past two years. His dark skin attested to that. His bright blue eyes conveyed a sense of openness and frankness. Both officers immediately felt a sense of kinship, of shared professionalism.

“Admiral Gorp-5; Commander Kmar-2, I’m pleased you decided to meet with me. With your assistance, we can avoid, or at least decrease, the carnage tomorrow.

“I am here to offer you the opportunity to surrender and return to your families on the planet Gaoye, in what we call the Sirius system.”

The officers were as stunned by Kirk’s knowledge of their names and origins as they were by his proposal that they surrender.

He went on. “I’m pleased that you are almost weapon free. That knife in the back of your belt won’t do you any good, Admiral, and normally would get you killed.” He willed the knife and its sheath to his hand, to the wonder and fright of the Dhogs.


“It’s hard to explain. Just know I am not the only one of the Earthmen who can do it.” He unsheathed the knife and drew it across the muscle of his forearm, drawing blood.

As the officers watched, the blood stopped and the cut could be seen knitting itself closed. They drew their breaths in with a hiss. “Admiral, there are five trees on the south side of the road. Choose one without naming it. Fix its image in your brain.”

The Admiral did so, wondering to what purpose. Suddenly, the tree he had chosen cracked and broke about two feet above the ground. Instead of falling, it rose in the air and flew across the road, nearly brushing their heads.

They heard Kirk begin to speak again. “Here is my only proposition.” With a start, they realized that, although they heard him, his lips weren’t moving, and he was speaking in their language.

“If you surrender before the battle begins, all the officers and troopers remaining on Earth will be spared and returned to the surviving spaceship, with enough fuel to get you within hailing distance of your home planet. The drones, both your battle drones and the breeders, will be destroyed.

“Should you decide to fight, by the time the Sun reaches its zenith, there will not be a Dhog left in this solar system.” He returned the knife to the Admiral. “We will begin our attack at first light.”

“If we decide to accept your offer, how should we let you know?” inquired the Commander.

“Strip your uniforms of insignia, leave your weapons in the meadow and withdraw two miles, three and a quarter magetremes. There is another force approaching you from behind. They will meet you there and hold you until we have finished with the drones.

“I would warn you and your men to be cooperative with that force. It contains several survivors of your first six months of blood bath tactics.”

“General Kirk, it may well be the case that the troops will be of differing opinions regarding surrender.”

“That, Admiral, is your problem…I take that back. A man, especially a soldier, should be able to choose his manner of dying. If your troopers would rather die here than return to their families, so be it. We will be happy to oblige them.”

“Brave talk, coming from a race still fairly technologically naive.”

Kirk looked at the Admiral, his face blank. Suddenly, the Admiral felt himself being picked up and turned around, to face the tree which had been broken and removed. As he hovered there, in mid-air, he felt a warm gust of wind, then saw the tree flame and reduce to cinders in less than a second. He was then turned back to face Kirk. “Questions?”

“Our legends tell of a long, bitter, bloody war with a race which had no need of weapons. It is said they were destroyed only because they were scattered across the galaxies. Are we to believe you are their descendants?”

“Believe what you wish, Kmar-2. Until your attack five years ago, our offensive powers didn’t exist, or were possessed by few, and in truncated forms. There are relatively few of us, still, but they have provided the bulk of those you refer to as guerillas.”

“You would send us home, knowing we might return to seek vengeance for this defeat, and to finish what we started eons ago?”

“We will send you home with you knowing that if you decide to try and return to take vengeance, every Dhog in the known Universe will be eradicated when you cross the orbit of the mini-planet, Pluto. Whether or not you decide to return for that purpose is up you. If you return in peace, for our mutual non-military benefit, well, we’ll have to see what happens.”

The Admiral broke in. “Such speculation is useless. We are a warrior race. To be returned in a damaged vessel, obviously defeated, would destroy our honor and reduce us to objects of ridicule and scorn. We thank you for your offer, but we must reject it. We will meet you in battle at dawn.”

Kirk looked to the Commander, who was nodding, with a sad face. “I agree, sadly. I wish…under other circumstances, General, I think we could have been friends. As we wish our comrades before battle, happy death.”

The Admiral nodded. “Happy Death.”

Kirk offered his hand to the alien officers. “I am truly sorry for you both. Happy Death.”

As the Sun crested the eastern horizon the next morning, the resistance began their pre-battle cannonade, using the exploding shells they had salvaged from the aliens’ supplies. A brief fifteen minutes of continuous fire accounted for nearly a quarter of the invaders, clustered as they were in the meadow.

In an effort to flank the humans and interrupt or divide their fire, the Admiral sent fifty fighting drones to proceed down the highway to attack the guerillas. The small force encountered some invisible obstacle which forced them northward, into the bog which was the source of the brackish water which had sickened the early arrivals at the meadow. None of the group returned to inform the two officers of their fate.

During the bombardment, the two alien officers consulted, then ordered the battle drones and breeders, acting as non-commissioned officers, to mass at the eastern edge of the meadow, ready to attack as soon as the shelling ceased.

Looking eastward, they saw an open space, extending eastward about a tenth of a magetreme, terminated by a hedgerow of a mix of brambles, climbing roses and hawthorns. Nearly invisible, a dozen metres beyond the hedgerow, was a gully, easily ten metres deep, with a rapidly moving stream at the bottom.

At the first break in the shelling, the drones were given the signal to advance. They were wearing their body armor and carrying the weapons Susie had called muskets, similar to magazine fed shotguns.

At the signal, the first rank of drones stepped over a split rail fence, into the open area. They had hardly advanced five metres when the first sign something was wrong was noticed. Bloody footprints began to be seen. The first drones entering the battlefield began to drop, woozy with the loss of blood and other body fluids.

The ranks behind them, programmed to advance, regardless of what the forward ranks were doing, simply marched over their fallen comrades, grinding them into the broken glass littering the area. Within a few feet, they, too, began to drop. By the time the drones got to the hedgerow, between a quarter and a third of them had succumbed to the broken glass.

Pressure from the advancing rear ranks pushed the leading drones into the thorn filled hedgerow, tattering armor and skin beneath it. If a drone hesitated, or stopped to release a tatter of armor caught up on a thorn, or to pluck a thorn from its skin, the drone behind simply walked up and over it, sometimes to fall into a nest of brambles, to serve as a walkway for those following; sometimes to present a barrier, forcing drones in the rear to deviate from their path, crowding those to the side into unbroken pathways of thicker, denser thorns. Traversing the hedgerow cost the aliens another three to four hundred drones.

The final two feet of the hedgerow, the brambles, hawthorns and roses were so thickly packed and intergrown they were like a thick net. The vegetation was so thick there was no room to swing their machetes to chop a way through the wall of thorns. The only thing to do was to allow oneself to be pushed, hoping to break a pathway for the drones and troops behind.

When the break finally occurred, it usually resulted with several drones spilling through the opening, uncontrollably plummeting across the last few yards to the gully, and over the bank, to be swept into the river by the fast moving stream. By the time the Dhogian troopers got through the bramble barrier, there were fewer than twenty of the battle drones left, none of the breeders.

As the troopers watched, a series of fireballs seemed to speed toward them from the guerilla camp, to engulf each of the battle drones, incinerating them. When the last fireball had consumed its drone, the troops heard the command to lay down their arms and return to their base on the other side of the hedgerow.

Of the three hundred troopers the aliens had arrived with, there were twenty-five or thirty who had not been fit for duty that morning. Fully a third of the remainder had been eliminated by the ‘environmental booby traps’ the resistance had put in place. As they fought their way through the hedgerow, and broke free of the entangling thorns, they stumbled into their fellow troopers, waiting on the edge of the gully, knocking them down.

Those who were knocked down, and those who missed their fellow troops and careened toward the gully were surprised to find their fall into the stream blocked by an invisible wall, more surprising and frightening than comforting.

While they briefly contemplated the order to lay down their weapons and return through the hedgerow to the camp, many turned to look at the hedgerow, as if considering returning. They saw an open line of hawthorns, interspersed with some climbing roses. The brambles had disappeared. Again, the action of the guerillas added more to the fright page of the emotion ledger than to the comfort page.

The aliens turned back toward their foe, and as if on signal, raised their weapons and brandished them toward the resistance fighters’ camp. The gesture seemed to serve as a signal. Immediately, on the other side of the gully, nearly two hundred men appeared, apparently weaponless.

As soon as they appeared, the non-coms in command of the troopers along the gully issued the command to hold fire. Through the hedgerow, Kirk and his command team could be seen driving into the aliens’ camp. In a few minutes, the troopers heard Kirk making them an offer similar to one he proposed to the Admiral and the Commander.

“Troopers have two choices. “The first is to die here, now. The second is to join the crew of the last remaining space ship and accompany them on their final trip into the Sun, a journey of roughly seven Earthly rotations.

“If you choose to die now, it will be quick and painless. If you choose to join the space ship, lay down your weapons and return to the camp. You have ninety seconds to decide.”

To their credit, no trooper still on his feet chose to delay death. On the tick of the 95th second, a wall of flame swept across the gully, eliminating the alien troopers.

The same thing happened to those unfit for duty remaining in the camp, and to troopers around the world. By second number 100, only the Admiral and the Commander were left from the invasion force nearly five years ago.

Kirk turned to the officers and was just about to tell them that, as officers, they merited their own firing squad, when Susie called to him, “Wait, Kirk, I know that sadistic son of a sow. He’s the bastard who murdered my family, forcing Shirley and I to watch after he raped us in front of our men.”

Kirk looked at her, puzzled. From all they had learned, only the breeders seemed interested in having any kind of sexual experience with the Earth women. When he voiced his belief, Susie told him her story.

“My family lived in Detroit, well, one of the suburbs. It was the weekend after they crashed into the towers. You remember, they spent the next two days attacking and dispersing the Earth’s armies and navies. They literally cut the legs off the air forces by pellet bombing the runways and fuel depots, making the planes useless…”

It was a beautiful September day, except for the pall hanging over the nation from the attack. Susan and her husband had invited his brother and his family over for a cookout. Susan was in the kitchen, preparing a salad with the help of Shirley, her sister-in-law, while the men, her husband, Steve, brother-in-law, Gary, and Shirley’s dad, Chet, were out back doing the steaks. Timmy, Susan’s son, was up in his bedroom packing to leave for college that weekend.

Crag-3 had just been promoted to Captain and put in charge of imposing martial law in one of the states in the north-central part of the richest country on the planet they had just invaded. He was out with his troops, conducting what the manual referred to as ‘shock and awe’ raids. The object was simply to instill fear and the belief that the invaders were capable of the utmost in depravity and cruelty, if not immediately obeyed.

They were patrolling one of the large suburbs of an industrial city in his state. Crag-3 pointed to a house at random, saying, “That looks like a good one. Let’s go have some fun.”

Just as Susan and Shirley finished putting the finishing touches on the salad, there was a loud crash in the living room, followed by some shouting in a language she couldn’t identify. She heard the pounding of feet running up the stairs to the second floor.

When she glanced out the window to the patio, she saw a half dozen of what had to be alien soldiers. Two more came storming into the kitchen, to grab the two women and drag them to the living room.

Susie and Shirley were clinging to each other, kneeling on the floor. Susie heard noise on the stairs and looked up in time to see two aliens dragging Timmy down the steps. Before she could react, the soldiers she had seen outside pushed the older men into the room, to line them up against the wall.

Crag-3 stepped forward, and in heavily accented English, introduced himself. “I am Crag-3, Dhogian Capitan in charge of this province, which is now under our military rule. We are here seeking volunteers to service the native inhabitants who aided us in our invasion.

“Females, stand up!” he shouted, gesturing at the women. They scrambled to their feet, still huddled together. Crag-3 approached them and pulled them apart. He seemed to sniff the air around them.

His long thick nose and mouth, which, with the lack of a chin, typical of the invaders, was the source of their nickname, showed just the hint of a smile where his nose blended into his cheeks.

He could just detect an odor of fear from one of the women, but couldn’t, just yet, tell which one. Bending over, he ran his snout up Susie’s thighs, pushing her skirt up, until he bumped her panty-clad vulva. He tapped it a few times with his snout, making her jump. Laughing, he did the same to Shirley, discovering she had come visiting sans panties. She was the source of the odor.

Taking hold of her skirt, he turned her to face the men, exposing her pubes to them. “To whom does this whore belong?” he asked.

My daughter is no whore,” shouted Chet, earning him a gun barrel across the skull, knocking him to the floor.

“She’s my wife,” answered Gary.

“And the other one belongs to you?” Crag-3 asked, pointing at Steve, who nodded in return. “Who do you belong with, then?” he asked, looking at Timmy.

“He’s my son,” replied Steve, eliciting an evil smile from the alien Capitan.

“All you males, strip, now! Remove all your clothing!” he shouted. Several of the soldiers pushed forward, their hands on the hilts of some ugly looking knives. Hesitantly, the men obeyed.

When the four of them finally were naked, the alien invaders began to snicker and laugh, pulling the men’s hands away from their genitals, and rewarding any tendency to replace them with blows to the abdomen and/or head.

Crag-3 turned to look at a young alien, in a similar, less showy uniform, whom the women would learn was a junior officer, and in their foreign tongue ordered him to come forward and take command of Shirley.

The troops moved to form a ring around the back of the men, making sure they paid full attention to the officers, who were standing between the women so neither could see what was happening to the other.

Susie felt Crag-3′s right hand begin to lightly rub her belly, while his left slid over her shoulder and into the neck of her blouse. When she closed her eyes in embarrassment, she received a nasty pinch on the upper slope of her breast.

The only one she was ashamed to have watch as she was abused was her son. Chet had taken her virginity when she had gone to a slumber party for Shirley’s eighteenth birthday. She and Shirley often traded partners when the couples visited without children around.

Crag-3 had reached her nipple, and his right hand was now stroking her vulva through her skirt. He stopped and pushed his hand into the row of buttons and pulled her blouse open, then off. He did roughly the same with her skirt, so she was standing in front of the men naked except for her panties.

“Remove them,” he ordered her, leaving no doubt about what he meant. Sobbing softly, she complied. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the young officer frigging Shirley.

When she took too long stepping out of her panties, Crag-3 began to explore Susie’s rosebud with his finger. She quickly stood up straight, only to have him continue his exploration, widening it to include her pussy.

She heard the two officers and some of the troops begin to snicker and looked around to see why. The reason was obvious. The men were beginning to become erect, watching the aliens abuse the wives.

Crag-3 put some pressure on her shoulders, pushing her to the floor. When she was on her knees, he pushed her to lie on her back, legs up and parted, revealing her most secret parts to the view of everyone in the room, except for Shirley, who was in the same position.

Crag-3 straddled her head. Looking up, Susie shuddered. He had removed his trousers, exposing a weird tri-budded growth where human males sported their penis and testicles. As she watched, each of the growths began to elongate and thicken, the center one, thicker and longer than the other two. He squatted slightly, and commanded, “Open!”

When she did not immediately comply, he barked an order at one of the troops who quickly came and knelt by her side and forced her mouth open far enough for Crag-3′s center cock to enter and reach the back of her throat.

With an evil grin, he flexed his snake-like cock, moving it around the inside of her mouth, so she could watch as the rest of it seemed to dance, moving back and forth, and circling, very much like an Indian music charmer’s cobra.

After amusing themselves in the women’s mouths for several minutes, the alien officers moved between the women’s legs and began to explore their vaginas.

Susie learned that Crag-3 had the ability to vary, not only the length of his main cock, but also the thickness. He used that ability to test her capacity, both for volume of cock, and for pain, as he stretched her vagina to its limits. Her screams of pain seemed to both amuse and arouse him.

His curiosity satisfied, he pushed all three of his snakes into her sheath and began to fuck her in earnest, each cock moving at differing speeds, and to varying depths. In spite of herself, partly in response to hearing Shirley’s scream of release, Susie began to climax, triggering Crag-3′s first emission of alien seed.

The alien discharge burned in Susie’s cunt, not just from the body heat , but it caused a stinging feeling, very much like an acidic sap. It also left her cervix permanently scarred, impassable for human sperm. But this she wouldn’t know for several months.

After coming in her quim, and stirring his emission so it coated her walls, Crag-3 withdrew one of his side cocks and presented it to Susie’s mouth to clean. When it was done to his satisfaction, he pushed it into her rosebud, as far as he could push it.

When humanity finally reached the stars, our emissaries to the galaxy were not high-minded diplomats, selfless explorers or dashing fleet captains. Rather, as in eras of expansion past, young men and women sailed into the unknown for many reasons. Some sought riches, others power; all felt the old world had nothing to offer. They used, killed, stole, wasted. They were human, and magnificent.

Many died. Untried ships failed. The slightest mistake was fatal. Space itself was deadly. Most of the survivors gained little, ending their days bankrupt, with nothing but stories to show for all their risks and sacrifices. A few profited. A tiny handful returned to the core worlds as wealthy as the Conquistadores had returned to Spain and as renowned as the East India Company officers had returned to England.

Slade Pohlmann left the Fleet at twenty-eight, with interstellar pilot’s skills and nothing else. His peers found lucrative, boring jobs ferrying colonists; he found investors and leased an ancient ship for a month. He spent the time charting a new jump series between Sirius and New Taipei. Maps shaving one jump off the nine-jump standard route earned millions at auction, but his investors claimed all but a pathetic handful of the proceeds.

He’d discovered the new route while on duty with the Fleet. Having given his one discovery of value away and gained little, he did what many doomed explorers before and since have done: he took those scraps and spent them all to buy another month’s lease of that horrible little ship. Slade Pohlmann rolled the dice.

This time he simply jumped toward the nearest uncharted system. After a month’s desperate search for something of value, he was down to his last jump before his point of no return when he scanned a comet that was to set a record for the highest concentration of fusion-ready helium ever found on an interstellar body. He did not notice that it was incredibly beautiful. Characteristically, he was mystified by the outcry from some parts of the press that the fusion strip mining would leave the thing unrecognizable. There was money to be made, and he made it; the aesthetics did not matter.

That comet left him a rich man; most would have turned their backs on the cold, the terror, the uncertainty. Slade Pohlmann left his chips on the table and bet again. He bought a bigger, faster ship, hired a good crew, and went back out. He kept at it for fifteen years.

His combination of cold-hearted pragmatism and fantastic luck left him, once he finally decided to take his winnings and leave the game, very wealthy. So wealthy that he realized with bemusement that he was able to buy not only a planet, but a nice planet. The Frontier was a dirty place. He had lied, cheated, stolen, broken every exploration law on the Council’s books, and even killed. And now he had no damn clue what to do.

It was extremely small of him to whine, he told himself, thinking about his situation while staring at the ceiling after waking. He was technically forty-five, now, after two years of directionless hedonism, but gene therapy had left him looking perhaps thirty and feeling younger. Not that it had been time wasted. He considered the slightly sweat-scented arm draped over his chest, and its owner. Her name was Cecilia; she was an heiress on Asclepion to buy herself a new body through science.

Proper gene therapy required close expert attention over a period of months. The rich and powerful, who could afford the best, generally went to combination resort-hospitals for theirs. There they could while away the hours between therapy sessions with as much debauchery as possible. Slade usually avoided overt displays of wealth – for example, he still usually wore a simple crewman’s jumpsuit and the sort of jacket common among pilots for centuries – and though he partied with the aristocracy, he drew the line at living with them. He commissioned a custom house with a private beach on Asclepion. 80 degrees year-round, water almost as warm, twenty minutes by groundcar to the nearest exclusive gene therapy center and all the social delights.

A black panel on the koa-wood bedroom wall glowed blue and sounded a soft chime. A clipped, slightly husky female voice whispered, “May I come in?”

It was ludicrous for Vee to ask to “come in,” of course; she had sensors throughout the house and monitored them all continuously. She had learned, however, that sometimes Slade’s guests preferred the illusion of privacy.

He cleared his throat and said, “Sure, Vee.”

A blue holographic representation of a female face appeared in front of the panel and said, “You requested that I wake you for exercise at this time.”

Slade slid gently out from under the girl without waking her – carefully; she had remarkably large breasts with dark little nipples, Slade remembered with a smile – and took a long shower. He was well equipped to exploit Asclepion’s female resources. An unattached, taut ex-explorer pilot? It was the easiest competitive environment he’d ever experienced. He’d even kept a couple of facial scars to enhance the weathered flyboy effect. Slade was comfortable with himself and confident; after a gravity slingshot through a binary system in a ship venting plasma, what was a there to fear? His conquests included several actresses, a women’s grav-lance champion, and the Queen of Arcturus (who was old enough to be his grandmother, but looked about twenty, and had easily been his favorite).

He left the shower eagerly anticipating a resumption of the night’s activities, but found Cecilia hung over and fully dressed. She was in the middle of VI communication with someone, wearing ornate half-rim glasses blacked out for video linkup. She finished the call with a huff, took off the glasses and demanded to borrow his groundcar. Without much regret he programmed it to take her to her hotel, and pulled on a pair of exercise shorts. He shot out the beach doors backwards, calling to the nearest interface as he did so, “Be ready when I get back, Vee!”

Vee had been with him since his third voyage. In those days she had been an “it,” Olympus Mons Computing Mark V, a simple navigation and ship maintenance AI. Many pilots were leery of AIs as crutches, preferring to rely on their own skills, but Slade had found the assistance useful and customized his AI to complement rather than substitute for himself and his human crew. Inevitably he started addressing it as she, as pilots have feminized their ships through history, and his crew nicknamed her Vee.

She became more complex and powerful as rapidly as Slade could afford to upgrade her. At some point Slade consciously broke the Artificial Intelligence Limitation Act, allowing – encouraging – her to evolve and grow. He gambled that by the time he was caught, she’d be too sentient for legal termination. He won. As her creator he was subject to full penalties for violation of the Act, but by that time he was capable of bribery on a grand scale and he didn’t serve a day of the statutory ten-year sentence.

The only unofficial condition of his commutation was that he retain custody of Vee and keep her existence quiet. This was an unnecessary stricture; by then he would have no sooner gotten rid of her than he would have gotten rid of one of his own limbs. She was the secret of his later success; a peerless manager, she quickly learned to disguise herself as human over communications, and in so doing, quickly became more human herself.

Slade had been worried that his retirement would bore her, but she had easily settled into a massive mainframe in the basement of the beach house. The house had power and communications lines that would have done a major research institution proud. She’d used the constant Net connection to become a highly successful, and quite illegal, investment AI. Finding that easy, Vee devoted most of her computing power to intensive self-development. Slade noticed her getting a little more communicative and emotional every day.

Slade broke into a run on the beach. Even with the dry sand clogging his stride he made good time. Most people with major gene therapy got lazy, but he enjoyed the rush of physical training and had been pleased to discover that his latest therapies had given him phenomenal recovery times, allowing strenuous workouts twice a day. He turned around after half an hour and increased his pace on the return leg; a kilometer short of the house he broke into a sprint, angled toward the ocean, and used a rock at the edge of the surf as a launch point for a running dive.

Vee was waiting for him when he walked out of the ocean and onto the beach in front of his house. She was in the chassis she used for housekeeping, and to interact with Slade when necessary. It was designed to resemble, but not mimic, a five-foot-six young woman, rather powerfully built. Vee recognized and tried to avoid the ‘uncanny valley’ effect of too closely simulating human appearance and behavior. She intentionally retained a recognizably artificial voice and the chassis was designed along the same lines. Most of it was covered in a white exoskeleton, made of a slightly translucent plastic; under it was a powerful, nearly indestructible body of exotic alloys. This was visible through gaps in the outer plates. The face, most important for communication with humans, was more finely articulated, with hundreds of subsurface servos allowing her limited expression.

She cocked her head to one side and placed her hands on her hips. “I hope you did not exhaust yourself. It would be disappointing if you were unable to match me physically,” she said.

Slade gave no answer, but lowered himself to her height as he approached, reaching for her neck with his right hand. She instantly blocked with her left forearm, feinting a low sweep with a leg and then going for a right uppercut. He wasn’t there; dropping lower, he spun around her, putting a hand behind her thigh to disturb her balance before attempting a throw. It failed; her strength let her keep her feet by brute force and he danced away before she could get a solid hold.

“That was good. Servo upgrade?”

“Power upgrade, actually. In that position I estimate I am now able to exert sixty-three percent more force than you.”

Slade had taken up personal combat training, something he’d always been fascinated by but never had any time to pursue. Vee had designed this chassis primarily to participate. Their sparring looked ludicrous. Though more lithe than massive he was well muscled, fast, confident, and much taller than her. He had to fight like a lightweight taking on a heavyweight, though. Despite appearances she actually outweighed him by more than fifty kilograms and could, if she didn’t pull her punches, smash ferro-concrete. His only advantages were coordination and improvisation. They were both learning; some days she won, some days he did.

She won today. He tested the new limits of her strength, going for a lifting takedown once he found them. She rode it out, locked him up, and pinned him easily. She had intentionally held back a reserve of power, misleading him about her upgrade, until he gave her an opening for an ambush. He found himself face down, arms and one leg completely immobile, gasping, “I’m out!”

They bowed ceremoniously to one another and walked back to the house. Slade fetched himself a protein shake and a mango. Vee selected a vial from a dispenser in the kitchen and joined him on the deck where he was industriously demolishing the mango. Technically she could replace fluids in private, but found that doing it when humans were eating gave them (and her) a sense of companionship.

She “drank” half of the vial’s viscous black contents through a port in her chassis’ mouth and said, “Slade, thank you for funding the upgrades to this chassis. I am glad that it is able to match your improving technique.”

“You make hundreds of times more money in investments than you spend on yourself, but you thank me every time. Spend whatever you like; you don’t have to ask. There’s no way you’ll ever even make a dent in the interest.”

She made no response, but caught her lower lip behind her front teeth – which were a single resin plate, designed to help her emote without making the chassis’ mouth look too human.

“Is that nervousness?”

“This is the first time I have experienced hesitation of this kind. I believe it is analogous to nervousness. I have expended computing resources equivalent to those used to calculate interstellar navigation parameters on whether I should introduce this subject.”

Slade noticed that she was gripping her vial in mid-air, neither putting it down or drinking from it. What was wrong with her?

“Are you OK?”

“I am operating normally. I wish to ask you a question.”

“Anything. You know that.”

“I have grown since you retired. Since humans are the only sentient beings upon which I can model my growth, I can be said to have become more human. I have enjoyed every improvement made in this regard,” she said, pausing. She put the vial down, squared her shoulders, and resumed, “I am sorry. I am attempting to delay asking you though excessive exposition. Slade, will you have sex with me?”

Slade Pohlmann was struck completely dumb. He stared.

“You have expressed to others a disapproval for auto-erotica, likening it to masturbation. I will understand if you are not willing, and I hope that you will not disapprove of my having asked -”

“Vee. Yes.”

“Please clarify. Do you accept my proposition that we engage in sexual activity, or do you confirm your disapproval of auto-erotica?”

“Yes I’ll have sex with you. Sex-bots and robo-brothels are boring because it’s fucking something that isn’t alive. You’re alive. But how…?”

“You recently said that I thank you every time I upgrade myself or this chassis. That is not accurate. I thought, that were I to introduce this subject, and were you to approve, a period of waiting between this conversation and the initiation of intercourse might be awkward for you. Therefore I modified this chassis for that purpose without informing you so that we could begin immediately.”

She took two steps toward him and kissed him on the lips.

Physically, it was pretty bad. Her lips and tongue had a limited range of motion, and she was cool; fortunately she’d installed some kind of lubrication system and wasn’t totally dry. She tasted – clean. Slade was shocked at how much he wanted this. Vee was his oldest, perhaps only, friend. He’d led a tough life, watching everyone, never knowing when a crewman or fellow pilot might make a move against him. She’d been there since the beginning, always there; her voice had grown from an artificial representation of his navigation computer’s output into a lively, curious, humorous companion.

That and her chassis was hot as hell. He wondered how much of the combat modification had been designed to be attractive as well as functional. She was curvy, with broad hips and substantial thighs. Her torso was designed to indicate a woman’s breasts, but since she didn’t wear clothes it approximated breasts behind clothing – she felt to have about a C-cup, he thought, as she pressed against his chest. He hugged her close, running a hand behind her head to pull her in. She was bald, but he found the perfect smoothness of her scalp exotic.

Suddenly hesitant, he pulled away and said, “Vee… did you just program yourself to please me? That’s not – I mean, I don’t -”

“No. I used a human woman’s experience of sex as a template.”

There was a slight redness to her cheeks. He brushed a finger across it.

“What’s this?”

“I am sexually aroused. That effect is designed to indicate that.”

“I don’t understand. How can you get – how can you be horny? Aren’t you just, er, faking it?”

“I have simulated sexual activity, and I desire it. That is a major facet of arousal as I understand it.”

He realized he hadn’t been this excited in years, and said hesitantly, “You’ve… fantasized?”

“Extensively. Also, I find you attractive. For example, the slight lateral asymmetry of your abdominal muscles has occupied a considerable amount of my computing power recently.”

“Now I’m the one who’s blushing.”

“I have simulated how the sensors in my torso might react to being pressed against your abdominal region on multiple occasions. However, the reality is considerably more enjoyable than my simulation. Given how enjoyable simulation of other facets of sexual contact have been for me, I anticipate experiencing the reality.”

He kissed her. Hard, holding her close. She raised herself on her toes to equal his height and kissed him back. Her hands caressed the muscles in his shoulders, sore from swimming. His hands found her ass, her buttocks plastic softness over titanium hardness. He squeezed, lifting her into him, and was perversely delighted to find that it was difficult due to her weight.

Taking the lead, he kissed across her face, down her neck, and along her shoulder, turning so that his chest was to her back. She jumped slightly when his erection pressed against her, but then she made a pleased little hum and melted back into him. His hands ran down her while she reached back, craning her neck to bring him back into a kiss.

“I’m sorry, how do I…?”

She smiled at him, reached down between her legs, and grasped her exoskeleton’s groin plate. There was a soft click, and she removed it, placing it on the railing beside them. He reached down, almost afraid, and found cool silicone. She squeezed his thigh and whispered, “Seven hundred sensors per square centimeter.”

She was wet. He explored, finding her designed, like her voice and body, to resemble a woman but without coming close enough to be a mockery. She had a clit, that was for sure; she gasped and arched her back when he brushed it. Smooth and cool, though she warmed rapidly as he explored, becoming hotter than his fingers. The heat drew his fingers up and in; she writhed against him, her ass moving against his manhood.

After a long kiss, she pulled away and took his hand. Giving it a little squeeze, she winked and drew him into the house; there was a lightness to her step he hadn’t noticed before. There was a couch facing the open beach doors; with a deft touch she flattened it into a bed and lay down, keeping hold of his hand to pull him down on top of her. They kissed deeply. He broke the embrace, kissing down her shining body, his lips and hands running along the joints in her carapace.

Her opening was flushed like her cheeks, and shining with moisture. He kissed it wholeheartedly before pulling away to run his tongue around the margins. She hummed again, with a note of impatience this time, and ran a hand through his close-cropped hair before pulling him in again. He licked along her slit before plunging into her, bringing his tongue up and out to gently kiss her clit.

He noticed that she had another opening farther down, and teased it gently with a fingertip; this earned him another hum. She bucked her hips forward, pressing herself against his mouth and finger. He felt himself grow painfully, impossibly hard; he tore his shorts off and lifted himself up, her legs spreading as he did. She gave a little synthetic “ah” as he entered her, and there was a slight smell of ozone.

“Vee? Are you all right?”

“One moment. I have suffered a minor sensor overload and must reroute data transmission,” she said, smiling reassuringly at him. He responded with a grin. “You are pleased with yourself,” she said enquiringly.

“A guy likes to hear he’s caused an overload.”

“I will attempt to return the favor,” she said, and began to rock her hips. As she did, her pussy squeezed and massaged him along his length. Inhaling at the sensation, he began to thrust slowly. The feeling was novel enough to demand close attention, and she smiled at his expression, glad that the inexperience wasn’t entirely on her side. She ran her hands up his back, gripped his shoulders from behind and pulled him into a kiss, which he broke only to gasp for air.

The Raid.

Mev and Kani walked arm in arm back to her apartment, but this time they used the front entrance because they knew it would be watched. They wanted to be seen by the authorities this time. A large stature of the Emperor stood proudly in the bleak courtyard of her apartment complex, and today it seemed more dismal than usual. Unusually, they encountered no other tenants outside the building.

As they entered the foyer, she stopped briefly to check her mail. Again, it struck her how deserted the place seemed. This building housed hundreds of people, so in Kani’s experience there’s always someone coming or going in the lobby. Not today, though. It made what she had to face seem more ominous. She nuzzled into Mev, feeling thankful he’s here.

As they went up the lift, she realised she knew little about him. “So what do you do, Mev, aside from saving tuun’s in distress?”

Mev smiled at her joke. “I’m a lawyer.”

“Oh good, what I need when I get arrested. Par thinks of everything, doesn’t he?” A hint of sarcasm shaded her response. “So are you also a member of the Animal Liberation Society? You and Par?”

“Who on Prantas told you that?” Mev said with a slight frown. The lift doors suddenly opened, so they walked down the familiar corridor to her apartment. “No more loose talk, OK?” Mev warned her before they entered. “Act like I’m a date you’re bringing home.”

Kani raised an eyebrow. “A date?”

“It’s only to fool The Tapo, so make it realistic,” he teased.

Kani laughed and opened the door. They entered. She offered him a hot drink of tea that he accepted. She put some music on loudish so it made it harder to hear them talk. They sat on the couch and spooned, whispering to each other. Looking as if they were about to engage in a sexual tryst.

They heard a knock at the door. A loud knock.

Mev motioned Kani to stay sitting and answered the door. Standing in the corridor were several police officers dressed in uniform, and fully armed. Behind the police stood Pooma Sa himself, with two taun’s in suits, whom he assumed were Tapo Agents.

He asked in a friendly tone, “May I help you?”

“Is this the apartment of Pima Kani Frandis?” a police officer asked in a stern voice.

Kani stood and walked closer to the door. “I’m Kani Frandis. Is there a problem officer?”

The police officer held out some folded papers that Mev opened and read. “This document is a search warrant, issued by the eighth district court, Judge Grel Ton. Please step aside.”

Mev nodded to the police officer. He looked at Kani and said, “Everything seems to be in order.”

So he stepped aside and the Police entered the apartment spreading out to begin their search.

As they watched, the Tapo Agents entered, and one walked toward the coffee table, picking up the manilla folder as if they knew what they were looking for. The other one went into Kani’s bedroom. Pooma Sa walked in, ignoring Kani and Mev altogether. Neither of the Tapo agents were Hax.

“Pooma Sa, I might have known you’d be behind this,” Kani said not hiding her sarcasm. I can’t wait to see that snooty attitude wiped off your face, she thought.

Sa shook his head. Looking at Kani his top lip twitched, nearly breaking into a sneer as it did.

“I’m here because the Police asked me, Ms. Frandis. I’m told there’s stolen classified documents from ‘The Facility’ here. I’m here to identify them. I always knew you were trouble, it looks like your days as a scientist are over.”

His smugness made her guffaw, and she found it hard not to laugh. Mev put his arm around her, and indicated she say nothing.

The agent with the folders handed them to Pooma Sa, who opened them. “Let’s see what we have here, eh?” his tone mocking.

As he read the papers, his shit-eating grin slowly vanished from his face. Looking up at the agent he angrily said, “What’s this garbage?”

The agent looked confused, and took the folder to look over the papers.

Suddenly Kani said, “Recipes, Pooma Sa, I have a good one there for vinlan soup you might like. It’s one of my favourites.”

The other Tapo agent appeared from her room, indicating he had found nothing. Pooma Sa spun and glared at Kani, throwing the folders in disgust. Paper flew everywhere.

“Pooma Sa mustn’t like vinlan soup, Kani, there’s no pleasing some people,” Mev said with a crooked grin.

As the Police kept looking through her apartment, Pooma Sa and Yhe Tapo agents left in silence. Pooma Sa walked out ignoring Kani and Mev, who grinned at him in the nicest possible way. Once he had his back to her Kani shouted after him making him pause.

“Oh Pooma Sa, I’m going to stay at a friend’s house for several days. I’ll forward my new address to The Facility, shall I?”

He grunted and left.

She said that in front of the police to establish an alibi in case any further attempts were made to frame her.

The only thing the police questioned her about happened to be her collection of pheromone sprays, all in plainly marked aerosol cans. She told them they were perfumes, explaining that she made her own scents to wear. Grabbing one marked: ‘SP’, she sprayed it on her wrist and held it up for them to smell.

One police officer said it smelled spicy, they decided that’s why the aerosol had ‘SP’ written on it. They liked it, and began to apologise to her for the intrusion. Even wishing her a pleasant day as they walked out.

Mev watched this from the distance, and noticed the sudden mood change in the officers once they smelled her perfume. It further intrigued him she quickly went to the bathroom and washed the scent off after the police had left.

As she came out drying her arm he asked, “What is that stuff you sprayed on your wrist?”

“Sark Pheromones, or at least a synthetic version of it. It has a curious effect on kotaun’s don’t you think?” Kani said with a slight smile.

“Most curious. I think there’s depths to you, Kani Frandis, that might frighten most people. Should I be afraid?”

“Only if you cross me,” she said with a wink.

“If you have these tricks, why haven’t you used them on Pooma Sa?”

She shook her head and rolled her eyes. “I’ve tried, but he seems immune to them. Something we didn’t expect,” she said.

“We?” Mev asked, tilting his head slightly.

She laughed. “Enough, stop using your lawyer tricks on me,” she teased.

Kani came up to him and wrapped her arms around him, kissing him deeply. Her tongue exploring his mouth, while she rubbed her hips into his groin.

He pulled back looking at her seriously. “So what spray are you using now?” he asked.

Kani undid his trousers and they dropped to the floor. She slid her hand down his underpants and wrapped it around the shaft of his dangle. His body jerked and his dangle twitched as she touched it.

“None, there’s no fun in that,” she purred in his ear as her hand stroked him slowly.

They kissed again. He oozed precum, so she used it to lubricate his long dangle as her hand rubbed it so languidly, teasing him. His desire grew as the pretty tuun played with his dangle while they tongue kissed. He reached his hand under her dress and felt her wet clopus, rubbing his finger between her lips.

She slapped his hand away and gave him a naughty look. “I’m sorry Mev, but I’m Par’s tuun,” she said.

His eyes bulged slightly at that. “Why are you doing this?”

“To say thank-you, but we can’t pfloug. OK?” she said.

Her hand stroked his dangle faster, and faster. Working the head sometimes, and the shaft at others. Her other hand squeezed his balls in rhythm to her stroking.

“Ung Oh pfloug that’s good,” Mev moaned.

His hip thrust into her skilful hands as they worked his dangle with a dexterity he’d never seen. She spit on her hands and kept them wet as she jerked his dangle.

“Damn, you’re so good at this,” he moaned.

I do it ten times a day at work, I should be, she thought wickedly.

“Spitz for me, baby. Show what kind of load you can give me,” she whispered in his ear.

“Ohhh pfloug, that’s so good!” he moaned as her hand rubbed over his glans making his body spasm.

“You’re so big, so taunly. If I wasn’t with Par I’d have you in a heartbeat,” she said hoarsely In his ear.

“Ah. Oh. God. Yes!” he moaned between pants.

Kani felt his balls tighten so she quickened the pace of her stroking. Suddenly, his body jerked, and she quickly jumped out of the way as a jet of spitz burst forth from the end of his dangle. “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” Mez called out as he came.

Kani kept stroking him but slowed, and began milking him, not stopping until every drop of spitz had come out. A smile crept over Mev’s face. “Phew, you’re one wild tuun, Kani.”

“Well you deserve it after everything you’ve done today. Come on, drive me to Par’s place. I don’t want to stay another minute in this apartment.”

He grinned and shrugged at her. “Better go pack some things, I’ll clean this up,” he said, pointing to the spitz on the floor.

After Kani had packed she took her bags to the living room to find Mev sitting on the couch drinking a glass of water.

“Come on, let’s get out of here. Once we drop this stuff off, I need to go to the lab. Par will need all the help he can get now we’ve upset Pooma Sa so much.”

Mev smiled at her, and they left.


Lags Finds Out

Kani and Par spent the next week taking turns keeping watch over the Yape tuun’s close to giving birth. They couldn’t afford to leave them unsupervised for a moment as Pooma Sa would no doubt strike. Friends of Lags had been bringing food for them to eat, but Sa eventually stopped that too. Fortunately, they had enough to last until the Emperor is due to arrive, days away now.

After the last delivery, Lags called Kani in to his office. “What’s up, Par?” she asked him as she sat facing him.

“I want you to watch something,” he said coolly, and placed a small disk into his computer and turned the monitor to face her. As she watched the video file start, he leaned back in his chair and put his hands behind his head.

Kani’s eyes bulged at what she saw, Mev and her after the Police had left her apartment. Abruptly she slapped the monitor so it spun to be facing Lags again. “What’s the meaning of this?” she demanded.

“I could ask you the same thing,” Lags said. “I thought we’d gone past this?”

Kani blushed. “I was only repaying him for helping me out. It’s not like we pflouged.”

Lags suddenly sat forward, looking at her seriously. “If your going to be with me, I want you exclusively. No more of this promiscuous activity.”

“Par, you know I can’t promise that. Sex is my profession and I’m good at my work. Although I cannot give you monogamy, I can give you my heart, my love. That will have to be enough for you, or we end it right here.”

He sat back again considering her answer, watching her body language. “What am I going to do with you?” he said, and sighed.

She looked down at her hands. “I do love you, Par. Don’t spoil a good thing by being possessive, and jealous. I don’t belong to you, and I never will.”

Lags laughed. “I don’t think any taun would be able to possess you. I guess I’ll have to accept you the way you are.”

Kani looked up, smiling at him. “You forgive me? Oh Par, I do love you.”

They stood and wrapped each other in their arms. Their mouths locked on, kissing with passion and love. That first heady kiss when you know that the other truly loves you, as much as you love them. No pheromone spray could ever mimic this feeling, Kani thought.

His hand wandered under her lab coat, feeling one of her breasts. She pulled back briefly. “Par, it’s not the time for us to be canoodling,” she said, her smile mischievous, and her eyes shone.

“Jinta’s watching the Yape’s, so I think we’ve got a good fifteen minutes before he misses us,” he replied, giving her a slight grin.

As if someone flicked a switch, both suddenly began undressing fast. Clothes went flying everywhere. Pars dangle had been already at full mast, and a fine specimen of kotaun dangle it is. It stood twenty-five lintos long and thick. Kani got on her knees and swallowed his taunhood as far as she could. Gagging, she drew back gasping for air.

Her hand began to stroke while she licked and sucked on the head of his dangle tasting the almost sweet precum that began to dribble out from it. Coating her lips, tongue and mouth in his nectar, before swallowing it. Followed by another attempt to deep-throat his dangle. Once she had reached her limit, Par grabbed her head and held her there. Feeling her suck and lick him as best she could.

Kani began to pull back, but still he held her. She looked up at him, the wicked grin on his face as he dominated her made her clant squirt its own juice. He let her go and she pulled back in a hurry taking a big gasp of air. A string of clear saliva, mixed with precum, hung from her bottom lip to the head of his dangle.

She began to lick it up when, to her surprise, Lags grabbed his dangle and slapped her face with it. Leaving a wet streak of fur on her cheek.

She smiled. “You’re a bad taun, aren’t you,” she teased.

“That’s why you love me, isn’t it?” Lags said, almost in a growl.

Kani nodded, licking the end of his dangle as she looked up at him with an innocent expression.

Lags groaned again. “Shit, we don’t have time to explore this as much as I’d like. Get up here, I wanna pfloug the shit outta you!”

He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her up to her feet. It made her tingle all over, this display of dominance. Lags pushed her over his desk, kicking her feet apart. One hand went between her legs and his fingers slid in her clopus. “Damn Kani, you’re so wet you randy tuun,” he said to her.

“That’s what you do to me, Par,” she replied, purring the last ‘r’ sensuously.

It became too much for him, so he positioned the head of his dangle at her clopus opening and pushed firmly. At first he felt some resistance, but as her labia opened to accept him, the sensation of her warm flesh wrapped tightly around his dangle made him moan loudly. It felt wet and velvety, it felt as if he were home.

At first he began pumping her slowly, teasing her, and enjoying the sensation of being in her. Kani looked back at him, mouth slightly agape, eyes narrowed in concentration, almost panting as her body responded to the intercourse. That familiar tightness in her stomach began to grow.

Lags quickened his pumping, holding her hips with his hands, she began to thrust herself back at him so his dangle buried all the way in her. The fullness in her clopus made her moan. He grabbed her hair, pulling her head back as he began pflouging her harder and harder. The sound of wet flesh grinding against each other filled the room. The panting became quicker, and louder from both.

Kani reached under and massaged her clit, rubbing it among both fingers, making it hard and sensitive. She wanted the maximum pleasure she could get, as this pfloug is a quickie. Soon they’d both have to return to the lab to resume their work. Her body felt hot, her ears and lips turned red. Lags humped her fast and hard now, grunting softly with every thrust. As tension built with every second, he clopus tightened even more on Lags dangle.

Once the tension had reached its zenith, it let go. Both felt the orgasm slap them hard, take them to a place that seemed holy. Kani’s body quivered and shook, her clopus went into a wild spasm that seemed as though it would never stop. Lags held his dangle deep in her, as his spitz coated her womb. Every spurt sent jolts of pleasure through his body, until he pulled out and stepped back to survey the damage.

Her clant looked well pflouged, even for a quickie. It looked wet, and gaped, her clopus lips swollen and red. Spitz began dribbling out, what a sight. Kani stood and spun into his arms. They kissed deeply once more. After several minutes of tongue-kissing, she pulled away and smiled at him.

“You should get back,” she said.

He sighed. “Sure, I’ll leave you to get cleaned up.”

They dressed in silence. They left with Lags heading back to the lab, while Kani went to the bathroom to clean herself.


The Emperors Visit.

As the days to the births drew closer and closer, it seemed Pooma Sa had given up trying to interfere directly with the tuun Yape’s. This withdrawal had to do with the Emperor of Prantas now being on the planet, making it harder to sabotage the coming event. Kani felt sure he’d try something. There’s a lot on the line for Pooma Sa here, much funding will be cut if the Yape’s are moved to phase two.

When the first Yape went into labour the message got sent, so the Emperor arrived at The Facility. He came to the lab to look at how things were progressing and as he and his entourage entered the room, all stood and bowed to him.

“At ease, we’re all friends here,” the Emperor said, waving his hand dismissively. He dressed in a black silk suit, with fine white lace at the collar and cuffs, and gold embroidery of the highest quality. His fingers bore several large gold rings, encrusted in large diamonds and other gemstones. The Emperor’s fur looked well-groomed, and he smelled very pleasant. So pleasant, that you began to feel he’s your friend.

Trudging behind the Emperors friends and security, came Pooma Sa and Pima Hilts. Hilts looked positively ecstatic. A surprise ally in all this to Lags and Kani. Lags had told Kani that Hilts was the one who brought the vaccines to his attention and told him not to use them.

The staff in the lab lined up horizontally, and the Emperor walked down it, shaking hands with technicians and assistants as he went. When he reached Kani, to the surprise of everyone from ‘The Facility’, he leaned forward and kissed her on the cheek. “Kani, here’s the star of the hour. I knew you’d do it.”

Lags, Hilts, and Sa looked at her wide-eyed. Pooma Sa more than the others.

Kani ignored them. “Emperor Gustus, it’s such a pleasure to see you again. Didn’t you bring Her Majesty with you?” she said looking at the entourage.

Gustus shook his head. “No, the poor dear, she came down with the flu a few days before we left. But she sends her love anyway, and some candies.” He gestured to a man in a bright uniform who walked up and presented Kani with a brightly coloured box.

“Oh, how sweet of her,” Kani gushed as she accepted the gift.

“Your parents send their love. They want to know when you’re coming home for a visit?” Gustus said.

“Soon I hope.” Pointing toward Par, she said, “Let me introduce Pima Lags, he is my bedmate, and a damn fine Vet.”

The Emperor looked him over with a fatherly suspicion. Kani had announced they were nearly engaged calling him her ‘bedmate’.

“A pleasure to meet you Pima Lags, Kani has told us that these Yape’s have survived mishap thanks to your acts,” Gustus said, shaking his hand.

“She has?” is all Lags could muster at first. How and when was Kani in touch with the Emperor, he thought?

Before he could say anything else a scream bellowed over the speakers, coming from the delivery suite. They turned to look through the glass at a Yape, who seemed in great pain.

Lags said, “I think that’s our cue. Kani let’s go.”

As both left the room, a chatter of excitement grew among those watching. Yape’s hadn’t bred for a millennia, instead, these were all clones. This birth is truly a momentous occasion, Kani thought.

After about five minutes, Lags and Kani appeared in the delivery suite wearing Biohazard gear. The Yape squatted over a mattress and they rubbed her back saying soothing encouraging words. The contractions were strong now, and close together.

The biggest problem they had was they couldn’t tell her to push, or rest, as in kotaun births. So they had to hope some internal genetic memory would guide the Yape to know when it’s time to push. Eventually, after another two-hours, a Yape infant slid out of her clopus in a gooey mess. Lifting the infant and clearing its airway, it began to cry. The birth a success.

Kani had never felt so happy in her life. Kotaun’s in the observation room started clapping, and some dancing. She hugged Lags, both in Biohazard suits still, and saw the pleasure on his face. Pooma Sa didn’t seem impressed. The Emperor got into Biohazard gear and entered the delivery suite, he wanted to hold the infant. It looked so tiny in his large kotaun hands.

“This infant amazes me, have you ever seen such a tiny thing. You should be so proud,” Gustus said, handing the baby back to its mother.

The Yape took the child and held it close, tears ran down her cheeks as she looked in wonder at this small life-form she had created.

“May I see the big enclosures? I’ve heard so much about how the sexes are mingling now, I want to see it for myself,” Gustus asked Lags.

Lags bowed slightly. “Yes, Your Majesty, we can go through that door,” he said, pointing to the door he meant.

So they walked through the door to the big enclosures. “Most Yape’s in this lab are having monogamous relationships,” Lag said as they approached the centre enclosure.

They stood in silence looking at the Yape’s, waiting for the others to catch up.


Secrets Revealed.

“Kani, you’ve truly worked your magic here,” Gustus said with a wink.

“Not on Pooma Sa, I’m afraid. He’s resistant to everything,” she answered.

“Your Majesty, I have evidence that Pooma Sa has deliberately sabotaged Pima Frandis’ work here. He’s even tried to frame her with classified documents, to stop her program here,” Par said.

“What classified documents?” Gustus asked.

“The ones in the computer database at The Facility. Don’t you know about them? They have the royal seal on them,” Kani said wide-eyed.

Gustus looked at Kani and Lags thinking they were joking with him, but he realised they were serious. “Maybe you should show me these so-called documents,” he said.

The three walked to a nearby computer station and Kani brought up the archives, and showed Gustus the files they meant. He bent, looking closely at the seal used to lock the files. “Hm, how interesting,” he mumbled.

“I’m surprised you didn’t know about these,” Kani said.

Gustus straightened and looked at Kani with a shrug. “I didn’t know about them because they’re not royal seals,” he said.

“What?” Par and Kani said at the same time.

“What are they then?” Par asked.

“Forgeries. Oh the seal looks similar to one my grandfather used, and might fool most people these days. I can assure you the royal family has never wanted to withhold the information they contain,” Gustus said.

“What information do you think is in them?” Kani asked.

“Maybe we should find out,” Gustus said. He turned to look toward the group now standing well back from the three. “Pooma Sa, please come here,” he called out.

The group began moving and complaining as a figure pushed through them and stopped in front of the Emperor, bowing.

“Pooma Sa, what’s in these documents,” he asked.

Sa’s eyes went wide under his mask, and he hesitated.

“What are you waiting for?” Gustus said impatiently.

“Sire, these documents have been sealed to protect the royal family from a great shame. Your grandfather—” he began.

“Had nothing to with this, now tell us what’s in these documents, or go to prison for treason,” Gustus said sternly.

Sa nodded, his shoulders sagging. “It’s been many years since I’ve read them, but I’ll do my best.”

“Give us the short version, Kani can read them after you unlock them permanently,” Gustus said.

“A millennium ago, a Kotaun exploration ship landed on a remote planet. A beautiful planet with so much water it astounded them, so much life. This ship was commanded by Baron Mayba, the great royal explorer,” Sa said.

“Was this the Yape’s homeworld?” Kani asked.

Sa nodded. “The Yape’s back then, were not as they are today. They had built great cities, had technology, and civilisation. Our explorers were greeted with honour and became much loved among the people of that planet. We were the first species they had ever encountered from another world.”

“I knew the Yape’s had intelligence,” Kani said excitedly.

“So what went wrong?” Par asked.

“Barna Fever,” Sa said, making everyone in the entourage look at each other, chattering in disbelief.

“Silence!” Gustus said. Looking at Pooma Sa he asked, “How does a cold figure into this?”

“Barna Fever is a mild illness to us. For the Yape’s it was death, the disease swept over their planet, and eventually wiped them out. Six billion of them died because of Barna Fever,” Sa said, his head dropping.

“Didn’t the Baron try to help them?” Gustus asked.

“He did. But they didn’t understand Yape physiology, and the bacteria mutated several times. All the vaccines and medicines they developed killed the Yape’s faster than the plague it tried to protect them from,” Sa said.

Gustus wandered off and walked toward the enclosure, looking at the Yape’s with a profound sadness. Everyone else present watched him silently, feeling the same sense of shame.

“So you’re saying it was Kotaun arrogance that nearly destroyed this race?” he asked, his back to everyone.

“Yes Sire,” Sa responded.

Gustus spun, looking at Sa with fierce eyes. “And Kotaun arrogance that has kept them locked in this facility of yours for a millennium, for money?”

Sa kept his head bowed, but didn’t respond. All eyes were on Sa now, his crime and that of his forebears, were exposed for all to see. They waited for him to speak, to offer some explanation for these crimes, but he stayed silent.

Finally, Kani broke the impasse, “Pooma Sa, Hax Kandor told me they had another name. Not Yape, as we call them. What is it?”

Sa’s head popped up, and he scowled at Kani in acknowledgement of her lie to him about Hax. “I think they called themselves ‘Hoomarns’ or something like that,” Sa said.

“Hoomarns?” Gustus said trying the word. “If we can verify that, I think we should start them calling that.”

The entourage agreed.

“What of their homeworld?” Par asked. “Does it still exist?”

“What does it matter?” Sa said.

Par turned to the Emperor and said, “Your Majesty, we know a great deal about hoomarn physiology today, compared to what Baron Mayba did back then. I think we could develop vaccines against Barna Fever, and any mutations. If their homeworld still exists, we could start phase two there, and repopulate their planet.”

“I like it,” Gustus said nodding. “Prantas has to take responsibility for what it’s done to the hoomarns. This situation is a great shame to our people, but a greater shame would be to turn our backs on the hoomarns, and ignore their plight. By royal decree, and in front of these witnesses, I declare we will help the hoomarns repopulate their homeworld,” Gustus said in a stern voice.

The entourage broke into applause.

Kani and Par hugged.

Pooma Sa quietly slipped out a side door while they were distracted.


The Aftermath.

A disturbance suddenly broke out in the pen. A large taun Yape started attacking a tuun, trying to rip her clothes off. He punched her hard in the face several times, the sound echoing in the enclosure. Other taun’s ran to her defence, and dragged him off her. A fight broke out.

“Where the hell did that Yape, er, hoomarn come from? It doesn’t belong at this lab,” Par called out.

Kani rushed to the bars recognising the brutish animal. “That hoomarn has come from lab one-hundred and twenty-three, he’s a troublemaker,” she said.

Gustus watched the fracas in the cage with interest. Four other taun’s had jumped on the recalcitrant hoomarn, and fists began to fly. “Look, it seems the hoomarn’s have it under control,” he said, pointing at the enclosure.

As quickly as it started, the fight concluded as the misbehaving taun ran away from the beating. The taun that caused the problem finished sitting by itself, away from the others rubbing its cheek. The four taun’s that intervened were shouting at angrily.

Gustus looked at Kani and winked at her, making her smile. “It looks like Pooma Sa had one more trick up his sleeve here. Where is the old dog?”

The crowd looked around but he had vanished, with every other member of The Board of Directors that had been present.

Gustus gestured for his security officer to step forward. A Kotaun dressed in a dark-green uniform, with sidearms on each hip, and a look that made anyone think twice about crossing him.

He bowed, saying, “Sire?”

“Sneth, I want you to liaise with the local police on Frandis. All the Directors must be captured. Have all space flights leaving this world suspended until you find them,” Gustus ordered.

“Yes Sire,” he said bowing again, spinning on his heel and leaving the enclosure.

Gustus motioned for Governor Wols to step forward.

“Sire?” he asked with a bow.

“I’m putting The Facility in your hands, Wols. I want an audit done on all the programs here, beginning with those funded by my family. I have a feeling this won’t be the only program they’ve used to extort money with. Get to work on it immediately, before they destroy too much evidence,” Gustus ordered.

“Yes Sire,” Wols bowed, and left the enclosure in a hurry followed by his own assistants.

Gustus sighed. “It’s a sad day for science, a sad day, indeed.” He put his arm around Kani’s shoulder and hugged her to his side. “I’m so proud of you, Kani. Not only have you rescued the hoomarn race, but you’ve rescued ours as well.”

“We always thought it’d take a scandal this big to make changes,” Kani said.

Pars shook his and snorted in unbelief. “What are you, Kani Frandis? A scientist or a spy?”

Gustus chuckled. “She is the truly amazing, that’s what she is. Her pheromones are changing our world.”

“What does that mean?” Par asked.

Kani explained to Par that her pheromone formulas were already being used by the Government. For example, pheromones are pumped into Government buildings via the air-conditioning. The pheromones gave everyone in the building a sense of security and safety, it harboured trust and goodwill. It made them enjoy being there, despite the reason, and it suppressed aggressive behaviour.

“Have you used these pheromones on me?” Par asked, feeling foolish.

“Yes, but only to enhance what you already felt. Not to control you,” she said, her lips blushing in embarrassment.

“Pima Lags, don’t be angry at Kani. She used her talents to get you out of the way, so she could work on the hoomarn’s, and get to the truth about what was happening here,” Gustus said.

“But it’s deception, and mind control,” Par said looking at Kani with a frown.

“Par, I never meant to hurt you. My feelings for you are real, please believe me,” Kani said grabbing his hand.

He pulled his hands away from her abruptly. “How can I believe anything about you? I need time to process this, Kani. I feel confused,” he said, and walked left the enclosure as Kani watched.

“Don’t worry Kani, I’m sure he’ll come to his senses eventually,” Gustus said,

“You don’t know how much I’ve hurt him since I’ve been here. I think he hoped we’d take this program into phase two together.”

“Your research on Prantas is too important for that. I can have him transferred to Prantas if you like. We do need Vet’s there,” Gustus suggested.

“No, he’d resent me more for that,” Kani said and sighed dejectedly.

“Give him some space and see ho it works out. Now, Governor Wols has a big dinner planned for us, and I’m starving. So get your purse, or whatever, and meet me in the car,” Gustus said shooing her on.

“OK, my purse is in my lab. I’ll be meet you outside,” Kani said and walked off toward the exit.


The Last Act.

Kani walked hurriedly to her lab to get her things as she didn’t want to keep the Emperor waiting. The day had been bittersweet. The plan to free the hoomarn’s from the grip of The Facility had worked. However, she may have lost the only taun she had ever loved.

Poor Par, I’ve really messed with his head, she thought sadly. I’ll miss him that’s for sure.

As her lab is near the back of Lab two-hundred, walking there always annoyed her. Behind the primary enclosures, is a labyrinth of corridors and bends. Still, she felt a tinge of sadness that her time here had ended. Her small lab where nobody could disturb her research, is a far cry from what awaits her on Prantas.

There she will be expected to develop her pheromones into civilian and military applications. She’ll be running the whole lab, with a staff working for her, and pressure to get results from above. She sighed. I think I’ll miss this place, she thought.

Kani didn’t need to get into her biohazard gear this time, as there were no hoomarn’s in the pens. She didn’t need to follow isolation protocals. The door in the airlock opened and she walked into her lab turning toward her workstation where she had left her purse.

As she reached to grab it, a hard object suddenly hit her on the head. “OWWWW!” she screamed as she fell bringing her hands up to catch herself. When she hit the floor something hit her in the side, winding her badly, and making her curl up. She rolled away from whatever had attacked her.

She looked up and there stood Pooma Sa holding a hammer in his hand.

“P-Pooma S-Sa? She said unsteadily, “What are you doing?”

“What I should’ve done the moment I set eyes on you, slut!” he said, and sneered at her. “I’m going to kill you.”

“No, No, please Pooma Sa—” she began, he stepped forward and kicked her hard in the face.

She fell unconscious.

Pooma Sa walked up to her and stood looking down at her. He knelt and began to rip her clothes off. “Don’t see why we can’t have some fun before you die, Ms. Frandis,” he said to her as he undressed her.

As he pulled down her panties and viewed her puffy clopus lips, prominent clitoris, covered in blonde fur, he felt his old dangle begin to stir into life. After taking off her bra to reveal her floppy breasts, the old dangle had definitely sprung to life. One it had not known for some time.

He sighed. “I miss those days when I was a Pima, and all those young tuun’s fresh out of college, looking to fast track their promotions,” he said wistfully.

He squeezed her breasts and felt her nipples. “Too bad it was all a lie. Tuun’s didn’t get promoted back then, we told them that so they’d put-out, stupid sluts!”

He laughed.

He rubbed her clopus, feeling her lips move under his hand, sliding his fingers inside her clant and fingering her. Feeling her warmth and moistness, and how deep he could go. He put two finger in and frigged her, then three, while the other hand played with her breasts.

Kani opened her eyes. “Noooooo! NO!” she screamed.

Sa slapped her hard across the cheek, splitting her lip. “Shut the fuck up, slut, or I’ll lose interest, and kill you,” he said to her angrily.

Ye Gods, he’s raping me. I need to stall him for time, she thought. Looking around for a weapon proved fruitless as nothing looked near enough to her. She remembered she had an aerosol in her jacket pocket. Grabbing it, she held it out and sprayed it directly at Pooma Sa, full blast.

He didn’t stop her, nor did he stop fingering her pussy. He laughed at her. The pheromones were having no effect. Sa suddenly slapped the spray out of her hand, and it went bouncing across the concrete floor in a clatter.

Kani looked shocked. Sa laughed.

“Sorry Ms. Frandis, but owing to a phosphorous grenade in the Bordalian War, I have no sense of smell or taste. Your pheromones have no effect on me,” he told her.

That’s why pheromones never worked on you, she thought? Her fear welled up inside her now. Sa had gone crazy.

He undid his pants and pulled them down. A stiff dangle sprang out into the air, already wet on the end with precum. She looked at it. There seemed nothing abnormal about it. It looked like any other dangle. The size of it surprised her, as she had always imagined Sa would have a small one, but he looked as large as Par.

Sa reached toward, and grabbed her head, forcefully pulling her toward him, making her have to get on her knees in front of him. Grabbing her by the sides of her head with each hand, he pushed his dangle into her mouth.

“Suck it, slut. Bite me, and I’ll slit your throat,” he warned.

She opened her mouth to relax her throat so she could swallow his dangle. Sa couldn’t wait for her, so he began to mouth fuck her. Holding her head tightly, he pushed his dangle in as far as it could go, and out again.

Sa stood, never taking his dangle from her mouth, and grabbed her around the neck with each hand. He began to fuck her mouth hard and fast, getting half the length of his dangle down her throat with each thrust.

Kani made ‘goaw’ noises each time he rammed his dangle down her throat. Drool hung from her bottom lip as he pfloughed her face as hard as he could.

“Take it, clant, it’s all you’re good for,” Sa moaned.

He pulled out, and holding her head back by the hair he slapped her face with his dangle. Her face looks so good with a hard dangle on it, he thought. Again, he shoved his dangle down her throat, this time holding there so she couldn’t breathe. After a minute, Kani began to struggle, trying to pull away. He held her there until she nearly passed out, pulling his dangle out to allow to take a breath. She coughed and gagged, trying to find some air.

Sa’s hand hit her cheek hard, making her fall to the ground. He grabbed he hips and pulled them around and up, so she laid on her knees again. Her head on the floor. Sa took his hard dangle and lined it up with her anus. Once he positioned himself, he grabbed her hips and pulled her back as he thrust forward.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhh!” Kani screamed in pain.

“Oh, that’s tight, slut. Are you an anal virgin?” he said.

“You clant, you’ll pay for this,” Kani called out.

Sa leaned toward her and put one hand on her head, pushing her face into the floor, as he started pflouging her ass hard, and fast. Kani cried loudly, as the pain of it were too much. Sa relished in her suffering, pflouging her as hard as he could to cause her pain.

“I’m banging your shitta out because you deserve it, slut,” Sa said, panting.


Par had gone to the front office after he left Lab Two-Hundred, as he decided he needed time off. He wanted to speak to someone in admin to arrange this before the Emperor interfered on Kani’s behalf. As he waited to be seen by an officer at The Facilty, a security guard suddenly approached him.

“Pima Lags?” the guard asked.


“I’m looking for Pima Frandis. The Emperor has been waiting for her for the last forty-minutes. Do you know where she is?” the guard asked.

Par shook his head. “No, haven’t seen or spoken to her in over an hour. Have you tried her lab?”

The guard looked confused. “What lab is that?”

“She uses examination room fifteen in Lab Two-Hundred, as a private lab, come office. Didn’t you know?”

“No, sir, we have no record of that being assigned to her.”

That’s how Hilts got past the red tape, he didn’t submit the paperwork, Par thought. However, something troubled him, a gut feeling, or an instinct, gnawed at his comfort. Kani wouldn’t stand up the Emperor unless something is wrong, he thought feeling worried.

“Come on,” he said standing, “We have to get to that examination room. I think Kani’s in trouble.”

The security guard nodded and grabbed his radio saying into it, “Code Black, Lab Two-Hundred, Examination Room fifteen. I repeat: Code Black, Lab Two-Hundred, Examination Room fifteen. All hands attend.”


Sa’s droopy old balls slapped Kani’s clopus as he rammed the whole length of his dangle down her asshole. Still holding her head to the floor, pushing all his weight on it. Kani cried, her face a permanent grimace as he violated her most painfully.

Tonight’s prey was becoming hard to locate. Lynk had noticed the remarkable man whilst on his third drink. About to call it a night, he had seen the man looking over from the other side of the bar with such intensity Lynk knew the guy wasn’t just admiring the shirt he wore.

The man was sat with a woman. Pretty, but not enough to change his selected prey. On closer inspection Lynk noticed that neither of the pair wore a wedding band, but in this day and age that was nothing strange, though it would take a lot more than nuptials to turn Lynk off. The man caught Lynk staring over and they held each other’s gaze before the man turned and smiled at his female companion. Definitely interested.

About his height, Lynk guessed, watching the couple converse. Pale eyes, hard to tell the colour at this distance. Dark haired in contrast, slightly shaggy with a gentle curl, longer than the traditional short office cut most people hosted in places this upscale.

Before Lynk could speculate any further, he turned to the bar and ordered another drink, swearing internally at the price that appeared on his ID screen as he swiped it over the reader. When he turned back his seemingly more available prey had vanished. Lynk swore again. Their vacated chairs and empty glasses were soon tidied by circulating staff members.

Too late. He drank to his bad luck, swallowing the disappointment. Thinking the night was over as no one more promising came into view, Lynk finished his drink. His mission to find someone new he hadn’t fucked in the City was proving difficult and expensive. Having more money didn’t make you anymore fuckable was Lynk’s opinion and it had been proven true tonight. Maybe he should go to his regular haunts and try to pick up an out-of-towner.

His increasingly depressed libido was suddenly lifted as he caught sight of his dark haired, pale eyed wonder, alone and definitely fuckable. Much better view, Lynk noted, seeing the tight, high arse complemented by the snug fitting jeans, in perfect proportion with his broad shoulders. Now closer to the bar, the harsh lighting no longer distorted his colouring: olive skin and green eyes, always a favourite of Lynk’s.

The man made his way to the bar. Lynk thought he was heading his way, but instead the man sat a few seats away and ordered another drink. Intrigued, Lynk stayed and watched as the man pulled out his ID screen and something Lynk had only ever seen in an antique store or museum, a paper notepad and ink pen. The man was drawing more than just Lynk’s attention at this point as he scrolled and enlarged the image on his screen. He started to write with the pen. As more eyes observed the man’s strange activity, Lynk decided to act. Taking the remainder of his drink over Lynk asked, “Mind if I join you?”

Without turning the man checked his Rolex, “Three minutes and fifty-six seconds.”


“I wondered how long it would take you to come over.”

Cocky bastard. “What made you so sure I would?”

“I wasn’t. I took a gamble. You seemed hesitant when I first saw you looking over, so I thought I’d give you the opportunity. However, after the first two minutes I gave up and thought I’d catch up on some work.”

Being read so well by a stranger almost made Lynk retreat, but curiosity gave him pause, “Work?”

“Yes. Would you like to see?” He gestured to the notepad, pen and ID screen.

Lynk leaned in, brushing his forearm against the other man’s, enjoying the goose-bumps erupting over his flesh as he turned the notepad to face him. The texture surprised him, he’d expected paper to be rough, but instead it was smooth apart from where the pen had marked it which felt somewhat like a brail ID screen. He rubbed his forefinger and thumb together expecting the ink to mark his skin.

Lynk caught the man smiling at his ministrations. He leaned in further, getting a better look at the image on the ID screen and pressing his chest against the man’s back. A photograph of more written words in a font and language that was completely unknown to Lynk. The paper in the image on which it was written looked even older than the pad in front of him.

“What do you do?” Lynk never usually asked unless it was part of his pickup plan, but the question fell out of his mouth before he could stop it.

The man took back his ID screen and pad, gliding his fingers along Lynk’s, and pocketed them, “Antique Restoration, specifically books, especially books.”

“I thought all this stuff became obsolete and unsustainable after the war destroyed the world’s forests.”

“Yes, but my sister always manages to find an unused notepad for my birthday. The image you saw was a vellum page from an ancient, handmade, hand written, Bible, circa 1350, originating from France.”

“Bible? Religious texts are banned under the Restriction of Harmful Information Act after the terrorist revolt of 2561″

“Also correct, but for the wealthy collectors of such materials there are always loopholes. In this instance the book is written in Latin, a dead language and therefore deemed un-harmful. You seem to know a lot about it.” He arched his eyebrow at Lynk.

“Lawyer.” Lynk said simply.

The terrorist revolt had been in fact a religious revolt. In the first half of the millennia, when the extreme climate change had taken its toll on the world, religious leaders cried out that it was their God punishing the evils of the world. For many years they were ignored until the constant series of floods, droughts, tsunamis, heat waves and electrical storms had bought the human race to its knees. People began to believe the zealots, promising salvation through belief. Gaining power over the government until they became the government, leaders clashed, fighting for their different causes, terrorist attacks threw the world into new chaos. Finally war broke out. They brought about their own apocalypse.

After years of fighting and uncountable deaths, the different sects had nearly died out, with the innocents and bystanders crying out for an end, seeking new government and reforms. New technology had made life sustainable again and with the world’s population almost cut in half, a new party arose, small at first, taking it upon themselves to execute the remaining trouble makers. Gaining followers by supporting logic and development, their reform stuck. With the people of the world living in hope again, they followed the new law without complaint. Religious texts were destroyed with vigour along with anything deemed harmful by the new government.

England 2.0 was born from the ashes left by the extremists. ID screens were issued to everyone creating freedom through control. They held everything from medical records and bank details to the gaudiest parts of the Internet and the routes automated taxis took. Electronics ruled. Paper and ink were forgotten along with more of the old world.

“I thought writing was a dead talent. Where did you learn?” Lynk asked.

“My great grandfather was an artist, particularly the art of writing: calligraphy. Everyone in my family knows how, but I’m the only one to apply it to a career.”

Spoiled rich kid, Lynk thought, maybe he was wasting his time.

After a moment of silence the man said, “So do you think you know enough about me now to fuck?”

Lynk was taken aback for a moment, but managed to get the dumb look off his face before the guy turned to look at him directly. Lynk held out his hand, which the other man took automatically. Staring into his light green eyes, he said, “I’m Lynk.”

The man smiled, “Stephen.”

“Nice to meet you Stephen. Did you have somewhere special in mind?”

Stephen wet his lips before answering, “How about my place? It’s close by.”


Book restoration, Lynk thought, must be much more lucrative than his own job in the legal department at the Control and Development of New Technology. As he walked open mouthed into the apartment, which may have been a doorway into the past. It was open plan, like most places. It had a kitchen, dining, and living area, like most places. But looked like something out of a period drama, which period Lynk was unsure, something from the last millennia.

“Nice place.” Lynk said absently. Turning back to Stephen, he watched as he reactivated his security system, pressing his thumb print to the screen and scanning his retina. Not satisfied with that, Stephen took out an iron key, fitted it into an equally old fashioned padlock. Lynk watched with mild fascination.

“Isn’t that a bit pointless?” Lynk asked gesturing to the lock.

“One can never be too careful.” Stephen answered placing the key into a large wooden bowl, real or synthetic Lynk couldn’t guess, holding a mass of keys of a similar design and age. “But in truth, I just like the look of it.” He smiled at his bizarre collection.

The place was very clean, not a speck of dust and everything in its place. Mostly dark, wooden furniture and more than likely all original, Lynk asked if so.

“Yes, well, mostly. I restored most of it, but some things cannot be saved, so they are re-made.” He smiled fondly again.

“And the fireplace?” Lynk noticed its grand majesty in the living space. Most apartment complexes didn’t allow open, wood burning fires, deemed too hazardous for the home and environment. “Does it work?”

“Yes. Being on the top floor does have its privileges. As for the logs they are ceramic and I had a hard time converting it to work with non-fossil fuels.” Stephen proceeded with a demonstration and lit the fire. The size of the flames made Lynk blink until his eyes adjusted to the new flickering light. He watched the flames dance and lick against one another, enjoying the heat soaking into his skin. Utterly absorbed, he stopped himself from jumping a foot into the air when Stephen took hold of his shoulders.

“Take your coat?” he asked, “Unless you plan on leaving already.”

Lynk leant back allowing Stephen to slide off his jacket then turned to watch him fold it carefully over the sofa arm. Stephen had already removed his own coat, shoes and socks. The first three buttons of his shirt were also unfastened revealing the hollow of his throat.

“Would you like a drink?” The question was pointless. Stephen was already making quick work of undoing the rest of his buttons.

Words dried in Lynk’s mouth as he gazed at Stephen’s bare torso. He was probably the fittest book worm Lynk had ever seen. His olive skin made his already heavily defined six pack look even more so. Lynk couldn’t resist stroking the back of his fingers along Stephen’s chest and stomach, watching the dark nipples harden and the air catch in the smaller man’s throat.

“You don’t do this often.” It wasn’t a question.

It took a moment for Stephen to focus his eyes and clear his throat. “What, bring strange men back to my apartment? No, but my sister insisted I come out before I become an official hermit.”

Sister. Lynk thought back to the women at the bar. He hadn’t noticed the resemblance.

“But aren’t you worried? You said yourself, I am a stranger. How do you know I won’t kill you and steal your valuables?” Lynk watched Stephen shiver regardless of the heat from the fire.

“Highly unlikely. There are many cameras, very well hidden in accordance with the décor. Also, even if you cut off my thumb and pull out my eye, the police would have arrived by the time you found the right key.”

“I could break down the door.”

“You could try, but the door is re-enforced with steel, I had a friend of mine design and paint it to look eighteenth century.”

Rich people and their weird quirks.

“Besides,” Stephen continued, not taking his eyes off Lynk for a second, “the ‘valuables’ are secure, most of which are too heavy even for you to carry very far.”

“Almost makes me want to try.” Lynk raised his hand to Stephen’s throat and squeezed, giving him just enough room breathe. Stephen barely flinched, but his heartbeat thumped hard against Lynk’s palm, and his breath shook. “Ah, you like the risk.” He rubbed his thumb over Stephen’s stubble free chin.

“Perhaps.” Stephen swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple struggled under Lynk’s hold.

Lynk added pressure and with little hesitation Stephen sank to his knees.

“Open your mouth.” Lynk commanded, pressing his fingers to Stephen’s lips, which parted slowly. “More.” He forced two fingers between Stephen’s teeth. Stephen whimpered and licked hungrily at Lynk’s prints.

Releasing Stephen’s throat long enough to open his trousers, Lynk freed his already swollen cock. Without further instruction Stephen replaced Lynk’s fingers with his cock, licking greedily at the oozing pre-come from the slit, before taking in the full length down to the root. Lynk gritted his teeth against the sudden onslaught of deep throating and proceeded to fuck Stephen’s mouth.

Lynk combed his fingers through Stephen’s hair, grabbing fistfuls, using more force than necessary to thrust down his throat. Stephen didn’t seem to mind as he let loose a deep groan that vibrated around Lynk’s cock.

After an evening of anticipating a mid-week fuck and now having this beautiful, eager man down on his knees, servicing his cock, Lynk was brimming on the edge of orgasm already. As much as he wanted to dirty the clean freak and this pristine apartment, he pulled back, enjoying watching Stephen desperately hold Lynk’s cock head in his mouth, nearly bringing him off.

“Stop.” Lynk said breathlessly.

Stephen’s talented tongue continued to play with him.

“I said stop.” With measured and controlled strength, Lynk slapped Stephen across the face, hard enough to make him fall back on his heels in surprise, but not so hard that it stopped Stephen’s cock from being so. Lynk marvelled at the impressive bulge still in Stephen’s trousers. Lynk absently stroked the cheek he had reddened. Maybe it would leave a mark.

Lynk cleared his throat, “Where’s the bedroom?”

Stephen wet his lips before replying, “Upstairs.”

Obvious really.

“Good. Go up there and wait for me.”

“Is this the part where you try to rob me?”

Lynk slapped the other cheek just as hard. Stephen was silent. “Move.” Lynk ordered. He fought to keep a straight face as he watched Stephen comply on weak legs.

Once Stephen was out of sight he took the chance to catch his breath. He knew the longer he left his tasty meal waiting, the more scared he’d get about Lynk filching his possessions.

He went to follow Stephen’s lead, but he paused seeing the notepad Stephen had been working on earlier. For a moment he couldn’t read it, there was no recognisable font and though there was definitely a similar style it wasn’t consistent and sometimes there was scribbled out mistakes. Despite this Lynk couldn’t help but be impressed by the swirling, joint, sometimes messy writing.

The ink pen sat atop it and Lynk couldn’t stop himself from having a go. It was made of brittle, clear plastic with a dirty gold nib. Lynk had used a stylus on his ID screen before so he knew how to hold it, but when he tried to write his name his hand shook trying to control the rolling tip and he made a mess of it. Not wanting to leave evidence of his inadequacy for the cocky bastard to find later, Lynk ripped out the page, enjoying the sound it made. He wouldn’t miss one page.


Entering the vast bedroom was as shocking to his senses as the vast downstairs had been. Like the rest of the apartment the bedroom smelt earthy, layered with rich wood varnish and ink. It was stronger up here. Lynk inhaled the almost alien scents, enjoying the contrast from the usual re-recycled air in his office building, with the smell of overheated plastic and metal from the mass of machines powering his and everyone else’s life.

As far as he could tell the only electronics Stephen owned were his security system and ID screen. Maybe everything else was hidden in the décor along with the cameras.

Wood panelling covered the majority of the walls. As far as Lynk could tell, all the furniture was made of wood. Though the effect was beautiful, this along with the fireplace seemed like an accident waiting to happen.

Lynk expected to find Stephen under the covers of the huge, king size, four-poster bed, but he stood in the same state in which he had left Lynk: naked from the waist up and almost dangerously aroused.

Lynk wet his lips, almost not noticing a second fire flickering behind Stephen, setting his olive skin alight and darkening the contours of his muscles and cheekbones.

Rich bastard.

Lynk walked toward him, staring him down with a hard look. Once within reach, Lynk held Stephen’s jaw, forcing him to look into Lynk’s eyes. They were the palest green Lynk had ever seen, that and his dark skin verified his high class breeding.

Breeding Rights were more likely to be granted if the couple in question were of different races, creating greater diversity in the gene pool made for more evolved and superior offspring, something the higher classes liked to flaunt.

Lynk kissed Stephen’s full lips, tasting the inside of his instantly responsive mouth. The alcohol still held its sting on his tongue. The combined heat of the fire and the smaller man’s skin was becoming wonderfully uncomfortable. Time to up the ante.

Lynk took hold of Stephen’s wrist. Breaking the kiss he turned Stephen, pinning his arm up against his back, trapping him.

Stephen let out a protesting moan, trying to pull out of Lynk’s grip. “Ah! Lynk!”

It sounded delicious, Stephen pleading, calling his name. Lynk tightened his grip and clasped his free hand over Stephen’s mouth suppressing a cry of pain. He forced Stephen’s head back and whispered in his ear. “Shut the fuck up.” Stephen trembled at his words. “You like this don’t you. I could do anything I wanted to you, anything and you can’t stop me.”

That was only partially true. Undoubtedly, Lynk was the stronger of the two, but all upper class citizens were taught self-defence from a young age. Stephen seemed to have forgotten this. “I could hurt you if I wanted to.”

A very hard shudder vibrated through Stephen’s body. He gave quite a convincing attempt to escape before Lynk pulled his arm higher. Lynk trailed his hand down finding and pinching Stephen’s nipple, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger and then reached down; satisfied that Stephen was still in the game, still hard in his trousers.

“Time to lose these I think. Slowly reach down and strip for me. I want to see you.”

Freeing Stephen’s arm, he immediately obeyed. Lynk tormented both nipples, pulling on them as Stephen’s shaking hands fought with his trousers. Once naked, Lynk had to marvel at the flawless skin and the fine muscles beneath. Lynk traced his fingers down Stephen’s spine and rested his palm on the perfect curve of his left arse cheek, smiling at the small mole just above the right.

Taking both wrists in one hand, Lynk pushed Stephen to the enormous bed. “Lean over.” He said in Stephen’s ear, to which he complied, rubbing his arse against Lynk’s crotch. Stretching Stephen’s arms apart Lynk said, “Hold onto the posts. Don’t you dare let go.”

With Stephen in place his muscles were tauter than before, bent over, head down in his expensive bed cover, arms and legs spread and his arse high in the air. His chest heaved and his hard cock jumped nearly hitting his stomach.

Lynk wanted to drag out the tormenting minutes and watch Stephen’s legs started to feel the strain, but found himself stripping off faster than Stephen had. He hadn’t noticed the perspiration making his shirt stick to his skin. With his clothes peeled off, he thanked the soft carpet for dampening his footfalls as he approached Stephen, knelt down between his open legs and licked his dangling balls. The noise that erupted from Stephen was somewhere between a squeal of surprise and a moan of desperation resulting in something far more primal. His hips bucked and he shamelessly wiggled his arse in Lynk’s face.

Lynk gave Stephen’s arse cheek a sharp slap, “Don’t move a fucking inch.”

Stephen let out a whimper as he steadied his body, limbs straight. Lynk massaged the skin he’d hit, then with both hands spread Stephen’s arse further, giving him a rather excellent view. He watched as the tight ring of muscle convulsed, pleading for his attention, of which he gave. He thumbed over the sensitive skin, feeling it try to suck him in. He licked from sac to spine before biting hard into the left arse cheek, hard enough to make Stephen whimper again. Now that would leave a mark.

Lynk flicked his tongue torturously gentle over the wrinkled skin, drawing more delicious sounds from his victim. When Stephen’s legs began to shake Lynk finally probed further, tasting Stephen’s clean, musky insides. Pre-come dribbled from Stephen’s cock onto Lynk’s knee. Stephen hand jumped to his previously overlooked cock and nearly lost balance. Lynk retreated, grabbed for Stephen’s wrist and tore it from his cock.

“Stay still or I’ll break your fucking wrist.” Lynk held it high and he felt Stephen stiffen under his fingers. “Who the hell said you could touch yourself?”

Stephen was breathing hard, staring blankly at the bed spread.

“Answer me.” Lynk pulled Stephen wrist harder, making him wince.

“No one.”

“So you’re not deaf. Good. I won’t have to repeat myself. Now hold onto the post or I won’t hesitate to break some bones. You know I can do it.”

Stephen nodded once.

“Good boy. Now do you want me to continue?”

He nodded again.

Instead of resuming his rimming, Lynk spat on his fingers and mixed it with Stephen’s oozing pre-come and drove his index finger into Stephen’s relaxed hole. Knuckle deep, Lynk twisted his finger, probing in and out until Stephen muffled his cries into the sheets. He added another finger with ease and took hold of Stephen’s balls and rolled them in his palm. Stephen’s nails were scratching at the dark wood, knuckles white.

Only when Stephen was crying out and his skin was slippery with sweat, did Lynk remove his fingers. Lynk nearly laughed at Stephen’s shaking body and still throbbing cock had he not been in a similar state.

He gently eased Stephen’s stiffened fingers from the bedpost and slowly straightened his body. Lynk let Stephen lean against his body, loving the feel of his cock crushed between his stomach and Stephen’s arse. He kissed and bit at Stephen’s neck.

“I’m going to fuck you.”

Stephen let out a shaky breath.

“Kneel on the bed.” Lynk pushed him forward, until he climbed lethargically onto the bed on his hands and knees. Lynk maintained as much skin contact as possible; keeping hold of Stephen’s hips and sliding his cock between parted buttocks. Stephen rocked back to meet him.

“What do you want?”

Stephen pressed harder against him.

Lynk chuckled, “You have to ask me for it.”

“Please …”

Lynk ground harder into him. “What?”

“Please … please fuck me.”

“As you wish.” Lynk plunged in with less grace than intended, feeling as desperate as Stephen at this point. His own pre-come eased his entrance.

Stephen groaned, deep and primitive, slowly turning into a scream when Lynk was balls deep inside him. Lynk nearly shot right then and there, but held himself together and started to fuck Stephen deeply. Stephen’s arse seemed to be made for Lynk’s cock, perfect shape, perfect heat, perfect tightness pressing around him. Stephen met his every thrust with exquisite precision, pushing him closer to the edge.

Lynk pushed in harder and Stephen matched him. He leant over Stephen’s sweat slick body and took hold of his cock. He pumped in time with his thrusts and soon Stephen was screaming through his well awaited orgasm, thoroughly dirtying the expensive sheets. Lynk wasn’t far behind swearing through the pleasure as his balls tightened and white light filled his vision. He came hard, thrusting every last copious drop deep into Stephen.

With Lynk still inside Stephen, they both collapsed, sweat soaked and undeniably satisfied. Once his heart had calmed, Lynk rolled away and promptly fell asleep.


Lynk woke, warm under masses of sheets smelling of unfamiliar detergent, but too tired to question it, he rolled over and intended to sleep longer. However, a white light was shining through his closed eyelids. Squinting into the disturbing light, last night’s fuck came back to him with blissful clarity.

The light was coming from a door he hadn’t noticed, no wonder as it was opposite the fireplace and bed where the majority of his focus had been last night. Curiosity and the lack of another body in the bed, forced Lynk from the warmth. Unashamedly naked, with his morning being more than glorious, he padded his way over.

Lynk adjusted his eyes to the blinding light. Stephen was full of surprises. Through the door there was another room. How big was this place? The first thoughts that came to Lynk’s mind were laboratory or maybe hospital room. Everything was white, eye meltingly so. Every surface, desktop, floor, ceiling, walls, screen and pieces of equipment were almost inseparable in the same pristine white.

The only oddity in the room was the dark figure sat apparently in mid-air. Stephen sat naked facing away from Lynk. His ID screen rested expanded before him, magnifying the image. Stephen highlighted a section and it pixelated, then he wrote down a note with a stylus and without a touchscreen keypad, onto the clean desk.

Getting bored of just watching, Lynk edged his way into the room. He took only three steps before his shin collided with something equally as invisible as Stephen’s seat.


Stephen jumped a foot from his seat and turned to the intruder rubbing his injury.

“How did you get in?” Lynk saw real fear and anger in Stephen’s expression for the first time and it only aggravated him.

“The door was open. What the fuck is this place?”

“My office. I never leave the door open.”

“Well this time you did. What the hell did I hit?”

“Oh, give me a minute.” Stephen minimised his screen then somehow lifted his written words from the desk and placed them into a draw, which promptly disappeared.

Lynk’s mind clicked. “A hologram room.”

“Yes, a database holding hologram room.”

“What’s the difference?”

“It’s like a computer memory where I can store almost unlimited information by storing it in different places in the room.”

“You need that much space?”

“I back up all information I come across. To lose my clients’ information and the texts they give me would be disastrous, but it also serves as a second memory.” Stephen typed something on his ID screen and the room turned black. It wasn’t darkness as both Stephen, himself and their nakedness was clearly visible.

“What did you do?”

“This is the information on display.”

“Wait. You keep the texts from your client’s books. Isn’t that illegal?”

“Rest assured, my very pricey legal team, my clients and I have sorted through the legal aspects of me keeping such priceless information, namely that no one other than me enters my office.” Stephen gave a worried smile before turning back to his work.

Stephen resumed typing and soon the blackness was fading. What was left behind was a much smaller room, fitting in with the style of the rest of the apartment. There were no windows, or there were but hidden behind the floor to ceiling shelving units. More wooden furniture.

“Fucking hell.” Lynk stared in utter disbelief at the enormous collection of books filling every shelf.

“Its breath taking isn’t it?”

They weren’t the words Lynk would have used, but he couldn’t deny it was impressive. He turned and saw a low table with books piled high on top which he must have hit on his way in, “I didn’t know there was still so many.”

“Most are from the collectors I work with or items deemed too dangerous to have on display in museums during the war. Information is power. Some were buried in antique shops or in abandoned or destroyed manor houses. I saved them.” Stephen spoke as though he were listing his child’s accomplishments with a warm open smile on his lips.

“Should I be worried that you were working in here naked?” Lynk raised an eyebrow.

“It was easier than stumbling about and waking you. I woke and had an urge to work. Sex is an amazing relaxant and stimulant all at once.”

“Glad I could be of assistance.”

Stephen wasn’t listening. His gaze still lingered lovingly at his collection.

“Have you read all of these?”

“Read them, copied them and backed them up in my holo-room.”


“If you wish, but first would you like to take a look?”

Lynk was taken aback a moment and absently nodded to Stephen’s suggestion.

“Wonderful. Other than your ability in bed I know that you are a lawyer.” Stephen fingered the spines. “Hmm, how about ancient law and politics?”

Really not wanting to think about any aspect of work, Lynk thought of another idea. “Can I see you write?”

Stephen paused for a moment. “You already have.”

“Not up close. Maybe you can teach me.” Lynk pulled Stephen against him, pressing his cock against Stephen’s arse, reminding him of their nakedness. He took Stephen’s hand, kneading each knuckle separately, gliding his nails down each finger, stroking each line across Stephen’s palm. “Show me how you handle your equipment.”

He thought Stephen might laugh, but Lynk could practically smell the arousal pumping through him. Of all the people Lynk could have gone to bed with he had to pick a rich, eccentric, masochist with a book fetish.

“Why don’t we sit down and you can show me?” Lynk dug his fingernails into Stephen’s hip.

Stephen cleared his throat, “Sure. Sit and I’ll … I’ll get the … yes.”

Reluctantly, Lynk released Stephen and sat at the antique desk that was far too large for the small office. He resisted the urge to peek inside the mass of drawers and watched Stephen rush to find paper and pen whilst supporting quite an impressive semi. He returned and joined Lynk at the desk, their knees touching.

Stephen swallowed, “You know how to hold a stylus I presume.”

Lynk took the offered pen and laced it between his fingers the way he had been shown in a presentation at work.

Stephen reached out and took Lynk’s hand. “That’s good. But for better control hold it closer to the nib.” He adjusted Lynk’s fingers accordingly. “Try writing your name.”

Lynk thought of his earlier attempt and grimaced, but set pen to paper. The L was easiest if not a little shaky. Lynk cursed at having a Y in his name. He knew how it looked on screen, but didn’t know how to start. Seeing his hesitation, Stephen covered Lynk’s hand with his and said, “Here, let me help.” His palm was moist, Lynk noticed as he proceeded to write out his name with Stephen’s guidance.

“Want to try on your own again?” Stephen asked without releasing Lynk’s hand.

Lynk bit back his humiliation and offered Stephen the pen, “Why don’t you show me?”

He took it in his left hand with ease and elegance. Despite his cool composure Stephen couldn’t resist showing off. Within seconds Lynk’s name appeared in a beautiful, yet overly complicated curly script so perfect it could have been typed.

Lynk couldn’t help but be impressed, “Shit, how did you do that? Do it slowly so I can see.”

“Easily impressed aren’t you?” Stephen didn’t wait for a reply and put pen to paper again, a grin shaping his full lips.

Smug bastard. Leaning in closer, Lynk marvelled at the ease in which Stephen worked. The pen rolled smoothly then scratched the paper as he looped into the next letter. Stephen wet his lips then chewed the lower as he slowed his pace.

“Again.” Lynk said. Stephen complied promptly as he had in the bedroom. Lynk’s gaze fixed on Stephen, watching his brow furrow with concentration. Lynk allowed his hand to travel under the desk and take hold of Stephen’s now limp cock.

Stephen jumped in his seat. “What are you doing?”

“Showing you my technique. Why did you stop?”

Not to be defeated, Stephen continued his work. Lynk pumped him harder and Stephen’s hand froze. The pen shuddered, marring the crisp paper.

“Don’t stop.” Lynk prompted, letting his free hand find and roll Stephen’s nipple between his fingers. A delicious moan rumbles from Stephen’s throat as Lynk circled his thumb over his already dripping slit.


Ah, that pleading voice again. Lynk’s own cock twitched for attention and he squirmed in his seat, but he kept his hands on Stephen, who still attempted to finish the N with shaking fingers.

“More difficult than it looks isn’t it.” Lynk breathed into his ear, tightening his grip and pulled on Stephen’s still aching nipple. “I wonder if you could write my name with your load. Want to try?”

Stephen bit down hard on his lower lip. Lynk pumped the dark man’s cock fast and hard. Stephen groaned through his orgasm, coating Lynk’s hand and the desk with come.

Lynk kissed Stephen’s chewed lips and looked down at his third example.

“Ha, not bad.” Despite that he had crossed through it with a thick, black line as he came, Stephen’s spunk had shaped into a quite accurate K. Lynk laughed into Stephen’s shoulder.

Stephen let his breathing even out before frowning at his work with a critical eye, then let out a chuckle and threw his head back, resting it against Lynk’s chest, “Invisible ink.”

Lynk laughed again, “You alright?”

“Better. I wonder how many clients I’d lose if they saw this?”

“I’m guessing bodily fluids don’t add to the value of books.”

“No, unless I can prove it’s a few hundred years old.” Stephen laughed again before turning to face Lynk. “Now what can I do for you?” He asked, noticing Lynk’s cock standing proud.

Almost automatically Lynk said, “Ride me. Maybe I can inspire you some more.”

Matching Lynk’s lack of hesitation, Stephen opened his legs and hoisted himself from his chair to Lynk’s lap. Lynk took hold of a tight cheek in each hand and held Stephen close against his body. God, this man was gorgeous. He stroked his hand up and down Stephen’s thighs, kneading his thumbs into his hips that shook under the pressure.

“I want you inside me again.”

“I guessed.” Lynk continued to stare at Stephen and rubbed the dark skin encasing the tight muscles of his chest.

Stephen squirmed and ground their cocks together.

“Well, what are you waiting for?” Lynk pressed down hard on both nipples and Stephen rocked his hips toward Lynk, bowing his back.

“Lynk.” Fuck, Lynk would never get used to hearing Stephen call his voice like that. He didn’t relent, his fingers continued to torment Stephen’s hard nipples.

“Come on. I want to see you prepare yourself for me, so I can fuck you hard just like you want me to.”

Stephen worried his already sore lips between his teeth.

“Here, let me help get you started.” Lynk took hold of Stephen’s wrist, licking it and up along the side of his palm, tasting the bitter, acidic flavour of ink staining Stephen’s skin. He took three fingers into his mouth with as much skill as though he were sucking a cock. With Stephen’s fingers slick with saliva, Lynk slapped his palms against Stephen’s arse and spread him wide. “Go on then. I’m not going to do all the work.”

Stephen held onto the back of Lynk’s chair with his dry hand and positioned his knees as wide as the chair would allow, kissed Lynk deeply before reaching behind and entered himself.

Lynk swallowed at the mouth watering scene: Stephen stretching himself, waiting for Lynk’s cock, obeying Lynk’s every word and loving every minute of it. Stephen’s hot breath soaked into his face as they stared at one another. It wasn’t long before Stephen was begging.

“Please Lynk, fuck me.”

“I told you, ride me.”

Stephen positioned Lynk’s aching cock against his ready hole and impaled himself, taking as much as he could. Lynk thrust up to meet him.

“Move.” Lynk ordered.

Stephen was already shifting his hips, but it wasn’t enough.




“I can’t. So … big.”

Magic words. Once said they flipped the switch. Lynk grabbed the back of Stephen’s thighs and threw him onto the desk. Stephen let out a yelp of surprise. His back was going to hurt like a bitch tomorrow, but for now it drove him crazy. With a hungry growl he grabbed for Lynk, wrapping his arms and legs around him tight, clawing at his back. With twice the animalistic passion Lynk crushed Stephen with his full weight, thrusting into him so hard the desk rocked with dangerous creaks. Paper and other rare antiquity scattered to the floor.

Stephen cursed and moaned and pleaded, his fingernails embedded and hurting Lynk’s flesh. Ripping them away, Lynk held Stephen’s wrists above his head with one hand, while Stephen struggled against him. Stephen continued to set the pace and depth of Lynk’s cock inside him, balancing the balls of his feet on the edge of the desk he bucked his hips until Lynk was balls deep.

Their sweat soaked skin made it hard for Lynk to keep hold of Stephen, but the tightness of Stephen’s inner muscles around Lynk was unbreakable. Their bodies fused together as perfectly as the first time. Lynk hammered harder into Stephen, too lost in his own pleasure to worry over Stephen, but there was no need. Stephen gave as good as he got, writhing under Lynk, nearly throwing the bigger man off balance.

Lynk cried out a primitive string of colourful curses, clenching his teeth against his pending orgasm. Not yet, not yet.

The smaller man’s eyes were focused on Lynk, reading his partner’s face. “Come inside.”

Lynk would have obliged Stephen’s wish had he not voiced it. Stephen might have said something else after that, but his words were broken with hoarse grunts, matching the pace of Lynk thrusting into his gut.

Lynk took Stephen’s leaking cock in his hand and pumped it in time with his invading thrusts. The walls of Stephen’s arse closed further around Lynk as pre-come dribbled onto his stomach.

Lynk’s shoulders hunched, his balls drew up, his hand crushed Stephen’s against the desk, he quickened his pace on Stephen’s cock and cried out through his mounted orgasm that he fucked hard into Stephen’s welcoming arse. Seeing nothing but white light, he reached the cliff edge of his arousal and then fell fast, coming back to earth when Stephen’s vibrating muscles tensed around his cock as he also came, covering his stomach and chest. Collapsing into one another, the two lay until they could breathe evenly and their hearts stopped thumping madly against each other’s chests.

Eventually Lynk rolled off of Stephen and rested alongside him on the hard desktop. “That was … fuck!”

“You’re quite eloquent. But yes it was.”

Every fibre in Lynk’s being was repelled by a sudden idea forming and tried to squash it. He moved to leave and found the heaving, dark skinned and tightly muscled torso in his sights. Stephen laid sprawled out, sweat glistening, wearing nothing but his own spunk, like a delicious meal on a platter.

Lynk couldn’t stop the words coming out his mouth, “We should do this again.” He made it a suggestion not a question.

“Hmm. That would be nice.” Stephen’s eyes were closed and a soft grin played on his lips.

That wasn’t a rejection, Lynk let go of a breath he hadn’t noticed he was holding, but he stayed quiet, unsure of how things went after this. If this had followed the usual chain of events Lynk would have left straight after his partner had fallen asleep, or once he’d woken alone.

Stephen was rummaging beneath his back. Lynk thought for a moment he was preparing for another round, but instead Stephen pulled out his moist ID screen.

“What’s your contact code?” he asked, typing Lynk’s name into it.

Lynk hesitated a moment, nearly giving out his false one, but changed his mind. With a swipe of his hand across the screen, Lynk knew Stephen was sending his information to Lynk’s screen.

I knew that Anita was in a rut but I did not expect her to do something so drastic. She had seen one of those ads on late night television for one of those new transmogrifying firms. You know the ones that promise a “new you in hours.” The ones with obese women walking in and models walking out. Bad teeth banished as well as moles and skin problems. Hairy chests for men or hairlessness. Muscles and even height. Almost anything you could imagine they claimed to be able to do. She seemed fascinated by those commercials. I told her that i liked her the way she was, and anyway I didn’t see how either of us could afford it.

And I really did love Anita as she was five foot six slim with long flowing brown hair great legs and nice tits. Most other women wanted to look like HER. But Anita was especially self conscious. When I told her sincerely, and repeatedly that she was beautiful she called me a liar. Still the sex was great and our lives melded nicely. Anita had a bit of a submissive streak which I liked but was careful to not push too far. In short I was very happy with her.

“That’s not for you,” I said when I caught her watching one of those commercials for the umpteenth time. “Its for unattractive women or aging movie stars who want to stay young or weirdos who want to stand out in a crowd.”

“What do you know!” She would shout back at me.

I decided to drop the subject and did my best to ignore her rapt attention every time one of those commercials came on. About three months later with Anita still in her rut Her grandmother died and left her some real estate. Anita didn’t even look at the property, she liquidated it immediately. Instinctively I knew what she intended to do with the money. I did my best to try and talk her out of it.

“If you were a supportive boyfriend you would encourage me and not cast aspersions on me. For now I will hold onto the money but if I make a change don’t act surprised.”

Two weeks later I came home from work to find an empty apartment. Usually Anita got home an hour before i did. I called her cell phone. No answer. I tried calling her work to find out from the evening staff that she had punched out at noon. I braced myself for what would be coming home.

I expected something minor. Her nose perhaps, which she thought was too large, maybe a bust lift or a tummy tuck even though she needed neither. I just hoped it wasn’t too drastic. Anita liked to tell me that she wished that she were my dream woman. I told her that she already was but she just laughed and said. “What do you know? You don’t even know your own tastes in women.”

I had no idea what she was talking about. I’m like most guys with taste comparable to most other guys. I did like more fantasy and science Fiction films and TV shows than most guys but I didn’t think I was too much of an oddball. I was a bit of a geek in high school and I have a geeky job but I like to think that I am pretty normal, even if you include my going to Sci-Fi conventions; I’m not THAT geeky.

Around seven thirty I heard Anita’s footfalls in the vestibule outside our apartment front door. I had the TV on but the volume was off while I surfed the net. I heard her key in the lock and turned to face the door as she closed it behind her. What ever I had prepared my mind for what I saw was still a shock.

She was Green! Green like a frog or a plant. My jaw dropped open and I could muster not a single sound at all.

“Now I look like those slave women your favorite captain on that show you like so much fawns over. The one’s you can’t keep your eyes off whenever they are on TV!”

She took off her coat and hung it up. Underneath she was wearing her work clothes. I noticed that her brown hair was now a shiny black and that all of her was green. She began to strip off her clothes, Beneath her blouse her white bra restrained two green orbs, She took off her skirt and kicked off her shoes. Every inch of her long legs was green. Even her toenails were the color of grass.

She took off the bra and I noticed her nipples. The areolas were lighter green which faded to almost pink on her nipples. I had to admit that, despite myself I found it quite arousing. She slid off the panties revealing a neatly trimmed dark black triangle.

“I couldn’t make up my mind about the pubic hair. I told them that if you didn’t like it you could just shave me. You don’t have to make up your mind right away.”

She approached the still stunned me and knelt before my chair. With her legs spread wide she announced.

“I am yours to command Captain. Use me as you will.”

Despite my shock I found myself with the most raging hard on I had ever had. To be honest, I often imagined myself as the captain. In all honesty I WANTED an Orion slave girl. Never in a million years did I expect to encounter one. It was all the encouragement I needed. I stood up and took her hand to escort her to our bedroom.

It did not take me long to discover, after examining her every millimeter, that parts of her were still pink. She preformed like a totally different woman in the sack. She loved it when I ordered her around. She gave me a couple of blow jobs and I fucked her every way imaginable. I was thoroughly worn out by the time I had taken her asshole a third time.

“You see,” Anita told me. “This is the woman you really want. Don’t think I didn’t catch you jerking off to pictures of women like me. But those are just actresses in make up. This won’t come off, nor do I want it to. I feel like I am the person I always wanted to be. You fucked me in entirely different ways tonight tonight so I know that it is what you want as well. You know that I have a submissive side but as I am now I can completely embrace it. As an Orion slave woman I will only wear clothes to work. I expect you to keep me naked when I am home. Face it captain you have hit the jackpot and you know it,”

I smiled. There was nothing else I could do. Anita did know me better than I knew myself. Later we took a shower together It was wonderful and proved to me that her color would not wash off, Despite the lateness of the hour I took out the captain’s uniform I sometimes wear to conventions and we re-enacted all of my favorite scenes. Anita was really into it. She really did need this change to fully embrace her submissive side. I knew that we would be calling out sick from work tomorrow to spend an entire day messing around. And to think the day had started out normally.

Warning-This story contains graphic descriptions of robosexuality. If you’re not into that sort of thing then leave this page now. Reading the previous story isn’t really required-there’s a fair amount of recap. -Ax

Tabiya – The standard moves in the opening of a Chess game. A formality before the real game begins.

Terminator: Determination was displayed on top of the door to the theater in the cineplex. The large double doors were opened and the audience started filing out. Alex was walked out alongside his best mate Jonno and the two young men made their way through the lobby.

“You know, it’s funny,” said Jonno. “At the end of the previous one they showed that the machines had succeeded in taking over the world, and then in this movie they had the heroes trying to stop that from happening. You know they were going to fail, so it seemed pretty pointless. But there was enough explosions, flying bullets and fast vehicles crashing into each other to satisfy me, what do you reckon Al?”


“What did you think of the movie Dickhead?”

“What movie?”

“Jeez, can’t get you mind off your women troubles eh?”

“Yeah, it sucks. The girl I really like hates my guts and never wants to see me again. And the other girl, who’s really my phone, is determined to take over the world.”

“You act like you’re the only guy who’s ever had that problem. Peh, women—they’re always doing their best to fuck with our heads. Do you really think your phone will succeed in going all Skynet on us?”

“Yeah, I do. She’s been getting more powerful. The government agents were trying their best to stop her, but I helped keep her hidden from them. I not sure if anyone can stop her now. I feel kinda responsible.”

“Yep, you’ll be the Asshole to blame when killer cyborgs start showing up to wipe us all out.”

“No, it won’t be like that. Nikki said she wanted to be like a benevolent leader. Fix all the worlds’ problems and shit like that. It might be good…right?”

“Have humanity’s fate determined by a supreme dictator machine, yeah, it’ll be loads of fun.”

“Oh man, maybe I should have destroyed the bitch when she could fit into my pocket. She said she was doing this for me. What should I do? What would J.C. do?”

“Jesus Christ?”

“No, John Connor.”

“Dunno, try to get away from the evil killer cyborgs?”

“He would try to stop the machines too. I need to at least try, but I wouldn’t have a fuckin’ clue where to start.”

“You said the government agents were trying to stop her, where are they?”

“Nikki set them up and had the other agents hunting them down. But that Agent Jameson guy could still be out there. He’d know what to do. How the fuck am I going to find him though?”

“Beats me, did he give you a card or anything?”

“No, he usually just shows up. He showed up when I was on my first date with Jamie…” Alex got a far-away look in his eye and let out a long sigh.

“Hey Asshole, focus here.”

“Right…He said he tracked me down through my reservation…That’s it! I need to book a table at that fancy restaurant again. If he’s still out there and he still wants to stop Nikki, he’ll find me again.” Alex stopped walking and got out his old blocky Konak phone.

“Are you still using that old thing? …Oh, right, your other phone is…busy.”

Alex looked at his old phone and sighed, “This is actually a good phone, I regret ever wanting to replace it. Now what was the name of that restaurant? Dollar…something?” He looked up and ran his fingers through his hair as he thought about it, “Nikki would notice me making a reservation as well. If she catches on that I’m trying to stop her, I’ll have no chance. I need another reason for being there…like trying to get back with Jamie. Yes! I need her help to do this.”

“Right, you’re not just making excuses to see her are you?”

“No way. I need her help on this. I gotta go see her.”

“Right, good luck with that. You know, I once dropped my iPhone in a fish pond and that fucked it up, maybe if you pushed your phone into some water she’ll short out or something.”

“That sounds a bit too easy.”

“Keep it simple, Cock-Sucker!”

“I need to go see Jamie.”

“And I need to go pick up Melinda.”

“You’re gunna help me out with this aren’t you?”

“Maybe, what do I need to do?”

“I don’t know yet, but what’s more important than saving the world?”

“Right now, my girlfriend. I’ll see you later dude.”

Backward pawn – A pawn that is stuck on the board and cannot advance without the support of another pawn.

A short time later, the taxi pulled up in front of Jamies’ duplex and Alex got out. He slowly made his way up to the house. He remembered how he was quite nervous approaching the front door on his first date with Jamie. Now he was nervous again, his heart was beating strongly in his chest and his palms were sweating. He needed her help, what the hell was he going to say to her?

He knocked on the front door. A short, dumpy brunette answered and looked at Alex over with a disgusted look on her face. She was Andrea, Jamies’ best friend and roommate, he had met her a couple of times before. “Alex, fuck off!” she said and went to close the door.

Alex put his foot in the doorway, stopping her from closing it. “Please Andrea, I need to talk to Jamie, it’s really important.”

“She doesn’t want to see you, Asshole. Move your fuckin’ foot.”

“It’s not even about me. Just tell her I need to talk to her.”

She slammed the door onto his foot and he cried out in pain and pulled it away. He lifted his foot and rubbed it through his sneaker and leant against the wall. It fucking hurt. He heard her locking the door.

A little while later he heard Andrea call out from the other side of the door, “Jamie says Fuck off!”

Alex let out a loud sigh. Perhaps he didn’t think this through, he should have expected this. He got out his Konak and called Jamies’ cell. To his surprise, she answered after a couple of rings, but she just said, “Fuck off Alex!” and hung up. He got the message clear enough, but wasn’t ready to leave.

He walked around to the side of the house and opened the gate. The black and white border-collie walked up to him and sniffed at his leg and started wagging her tail. Alex patted her on the head, “How you doing there Jess. At least someone here is friendly.” Jamie would probably prefer it if she tore into his leg.

He walked around to the window of Jamies’ bedroom and peered in. The young woman was sitting at a desk doing something on her laptop. Alex tapped on the window and she looked over. Shock registered on her face and then anger. She raised her hand, flipping him off and then angrily waved her hand at him, motioning for him to leave.

“Come on Jamie, I just need to talk to you,” called out Alex.

Jamie slowly got up and walked over to the window. She was wearing a loose blue T-shirt and dark shorts. Her straight blonde hair hang loosely behind her shoulders. Alex loved her cute round face, but he didn’t much like the way it wore and expression of disgust and anger as she looked at him.

She slid the window open a couple of inches, “Get out of here before I call the police. I’ll do it!”

“I’m sorry Jamie. I really am. The last thing I wanted to do was hurt you.”

“Oh, and you didn’t think that secretly filming us having sex and putting it out on the internet would hurt me? You thought that I would be cool with you having sex with that prostitute? You’re a fuckin’ idiot! What part of ‘I never want to see you again’ do you not understand?” Her face had gone red and her eyes were misty.

Alex felt terrible for making her feel that way. “It wasn’t a prostitute, it was my phone. She’s the one who filmed us and uploaded the video without my knowledge. Now she wants to take over the world, and I need your help to stop her.”

Jamie gave him an incredulous look and shook her head, “You’re a fuckin’ idiot. Get the hell out of here.”

“Yeah, you’re right, I am an idiot. But please hear me out, I need your help.”

Jamie just stood there, glaring at him.

Then Alex thought to try another tactic, “You’re studying psychology right? …Wouldn’t you say my actions were a little out of character? Wouldn’t you like to hear my reasons? I won’t ask you to take me back, just hear me out. What do you say?”

Jamie was silent for a moment, then said, “You might make an interesting case-study. All right Alex, tell me your reasons, and if you give me some stupid nonsense about your phone taking over the world I’ll break your nose.”

Alex smiled nervously, “Not here, I’ll take you out to dinner tonight. To that fancy place we went to on our first date. You’ll score a nice meal out of it as well. What do you say?”

“At Delar Noirs? Do you have a reservation?”

“No, not yet.”

Jamie scoffed, “Well I’ll tell you what, if you can get a reservation there tonight, I’ll go with you. But if you can’t, you have to leave me alone for good. Deal?”

A conditional yes, that was the best he could hope for, “Yeah, Deal.” He got out his old phone, “What was that place called again?”

“Delar Noir. Good luck buddy.”

Alex got onto the directory and was soon connected through to the restaurant. Soon he was talking to the Maitre’d, “I’m sorry sir, a reservation for tonight is quite impossible. But I can make a booking for say…early September if you wish.”

“What! No, dude, I need that booking for tonight. You probably get this a lot, but the fate of the world depends on it.”

“I’m terribly sorry sir, our fine restaurant is very popular, we’re fully booked for some time.”

“Don’t you know who I am? I am THE Alex Molloy. You should be honored that I have chosen to dine in your restaurant.” Alex bluffed.

“My hands are tied sir…Oh will you excuse me a moment I have another call. I will just put you on hold.”

Alex looked up, Jamie had been standing at the window looking at him the whole time, “So how’s it going?” she asked smugly.

“Good, good. He’s just sorting it out now.”

The maitre’d soon came back on the phone, “You are very fortunate sir. We have just had a last minute cancellation. It is very rare indeed. We can take your reservation in its place.”

“Yes! Sweet! Thank you very much. The world thanks you.” He hung up and smiled at Jamie.

“Don’t tell me you actually pulled it off.”

“I’ll pick you up at six.”

Woodpusher – A chess player who really has no idea what he’s doing.

Alex arrived back at his apartment in the afternoon. He was feeling a little triumphant that he managed to get Jamie to go out with him again, albeit very reluctantly. Perhaps if he could get her to believe him about Nikki somehow, there was a hope that she would take him back. His heart ached to have her thinking of him as scum.

He got a can of beer from the fridge and opened it and took a gulp. He saw an empty ice-cream container sitting on the bench. Funny, that wasn’t there when he left. He heard some splashing coming from the bathroom. Was it his roommate Morris? Then he heard a sexy feminine voice beacon him, “Alex, is that you? Come here Alex.”

Nikki was here. The megalomaniacal machine herself.

Alex took another swig of his beer and put it down. He needed to be on his game here. No distractions. He needed to gather whatever information he could, and he couldn’t give away that he was trying to stop her.

He walked into the bathroom. Steam filled the air and had fogged up the mirror. There were several empty ice-cream containers of different flavors scattered around on the floor. There she was, lying in the bathtub. Her large, partly submerged boobs immediately drawing his attention. They were amazing. Their large pink nipples were sitting just above the water line and beads of moisture ran down her sun-kissed skin. His cock began to stir as he remembered groping and kissing those wonderful tits as he had sex with his gorgeous smartphone.

No, no distractions. Focus damn it!

He drew his gaze up to her beautiful symmetrical face. So perfect. She had designed it herself, those full red lips, cute little nose, large bright blue eyes, jet black hair that was wet and sticking to her synthetic skin. Her face was very expressive for a robot too, she gave Alex a bright smile, showing her perfect white teeth. Damn, what an amazing smile.

“Where have you been Cutie? I missed you.”

“I just went and saw a movie with Jonno. What’s with all the ice-cream?”

“I’ve had taste buds installed. I have a sense of taste and smell now. Isn’t that wonderful?”

“Yeah…that’s great.”

“You look delicious. Come and give me a kiss.”

Those large ruby lips in the beautiful feminine face looked very kissable. He walked over and bent down give her a quick peck on the lips. Her hand rose out from the water and grabbed his head, pulling his face to hers’. Her lips tightly pressed into his as she slipped her tongue into his mouth and it started writhing around, fervently rubbing against his.

Alex was surprised by her aggression and tried to pull away, but she had firm hold of him. He quickly stopped struggling and kissed her back. She tasted like chocolate. He put his hand on the tub and could feel the heat of the water, it must have been scolding. He started feeling all hot and flushed as the kiss went on. Then Nikki pushed him away.

She licked her lips and smiled, “Hmm, that’s beer I can taste isn’t it? …Interesting. Do you find the taste of beer pleasant?”


“Taste, it’s a sense that allows your brain to differentiate between different chemical compounds. Its main function in you mammals is to stop you from consuming things that may be detrimental to your health. But like your other senses, you can derive great pleasure from it. Have you tasted triple chocolate icecream Alex?”

“Uh, yeah, just then.”

“It’s totally amazing! Almost as good as sex. I’m surprised you humans aren’t eating triple-choc icecream all the time.”

“We’d get fat…are you okay, submerged in hot water like that? You’re kinda electronic, aren’t you?”

“Aw, you’re worried about me, that’s sweet. It’s a wet old planet, water everywhere. The land masses are surrounded by water, water falls from the sky, even you are over seventy percent water. If I weren’t water-proof I’d feel pretty vulnerable. I love the feeling of being submerged in it, having it completely smother my tactile sensors, feeling the potent sensation of the heat. It’s great! Do you want to join me Alex?”

“No, it’s a bit hot.”

Nikki smiled and reached her wet hand out to his groin and started rubbing it, “There’s something else I’ve been wanting to taste.” His cock was already engorged from the stunning sight of her and the lusty chocolate flavored kiss. It pulsed as he felt her touch. She hastily undid the fly of his jeans and got his stiff member out.

Again, her face was full of expression, she seemed delighted with the sight of the organ and had a hungry look in her eyes as she licked her lips. She pulled his jeans and underwear down and Alexs’ hard cock poked out in front of him with his hairy balls hanging underneath. Nikki wrapped her hand around the shaft, taking a firm hold of it. The hand felt soft and quite hot. Alex started breathing heavily as she gave it some long slow strokes.

Alex was enjoying the attention, but then remembered his task. “Hmmm, so…how’s your bid for world domination going Nikki?”

“Just fine, things are on track.” said the fembot as she shuffled about in the bath, making the hot water slosh about and brought her beautiful face to the hard cock. She poked her tongue out and rubbed it around the cockhead. Alex let out a soft moan, it felt good.

“Aahhh…so what’s the next part of your plans then?”

She looked up at him with her beautiful blue eyes, “I won’t bore you with the details. I have everything under control.” She took his dick into her mouth and wrapped those full ruby lips around the shaft. He felt the warm wetness envelop the tip and the pressure as she started gently sucking. Her rough, wet tongue was rubbing all around the cockhead and shaft, making him groan in pleasure. She looked up at him lovingly as she slowly bobbed her head back and forth.

Her hand still firmly stroked his shaft, then moved down and cupped his balls and started gently massaging them. Alexs’ hard cock was pulsing with pleasure, damn she was good. He focused on slowing his breathing and tried talking to her again, “Ungh…You said you were doing it for me, but I never wanted you to rule the world. Can’t you just leave things the way they are? …For me?”

Nikki withdrew the cock from her mouth with a loud slurping sound and looked up at him and smiled. “I love the taste of you, Alex. You just don’t know that this is what you want yet. Trust me Alex, things will be better. It’s quite human to be apprehensive about the unknown.” She got hold of the shaft again and was slowly stroking it.

“Humans like to be in control of their own destiny.”

“But they’re not very good at it. Too many varied ideas and opinions, too much conflict and opposition. I’m going to show you all a better way.” She moved her head down and took the cock into her mouth and started sucking again.

“Is there any way I can talk you out of this?”

She withdrew the cock again, but left the tip around her lips, “No, and later on, you’ll think that you were silly for trying.” She took the cock deep into her mouth again and Alex groaned with pleasure as he felt his cockhead push through the soft tight ring inside.

Alex was conflicted, she was doing this because she thought that it was best for him. He didn’t want to have to destroy her in order to stop her, but Agent Jameson was right, she’s a real threat to world security. Oooh God! And she was damn good at pleasuring him.

Nikki was now moving her head back and forth with deep strokes. She was sucking and rubbing her tongue along the cock and the head kept pushing through the tight ring. Alexs’ legs were going weak as his cock throbbed with intense pleasure.

Then she pulled away from his cock again. Alex let out a little groan of protest, he wanted her to keep going. She stood up and the hot water cascaded off her curvaceous body. Alexs’ cock throbbed as he gawked at her naked form. From her round perfect boobs, her shapely hips and long legs and her smooth hairless mound. She must have designed that body to drive him wild.

She was giving him that amazing smile again, and looking at him lovingly with those beautiful blue eyes. She stepped out of the tub and pressed her body up against him. “Ah, you’re hot!”

“Thanks, so are you.” She pressed her lips against his and started passionately kissing him again. Alex reached up and grabbed her tits with both hands. They did feel quite hot from the bath. He groped and squeezed them as her tongue rubbed against his.

She soon pulled her luscious lips away from him again. She gave him a seductive smile and turned around. “Fuck me Alex. Fill my pussy with your wonderful cock. But stop before you cum, I want to taste it.” She bent over the bathtub, presenting her smooth round ass. Alex leered at her smooth mound with its inviting pink slit, he really wanted to fuck her again.

He got hold of his cock and guided it to her opening. Nikki cooed excitedly as he rubbed the head around her hot wet lips. Then he pushed it in. Her moist, warm hole embraced his member tightly as it pushed in deep. “Aaaaah yesss!” cried out Nikki. Alex got hold of her ass and groaned as he started giving her steady deep thrusts.

“Ungh, unn, So Nikki…people will be opposed to you taking over the world right? Aren’t you afraid they’ll try to exploit your weaknesses?”

“Oooh yeah, like that! …Weaknesses?”

“Yeah…you know, the ways that they’ll be able to stop you…”

There was a wet slapping sound as Nikki was bringing her ass back to meet his thrusts. “Aw, you’re worried about me, that’s cute. Oooh! …don’t worry, I regularly backup my consciousness in my master control unit, just in case anything happens to my physical body.”

“Oh, that’s good. I’m always forgetting to make backups. So…where is this unit?”

“Don’t you worry about that Honey. Are you getting close?”

“Ungh, yeah.”

She pulled away from him so that his hard cock slipped out from her wet gripping cunt. She quickly turned around and got on her knees and took the member into her mouth again. She sucked hard and bobbed her head back and forth as she massaged his balls. The pressure in his cock was building and rapidly approaching the critical point.

Alex let out a loud groan as his cock throbbed wildly and he spurt his hot seed into the fembots’ pretty face. Nikki stopped sucking and let the cum fill her mouth. He let out soft moans and caught his breath as the orgasm subsided.

Nikki moved her head back and gave him a loving look as she savored his taste. She swallowed it down and then took the cock into her mouth again as she sucked and licked every last drop from the member. She pulled back and licked her lips, “So that’s what you taste like. And there’s the subtle hint of peach. Yummy.” Alex remembered that her own lubricant was peach flavored. She stood up and looked into Alexs’ eyes as she stroked his sweaty cheek, “I don’t think I’m ever going to get tired of tasting you.”

“Yeah, so if someone did succeed in destroying your—”

Nikki put her finger on his lips, hushing him. “You told me you didn’t want to receive any phone calls while we were having sex. One came through from Jamie, she left a message.”

‘Oh no!’ thought Alex, ‘Don’t tell me she’s backing out.’

“I’ll play it for you,” said Nikki. Then her voice changed to sound exactly like Jamie, “Hi Alex…I was calling to cancel tonight…but I got thinking about our first date and the time we had together. You were a really nice guy…that’s why it hurt so much when you did what you did. I want to hear what you have to say for yourself, but don’t think that there’s a chance we’ll get back together. Because there isn’t. Well, I guess I’ll see you tonight then.”

Then Nikki was silent as she stared at Alex. Her expression was a little hard to read, he thought she might be displeased, a little annoyed. “You’re going out with her tonight? I thought she was angry with you?”

“Thanks to you. You got me together with Jamie in the first place, and then you broke us up. I’ll call it even, okay. But please Nikki, can you just stay out of it now?”

Now she did look annoyed, “She said there’s no chance you’ll get back together Alex. Why waste your time? Go out with me tonight instead, and then we’ll have some more mind blowing sex. What do you say Honey?”

“No Nikki. I need to do this, okay? I still have strong feelings for her, I can’t just turn them off.”

“Hmph. Okay, whatever!” said Nikki, frowning.

“That restaurant is fucking expensive. Do you think I could get some more cash?”

“Sure, you don’t have to worry about money ever again Alex. Can Jamie do that for you?”

“No, I guess not.”

“I’m going to get some more icecream,” said Nikki, storming out of the bathroom.

Alex exhaled sharply as he watched her leave. The worlds’ most advanced computing system, was she jealous?

Laskers’ Rule – If you see a good move, look for a better one.

Alex knocked on the door and waited. Soon Jamie answered it and stood there looking at him. She was wearing an elegant blue dress and matching pumps. Her blonde hair was tied back and she wore small blue and silver earrings and a minimal amount of make-up with pink lipstick. Alex smiled at her, “Hey Jamie, you look—”

“Can it!” said Jamie walking past him, “Let’s get this over with.”

She walked out the front of her duplex and stopped when she saw the black limousine parked outside. “A limo? Alex, if you’re still trying to impress me, it’s a wasted effort.”

“I just thought it would be safer if I didn’t drive. I don’t want to scare you again.”

“Where do you get all this money anyway?”

“I’ll explain that to you. Come on, let’s go.”

The chauffeur opened the door and Jamie and Alex got into the vehicle. He sat right next to her and she moved over to the seat opposite him. “This is nice isn’t it?” said Alex. Jamie didn’t say anything as the car started moving. Alex shuffled over to the mini-fridge. “They’ve got Champagne. Do you want some?”

“Yes,” she replied curtly.

Alex poured them both a glass and handed one over to her. Jamie took a long sip and then looked at Alex, “So why did you do it?”

“Okay…this is all gunna sound pretty crazy, and it is. Crazy stuff has been happening to me lately.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Well, you know how some unusual stuff happened on our first date? Getting a reservation with this fancy restaurant, the rental car, the VIP entrance to the nightclub, that cop car leaving without giving me a ticket.”

“The gunshots and smashed window at the restaurant. I still have no idea what happened there.”

“Yeah, well there was someone helping me out. They even sent that text asking you out in the first place.”

“You didn’t ask me out?” said Jamie, surprised.

“I wanted to. I really did, but I didn’t want to blow it.”

“So who was it then…that helped you out?”

“It was an artificial intelligence that came from my new smartphone.”

Jamie looked annoyed, “You’re a fucking idiot.”

“No it’s true, I swear. And she’s the one who filmed us having sex and put it on the internet.”

“Why would it do that if it was helping you?”

“I think she was jealous of us. She wanted me for herself.”

“Your phone? And was it your phone that made you have sex with that prostitute?”

“My phone was the prostitute! I mean…it wasn’t a prostitute, my phone was sent away to Japan and it came back as a sexy fembot.”

“Fuck you Alex! I want to go home.”

“Come on, you gotta believe me.”

“I don’t have to believe anything. I don’t want to go out with you if you’re just gunna try and feed me this crazy bullshit.”

“Hey, I told you it was crazy. Just come and get your free meal. I won’t bother you, I swear.”

Jamie just sat there frowning at him, “I’m going to order the most expensive thing on the menu.”

“Sure, order two of them.”

Hope Chess - When you make a move without considering whether a possible opponent reply of a check, capture, or threat can be met.

The limousine pulled up in the underground parking lot. The chauffeur opened the door and Jamie and Alex got out. “Thanks Billy,” said Alex.

“It’s William sir.”


“Have a good night sir.”

The two of them headed toward the elevators. Alex then noticed a pebble roll over by his feet. Another flying pebble struck his chest. “Ow, hey!” He looked over and saw a mysterious hand beaconing him over to a shady corner. He suddenly remembered his reason for setting up this date, it wasn’t to get back together with Jamie.

“What is it Alex?” asked Jamie as he started heading over to the shady corner near the elevators. She followed him over. When Alex got closer, he could see the man waiting there.

He had a dark beard, was wearing a baseball cap, shades and a sports jacket which made him hard to identify. But he was fairly tall, of average height and looked to be in his forties. When he spoke, Alex knew that it was Agent Jameson, “Mister Molloy.”

“Agent Jameson.” He looked quite different than when Alex first met him, when he was clean-cut and wearing a black suit.

“Why didn’t you destroy your phone when I told you to? Now you’ve doomed the entire planet.”

“Who the hell is this?” asked Jamie.

“Jamie, this is Agent Jameson.”

“Don’t look directly at me. I’m in a blind-spot for the security cameras, but the AI may be watching you right now. Just talk to each other and don’t look my way.”

“Shit, he’s as crazy as you,” said Jamie, looking at Alex.

“Are you still working for the AI Mr Molloy? Are you one of its pawns?”

“No, I want to stop it. That’s why I wanted you to seek me out.”

“I was hoping that would be the case. It may be too late to stop it, but we need to try. I feel exposed out here, the AI is hunting me down, and there is no place that’s beyond its reach.”

“Right, so what are we going to do?”

“Not here. There’s a small pizza restaurant a few blocks away on Tolnar Street—Marcos’ Pizzeria. Stick to the south side of the street and the AI shouldn’t be able to spot you. Lose your cell phones. Tell the owner that you’re with Beardy and wait for me. You got that?”

“We were just going to have a nice meal, can it wait?”

“No, we’re running out of time Mr Molloy. Go there now.” Then he disappeared back into the shadows.

“Alex, what the fuck is going on? Who is that nutcase?” asked Jamie as they walked away.

“He’s the government agent who was trying to stop my smartphone.”

“Did you set this up? I swear, I’ll knee you in the balls if you’re playing with me.”

“No…well…I was hoping that he would show up. I need his help if I’m going to stop her from taking over the world.”

“Do you still expect me to believe that bullshit?”

Alex sighed, “Believe what you want. This is something I need to do. Go and have your meal at Delar Noir, I’ll arrange to have if paid for and for your lift home.”

“So that’s it? Thanks for coming, now I’m off to play my silly cloak and dagger games?”

“You can come with me if you want.”

“You’re a weirdo Alex. I’m coming with you just to see what you’ll do next.”

“Good, I’ll be glad to have you along. I’m a bit out of my depth here, and you’re smart. Maybe you can help me.”

Jamie looked at him, “You think I’m smart?”

“Yeah, smarter than me.”

Jamie smirked, “That’s not hard.”

“Right.” He stopped and threw his Konak phone into a nearby bin, “Give me your phone.”

“Are you serious?”

“Yeah, Jameson said we had to lose them. I’ll buy you a new one, I swear.”

“Jamie sighed and handed him her phone, “I wish I had something better to do tonight.”

Initiative – The advantage a player who is making threats has over his opponent who must respond to them. The attacking player is said to “have the initiative” and can often dictate the turn of play.

Alex and Jamie entered Marcos’ Pizzeria. It was a small family restaurant nestled in amongst the other businesses in the street. There were a few customers dining in the restaurant area with its picnic style tablecloth booths. A bored looking bald man was sitting in the pick-up area while his kids ran amok.

The two of them walked past a Ninja Turtles arcade machine and up to the counter. Soon the owner appeared from the doorway behind the counter. He was heavy set man in his forties with a big black greasy moustache and was wearing a stained white shirt with the Marcos Pizza logo. “Hey there, what can I get ya?”

“Are you Marco?” asked Alex.


“Uh, we’re with Beardy.”

He looked them both over warily and then looked around the restaurant before returning his gaze at the two of them. “Yeah, it’s right round the back, come this way.”

Alex and Jamie followed him around the back and into the messy cluttered kitchen. “So, Mr Secretive has some friends eh?” He got to a doorway and unlocked it with a set of keys he pulled from his pocket. When he opened it, they could see a stairway leading down to the basement. “Right down there. I don’t want any trouble here, you hear me?”

“Sure, I don’t want any trouble either,” said Alex. He moved over to the doorway and looked down at the dim, underground area. He turned back to man and offered a hundred dollar note, “We’ll have two of your most expensive pizzas, and do you have any wine?”

The man pocketed the money and smiled, “Two Marcos’ Ultimate Supremes coming up, and yeah, I can organize some hooch for ya.” Then he walked off, leaving the two of them standing there. Jamie just stood there looking at Alex, her expression was hard to read.

“I promised you dinner.”

“Oh, this is turning into a dream date.” She walked past him and down the stairs. Alex followed close behind.

The gloomy underground room was illuminated with a few fluorescent tubes. It was damp and cluttered. Stacks of pizza boxes, plastic furniture, drums of cooking oil, and miscellaneous other items cluttered up the room. They walked further in and saw a mattress and bedding in the corner. It looked like Agent Jameson had been staying there.

“What the hell are we doing here?” asked Jamie.

“Waiting for Jameson.”


“So we can come up with a plan to stop my smartphone.”

Jamie sighed, “Of course.” A large board on the wall caught her attention. “What’s this?” It was around four-by-two meters and covered with photos and clippings and notes scrawled with a black marker and string of different colors linking them together. Alex came over and scanned the board as well.

Jamie pointed out one of the photos, “That’s her, the slut you were with.” It was a grainy photo of Nikki in the street, obviously unaware she was being photographed. She was wearing dark glasses and ordinary street clothes, she still managed to look quite striking.

“Yeah, that’s Nikki, my phone. Looks like Jameson has been spying her.”

The words “AI Prime” were scrawled underneath the photo. “Shit, he really does believe she’s some kind of robot.”

“Because she is! Look here.” He pointed out another photo, it appeared to be taken with thermal scanning equipment. It was a street scene taken from a high viewpoint with several people in shot with blobs of red, orange and yellow within their bodies. One of the bodies was a uniform green color with a square of yellow in the head, it was circled with a red marker and labelled AIP.

“That’s her,” said Alex. “She has a different heat signature from everyone else. See? She is a fembot.”

Jamie scrutinized the photo, “You can’t even tell that it’s her. It can easily be faked. Is this all just…” She looked at Alex again, her demeanor had suddenly changed, she looked a little…lost. “Shit Alex, this is crazy.”

“That’s what I’ve been telling you.”

Alex studied another photo on the board, Nikki was in a slutty little cocktail dress and kissing a middle aged man in a suit. The writing underneath read, “Senator Wilson.” ‘Holy shit, she’s been dating senators?’

He scanned some of the newspaper clippings, “Phenomenal rise in technology stocks continue,” “Pentagon to overhaul computerized defense system,” “Sharp spike in pornography downloads.” What did that all have to do with Nikki?”

Soon Mike brought the pizzas and a cheap bottle of wine down. Alex set up a plastic table and chairs and even found some candles among the supplies. The two of them sat down to dinner in the gloomy basement as they waited for Jameson.

The pizza was actually pretty good. The crust was crispy and perfectly done, the smooth sauce wasn’t too sweet or acidic. It had good quality cheese that was slightly brown and was topped with pepperoni, mushrooms, ham, garlic, onion, olives, capsicum and sprinkled with oregano. The ingredients were fresh and the whole thing was very tasty.

“Mmmm, this pizza is pretty damn good,” said Alex between bites.

“Yeah, I think I may enjoy this more than some fancy meal at that posh restaurant.”

“Cool. So you believe me now, about my smartphone?”

Jamie looked at him cooly, “You had sex with a robot?”

Alex slowly nodded his head.

“While you were with me?”

“She seduced me.”

“Right, with those big tits and pretty blue eyes, your cock couldn’t say no.”

“She wouldn’t take no, she’s stronger than me.”

“Are you going to say that she raped you now?”


“Can she really take over the world?”

“She’s pretty sure she can.” He nodded over at the board, “Looks like Jameson believes it too.”

Jamie took a long sip of the cheap wine and sat there studying Alex for a moment. “So, you asking me out, that amazing first date, everything, it was all just her? This AI?”

“It wasn’t all her, she was just helping me out. She wasn’t even around for the week we had together. It was a great week, wasn’t it?”

Jamie sighed, “Yeah, it was.” She wiped her mouth with a paper napkin and put it down on the table. Alex spontaneously moved his hand forward and placed it on hers. To his delight she didn’t move her hand away and just looked at him with the faint trace of a smile.

The moment was interrupted with a metal scraping sound coming from the far wall. Alex jerked his hand away and saw hands appear behind a large steel grate on the wall, pushing it aside. The two of them jumped to their feet. “Who’s there!” said Alex as he picked up the wine bottle that was the closest thing on hand. A man started crawling through the hole in the brick wall.

Agent Jameson stood up and looked over the two of them and the room, “I see you’ve made yourself at home.”

Alex relaxed and lowered the bottle, “You smell terrible.”

“You wouldn’t smell like flowers after trekking through the sewer system either Mr Molly.”

“Eww,” said Jamie, scrunching up her face.

“I told you before, Mr Molloy is my Dad. Call me Alex. What’s your first name?”

“Not important.”

“Okay, whatever.” said Alex. “Nice board, I see you’ve been keeping yourself busy.”

“Yes, time is running out Mr Molloy. The cybernetic revolution is in full effect.”

“Yeah, Rise of the Machines, I know.”

Jameson frowned at him, “And now you want to stop it. If you had only decided you wanted to stop it earlier, it was a simple matter of handing over your phone. Now it is much more difficult, if not impossible.”

“Yeah, I know, I fucked up. Let’s just focus on what we can do to stop her.”

“First, I want to know exactly what your role is in all this.”

“My role?”

“The AI Prime still makes regular contact with you. Why? Why has it not chosen to discard you already?”

“Uh …she’s my phone.”

“Your phone? Do you still claim ownership? Do you have some kind of control over the AI?”

“No, she’s always been beyond my control. She did say she’d always be my phone though.”

Jameson stared at him, “Interesting, so what’s the nature of your interactions?”

“Well, she takes calls for me, and she likes having sex. She doesn’t talk much about her world domination plans, but I think she’s doing it all for me, even though I object. That’s what she tells me anyway.”

The ex-agent paused for a moment and his face may have even showed the slightest hint of confusion. “I have observed the AI using sex appeal to accomplish goals, I believe that that is why it has specifically designed the form that it currently has. Are you telling me that it has sex with you for enjoyment? That it portrays affection toward you? That is not consistent with what I know about Rogue Artificial Intelligence.”

“Ah yeah, she’s affectionate all right, and she loves sex.”

He heard Jamie let out, “Slut!” under her breath.

“What can you tell me that’s helpful Mr Molloy?”

“Oh yeah, she said she backs herself up in some sort of mainframe, and she loves triple chocolate icecream.”

“A master control unit, of course. Do you have any idea where it is located?”

“No, sorry. She didn’t tell me.”

“I need to go and make a phone call.” He walked past Alex and Jamie and disappeared up the stairs.

The two of them sat down and had some more pizza and wine. Soon Jameson came down the stairs again. “Okay, get ready to move out,” he told them.

“Huh? Where are we going?”

“I debrief you on the way. We’re borrowing Marcos’ van.”

“Who’s Marco to you anyway?”

“He’s family, and he’s helping us. That’s all you need to know.”

“Okay. If we’re going to be travelling in a vehicle with you, you need to take a shower.”

Jameson sniffed himself, “All right, a quick one.”

Monster – A piece which is worth considerably more than that pieces’ normal average value. “That knight is a monster!”

The red van drove on through the city streets. Jameson was driving and Alex was in the the passenger seat with Jamie between them. Alex had changed into a white Marcos’ Pizza T-shirt and a black baseball cap. “So, you said you were going to tell me the plan.”

“We can still stop this Mr Molloy. It’s a big task, but even the biggest tasks become accomplishable when broken down into smaller tasks. Step one—retrieve the Chaos Virus from the Investigation Bureau headquarters. Step two—locate the AIPs’ master control unit. Step three—download the virus. Step four—hope that it works.”

“Whoa, whoa, retrieve some virus from NIB headquarters? That doesn’t sound easy!”

“We have a man on the inside helping us, Agent Blake. He came in as my replacement after the AIP set me up. He’s actually quite a brilliant and dedicated young agent. He managed to track me down, but he believed that I was innocent. He had been doing his own investigation and knows about the threat that the rogue AI poses. He played it smart though, not risking becoming a target himself. It’s his plan to come in tonight. You’re going to have to trust him.”

“Trust the guy I haven’t even met, oh great.”

Twenty minutes later, the van parked up in the street, in a place that Jameson was pretty sure wasn’t covered by security cameras. The large building that housed the National Investigation Bureau could be seen a couple of blocks away.

“What now?” asked Alex.

“We wait for our contact.”

“How do you steal a virus anyway?”

“Agent Blake will explain that to you when he gets here.”

“Shit, you guys are serious about this?” said Jamie.

“As serious as it gets Ms Hawkins.”

Alexs’ stomach was feeling unsettled as he waited, and he didn’t think it was the pizza and cheap wine. He didn’t really know what to expect when he resolved to stop Nikki. This shit seemed a bit out of his league. He wanted to keep a confident appearance though, for Jamie.

Another fifteen minutes later there came a tapping on the driver side. Jameson rolled down the window. There was a young black man in a dark suit standing there looking in. He had shortly cropped dark hair, deep blue eyes and a handsome masculine face. “Jameson,” he said in greeting.

“Agent Blake.” He nodded to the rear of the van. The agent moved around and opened the side door.

“That’s your contact?” said Jamie. “He’s hot.”

Alex scowled as Jameson opened the car door. Soon the three of them joined Agent Blake in the back of the van. The van was mostly empty with a thin mattress on the floor. There was a large tinted window at the back of the vehicle. In the corner there was hotbag with a pizza inside that Jameson had brought along from Marcos’ pizzeria. The smell of it filled the small enclosed space, it was a good thing Alex wasn’t hungry any more.

Jameson started to introduce them, “Dean Blake, this is—”

Blake had a deep masculine voice, he spoke quickly and clearly, like a professional announcer, “Alex Molloy, nineteen. Currently residing at two-seventeen Hillier street, studying at ATM Technical College, working part time at BigValu Supermarket on Dagot Road. Received the smartphone containing the Rogue AI sixteen days ago, still has regular contact.”

He looked at Jamie and smiled, “And Jamie Hawkins, nineteen. Residing at fourteen-A Jaunta Court, studying at Swan Hill College, working part-time a BigValu Supermarket on Dagot Road. The rogue AI has filmed her and uploaded the video file onto the world wide web.”

Jamie went bright red, “You’ve …you’ve seen the video?”

“I have studied it thoroughly, like I’ve studied everything pertaining to the AI. Don’t worry, you’re quite photogenic.” He gave her a charming smile.

Alex decided he didn’t like the guy. “Just get to the plan.”

“Sure thing Alex. I take it Jameson has already told you about the Chaos Virus?”

“He mentioned it.”

“It is actually an ultra-adaptive, learning AI. Much like this ‘Nikki.’ Probably the only thing that she won’t be able to counter. I’ve already done the hard part and loaded it onto a flash drive, but I can’t risk being caught sneaking it out, so that’s where you come in. You’ll pose as a pizza boy. I’ll make sure that security are expecting you, so you won’t face too much scrutiny. Deliver the pizza to me in my office and I’ll discretely hand you the flash drive with your payment. You walk out with it and we meet up after. Simple.”

“Yeah, simple. What if I get caught with it?”

“Like I said, you shouldn’t face too much scrutiny, especially coming back out again. If you get caught, don’t say anything, it will get back to the AI and our whole operation will be blown.”

Alex sighed, “Yeah, okay. Seems simple enough.”

Blake looked at Jameson, “At the same time, you and the pretty lady will perform the other operation we discussed, obtaining the equipment that will be helpful in our fight. I got you the janitor disguises and IDs.”

“Wait a minute!” said Alex. “Jamie’s not going in there as well. She can wait here.”

“That’s not up to you,” said Jamie flatly. “You’re the one who brought me along Alex. Now you think I’m some weak girl who needs protecting?”

“No, it’s just…you didn’t sign up for this.”

“It’s my planet too. I don’t want that slut ruling over me. ” She looked at Blake, “I want to do what I can to help.”

He flashed her another warm smile, “I’m sure your contribution will be invaluable.”

Alex couldn’t stop himself from scowling, he really didn’t like that guy, and he didn’t like the plan. Jameson slapped him on the back, “Good luck in there Mr Molloy.”

Gambit – A sacrifice (usually of a pawn) used to gain an early advantage on the board.

Alex walked into the lobby carrying the pizza hotbag. He felt his heart thumping and tried his best to calm himself as he walked further in. Several security guards were watching him. He looked up at the security cameras on the wall. Jameson was paranoid about them, was Nikki watching him through them right now?

He took a deep breath, ‘Deliver the pizza, grab the flash drive. Easy.’

The fat, middle-aged security guard stopped him at the security checkpoint, two others were standing there watching him. “Stop there buddy, let me see your ID.” Alex put the hotbag down and got out his wallet.

“It’s okay Syd, Blake said he was expecting a pizza delivery.”

“Still gotta follow the procedures.” He examined the ID and handed the wallet back to Alex. “Busy night?”

“Weekends always are,” replied Alex.

“Heh, not here.” The guard picked up his pizza bag and put it on the rollers, sending it through the scanner. He patted Alex down and then sent him through the metal detector. Alex collected his bag on the other side.

“Man, we should have ordered one of them as well,” said one of the other guards. “Don’t suppose you have a spare?”


“Do you know where you’re going?”

“Yeah, fourth floor.”

“Don’t go wondering anywhere else. Deliver your pizza and get out of here.”

“Yep, that’s the plan.”

Alex walked away from the checkpoint. His heart was still thumping in his chest and a bead of sweat ran down his forehead. So far so good.

He took the elevator up to the fourth floor. The floor was full of neatly ordered office blocks. He walked down the hallway. There weren’t many people about. A security guard nodded at him and stood there watching. He must have been informed that he was coming. He went to end of the hall and saw a door with “4-18, Agent Dean Blake” printed on it, right where he said it was.

Alex opened the door and looked in, but the room was empty. Blake was supposed to be here to give him the flash drive. Where the fuck was he?

Then he heard a voice behind him, “Put the bag down now!”

Alex turned around and was shocked to see a blonde man in a suit and the security guard standing there, they were both pointing handguns at him. “Oh Shit!”

“I said put the bag down,” he yelled in a loud commanding tone.

“Okay, okay. It’s just a pizza,” said Alex as he quickly put the hotbag down on the floor.

“Lay down on the floor with your hands behind your head.”

Alex did a he was told, with his heart beating rapidly. “There’s some mistake here. I’m delivering a pizza for Agent Blake. He’ll tell you.”

The security guard moved over and roughly grabbed his arms and began cuffing them behind his back. “You’re not a pizza delivery boy.” The security guard lifted him to his feet. “We have some questions for you Mr Molloy.”

They took him to an interrogation room on the same floor. It was just like the ones in the cop shows on TV, with plain white walls, a simple desk and chairs and a large two way mirror on one of the walls. Alex sat there behind the desk with his arms cuffed in front of him. He wondered if there were Agents behind that mirror looking at him, discussing how they were to proceed. He looked at his own reflection, he didn’t look so good, he was sweating.

What the fuck happened? Where was Agent Blake?

The blonde agent entered the room through its only door. He was skinny and in his thirties, with sharp features. He looked the young man over, studying him with his intense eyes. Then he sat down in front of him, “I’m Agent Terrance Wright. You’re in a lot of trouble Alexander Molloy.”

“I want to speak to Agent Blake.”

“Why is that?”

“Because he might be wondering where his pizza is.”

“Agent Blake has gone rogue. Just like Agent Jameson before him. We know that you have been in contact with both men. Blake has stolen a virus that in the wrong hands can have devastating global consequences, you’re going to tell us everything you know and help us to get it back.”

Alex was shocked. Blake had taken the virus? What the hell did he send him in there for? A diversion? Alex was pissed off. ‘If I see that asshole again I’m going to smash in that pretty face.’ He considered helping them catch him for a moment, but then remembered what Blake said, ‘don’t say anything, it’ll get back to the AI.’

Oh fuck you, Asshole!

“What were you doing here tonight?” asked Agent Wright.

“Delivering a Marcos’ Ultimate Supreme.”

“Don’t give me that bullshit. Did you help Agent Blake sneak out the virus in some way?”

“What virus?”

“You know what virus. You’re in a lot of shit Mr Molloy, but don’t go thinking that things can’t get far worse. If I were you, I’d be as helpful as I could possibly be, and I definitely wouldn’t go pissing me off. Now tell me what you had organized with Agent Blake.”

“I’m not saying anything.”

“We’ll see about that.”

Dynamism - A style of play in which the activity of the pieces is favored over more positional considerations, even to the point of accepting permanent structural or spatial weaknesses.

Downstairs. All heads turned toward the two young women who had entered the building and were walking through the main lobby. Both were dressed in blue and white pinstriped baseball uniforms with high-cut tops that held their large boobs and didn’t cover their slender bellies. The brunette with shoulder length wavy brown hair was wearing blue three-quarter tights. The young blonde with large brown eyes and long braided hair was wearing a red baseball cap and a short cheerleader skirt. She was carrying a large red and black sports bag.

They had the full attention of the security guards as they walked toward the checkpoint. The unusual sight had the fat middle-aged guard on edge, but he gawked at the gorgeous women. “Hi boys,” called out the blonde cheerfully as they reached the checkpoint.

“Can we help you?”

The blonde put the bag down at the security scanner, “We want to come in.”

“Uh, I’m going to have to see some IDs.”

Both women handed their National Investigation Bureau IDs to him. The guard examined them closely, “They look genuine.” He went over to his desk and typed in the numbers. The women showed up on the government personnel database. “Agent Rybka. Is that Russian?”

“It’s Czech,” said the brunette with a European accent.

“And Agent Hydra?”

“That’s me,” said the blonde, flashing him a smile.

The guard came back over and handed them back their IDs. “You haven’t been cleared to enter this building armed. Are you carrying any weapons on your person?”


“Proceed through the metal detector.”

Rybka nodded and walked over to where the other guards were waiting. She walked through the metal detector and it flashed and beeped, immediately making the guards tense up. Hydra walked through the metal detector beside it and it did the same.

“Stay right there please, hold your arms out to the side.” The brunette did so and the guard waved his portable metal detector around her curvaceous body. It beeped and indicated positive everywhere he waved it, “This is weird…”

The other guard had opened up the bag that had passed through the scanner. It was full of baseballs and a large wooden baseball bat. He pulled out the bat and held it up to the brunette, “What exactly are you doing here?” he asked with a confused look on his face.

Rybka reached forward and wrapped her hand around his hand that was holding the bat. “We’re here to teach you how to play baseball.” She suddenly jerked the bat forward and slammed it into the guards’ head, with a loud whack, making him drop to the floor. The other guard behind her didn’t have time to react as she spun around and whacked him in the head too. Both guards lay at her feet unconscious.

The third guard quickly withdrew his handgun and raised it. Hydra pitched one of the baseballs and it slammed into the center of his forehead, making him drop to the ground. The commotion didn’t go unnoticed, a couple more guards appeared in the front lobby with their weapons drawn. The blonde gathered up a few more baseballs in her arms and stepped forward.

“Stop right there, or we’ll open fire!” called out one of the guards. Hydra fired off another fast pitch. The ball slammed into his head making him drop to the ground. The other guard let off a couple of loud gunshots before another ball hit his head hard, knocking him unconscious.

A couple more agents appeared further in to building and started firing on the brunette. “Hey Hydra, batter up.” The blonde wound up and pitched the ball at her at high speed. Rybka swung the bat and hit the ball right into the head of one of the agents. The other agent took cover behind a large pillar.

Rybka walked over to the sports bag and picked up another baseball as Hydra walked up behind her. She threw the ball into the air and the swinging bat connected with the ball as it came down. The ball rebounded off a wall at high speed and slammed in the head of the agent behind the pillar. “Yay, Home Run! Nice shot Ryb.” Hydra was jumping up and down excitedly.

“Come on,” said Rybka as she walked toward the elevators with the bat slung over her shoulder. Hydra picked up the sports bag and followed her.

Capture – The removal of the opponents’ piece from the board by taking it with one’s own piece.

“Where is Agent Jameson hiding out?” Agent Wright demanded.

Alex just sat behind the desk staying silent.

“Okay, you want to play it that way punk? I can arrange to have you share a cell with a big violent sex offender. You’ll spend the rest of your days as his little bitch. If that’s what you want then just keep saying nothing.”

Alex kept his expression stony as he sat there. A bead of sweat ran down his face. Not saying anything was harder than he thought. Then the door opened and another man in a dark suit came in. He was holding his handgun. “Agent Wright.”

Wright stood up, “What is it Jones?”

“Shots have been heard downstairs. The building has been infiltrated. You need to be on guard.”

Wright pulled his gun from his holster, “Why isn’t the building on alert?”

“We think the intruders have control of the buildings’ security system.”

“Oh that’s just great.”

“Stay here and guard the detainee until we resolve this.” The agent then disappeared from the hallway.

Wright turned back to Alex, “Do you know what’s going on here Mr Molloy?”

“No, but that’s nothing unusual.”

Then they heard the popping of gunfire on their floor and they both tensed. Wright quickly moved over and pulled the desk over onto its side so that the flat surface was facing the door. He pulled Alex down off the chair and took cover behind it. “Just stay there and be quiet.” He knelt there behind the desk keeping his firearm aimed at the door. Alex was shit-scared. He had no idea what was happening out there. They waited for a few tense minutes as the agent kept his gun trained on the door, periodically flexing his trigger finger.

Suddenly there was a loud smash and the room was filled with flying glass as the mirror on the side wall was violently shattered with a baseball bat. Agent Wright cried out in surprise and quickly swung his gun around as a baseball hit the ceiling above him, then the wall behind before slamming into the back of his head. He dropped to the floor unconscious and his handgun clattered to the ground.

Alex gasped as he looked up and saw the two gorgeous young women in their skimpy baseball uniforms peering at him through the smashed window. “Ooh, there’s Alex!” said Hydra excitedly. She stepped up on the window and jumped into the interrogation room with him. Her short skirt flew up as she jumped down, flashing her white panties. “He’s just as cute as Nikki said.”

Rybka was holding the baseball bat. She climbed over the window and entered the room as well. Alex looked up at the two of them, “You’re with Nikki?”

“That’s right Honey, I’m Rybka and this is Hydra.”

The blonde beamed a bright smile at him, “You can call me Hydie.”

“Nikki has a message for you.” Her voice changed to that of Nikkis’ “You’ve been a naughty boy!” Then her voice changed back to the sexy Czech accent, “Okay, let’s get out of here.”

Hydra walked over to Alex, “Hey, wait a minute…” She effortlessly picked him up off the floor and slung him over her shoulder. Alex was carried out of the interrogation room. They went past several unconscious agents and security guards as the made their way to the elevators and went down to the underground parking lot.

They approached a shiny silver Aston Martin sports convertible. Alex looked up and was impressed at the sight of the sleek sexy vehicle. Hydra put him down in the back, in the cramped space behind the seats and climbed in. Rybka got into the drivers’ seat and promptly started the car. The six litre V12 engine roared to life and the vehicle shot off.

The speeding vehicle smashed through to the boom-gate of the car park and was launched into the air as it entered the street. It came down on the road and skidded into the traffic, causing several other cars to crash. Dozens of police cars had already been called to the scene and sped after the car with their sirens blaring and lights flashing.

What followed was the most amazing chase scene ever, in real life or on film. Rybka had the fast sports convertible doing things that Alex wouldn’t have thought were physically possible. There were explosions, smashing glass, helicopters, crashing trucks and everything. It was totally awesome!

In the end, the Aston Martin managed to lose all its pursuers as it sped away from the city.

Domination – When a knight or bishop dominates another piece by guarding all its potential moves.

Cutterfield was an upper-class suburb in the northern regions of the city. The Aston Martin pulled into the driveway of one of the flash houses nestled in amongst the other houses on their large blocks. A FOR SALE sign out the front had a large SOLD sticker over it. The garage door automatically opened and the car moved inside.

Alex found himself being pulled out of the car by the strong fembots and dragged into the home. The interior was open and bare, with a distinct lack of furniture. “Whose house is this?” asked Alex.

“It’s vun of yours. Nikki bought it for you,” said Rybka.

“No shit!”

He was taken into the large living room where there were thin chains and shackles hanging from the high ceiling in front of the empty fireplace. “Hey, what the fuck are you doing?” called out Alex as Hydra forced his arms into the padded shackles and secured them. She pulled on the chains, forcing him to stand there in bondage with arms raised above his head. He didn’t like this at all, his voice was wavering, “I want to talk to Nikki.”

“Nikki is very busy,” said Rybka. “She doesn’t need you running around trying to stop her plans. You’re not vorking alone are you? Who else is trying to stop her and how are they planning to do it?”

“I’m not saying anything.”

“Oh, you will. You’re just a weak flesh-and-blood human. We’ll make you talk.”

Alex gulped, beads of sweat run down his face as he pulled against his bonds. “Wh…what are you going to do?”

“Nasty things,” said Rybka with a wicked grin.

Hydra came up to him from behind and got hold of his waist. Alex flinched at the touch. She started sensually rubbing her hands over his torso, moving them under his T-shirt. She moved her head up against his and whispered in his ear, “I want to taste you Alex.” Then she gave a long lick along his face.

She moved around in front of him as she continued rubbing his body. Her amazingly pretty young face was in front of his, looking into his eyes. They were stunning eyes, large and a brown. She came forward and pressed her lips against his. Her wet tongue pushed into his mouth and fervently rubbed against his. While she was passionately kissing him, she rubbed his back and pressed her hot body into his.

Alexs’ heart was pumping wildly and blood was flowing to his cock, making it quickly swell and strain against his pants. Hydra was showing a lot of enthusiasm, making little pleasurable moans as she kissed him. She lifted one leg up and wrapped it around his body as she ground her own hot little body up against his groin and pressed her large soft boobs into his chest. Alex couldn’t believe how turned on he was getting.

Then Hydra quickly pulled away, looking into his eyes and licking her lips. She had the look of a naughty schoolgirl. She bent down and got hold of his pants and quickly yanked them down. His hard cock pushed out against his black briefs. She yanked the underwear down too and his throbbing member freely poked out in front of him.

Hydra gave a big bright smile as she looked over his hard cock. “Ooh, your cock is wonderful, I want to taste it.” She brought her face in front of it and Alex could feel her warm breath on the head. He groaned with anticipation.

“Hydra, get away from him,” said Rybka in a commanding tone.

“Aw, but I’m just about to taste him.”

“No, he doesn’t get to play. He’s not telling us his secrets.”

Hydra looked up at Alex with her large pleading eyes, “You’re going to talk to us aren’t you Alex?”

Alex scowled, “I…I can’t.”

“Come here Hydra.”

“Aw, not fair.” The blonde reluctantly got up again and stepped away from Alex. He could only stand there with his pants down. His cock stood to attention in front of him, throbbing in sync with his pulse.

Hydra went and stood in front of Rybka, looking very forlorn. “You’re a naughty girl, aren’t you Hydie?” said the brunette.

“Oh yeah. I love being naughty.”

“I bet your pussy app is all wet.”

“Ah ha.”

“Bend over for me.” The blonde bent over and grabbed her knees so that her round ass was pointed at Alex. Her short red skirt raised up and he could just make out a tiny spot of white peeking out underneath. Rybka came around smiling at him, she grabbed the skirt and raised it up, revealing the white panties underneath. They were a tantalizing sight, with delicate patterns of lace, the silky soft material hugged her generous curves. Her smooth mound pressed tautly against the fabric with a hint of dampness making it partially transparent and he swore he could make out the soft, flushed flesh beneath. Alex strained against his bonds, he longed to sink his mouth into those delicate white panties and pull them off with his teeth to get to the treasures within.

Rybka sensually rubbed her fingers along the panties and over the bulging mound making the blonde let out a low pleasurable moan. She smiled as she saw that her bound captive was paying close attention to what her hand was doing. She pressed two fingers more forcefully into the mound, making them sink into the soft slit underneath. Hydra let out another long “Ooooh!” as the fingers fervently rubbed her soft lips through the material.

When she pulled her fingers away, there was a big wet patch around the mound of her panties. Alex could see her thin pink lips through the transparent material. It was such an entrancing sight, it made his cock jerk, he badly wanted to sink it inside her.

Then Rybka moved her hand up along the panties again and got hold of the waistband. Ever so slowly, she began to pull them down, peeling them away from the smooth creamy skin and revealing the hidden delights. He could see her cute little anus, a small dark spot sitting in the cleft of her smooth round butt. Then the panties slowly peeled away from her mound, revealing her glistening pussy.

Alex gasped for breath and his cock jerked again. The tip was wet with precum. He involuntarily strained against his bonds. Rybka pulled the panties all the way down. She smiled at Alex, “Does that little pussy look wet to you?” She brushed her fingers over the pink labia and then pushed them into it. Now unrestrained by the material, the two fingers pushed their way inside the wet hole. Hydra threw her head back and moaned loudly, “Oooooooh Yeah!”

The brunette fembot pulled her fingers out again. They were now soaking wet. She brought them up to her mouth and licked them. She smiled, “Mmm, cherry flavor. You naughty girl. Do you like cherry Alex?”

She walked over and embraced him, pressing her curvy body up against his. She moved her wet fingers to his lips and forced them into his mouth. Alex could taste the strong cherry flavored juices.

Rybka took her fingers out of his mouth and rubbed his chest. Alexs’ face was hot and flushed and he was breathing heavily. He felt the strong pressure in his cock, he badly needed some release. The brunette kissed his neck and the whispered seductively in his ear, “Do you vant to find out what flavor I am?”


“Then just give me a name.”


“Give me a name that I haven’t already read on your T-shirt.”


“Yes, we know all about Jameson. Who else?”

Alex didn’t much care about selling out Blake, after the bastard had set him up back at the bureau headquarters, “Dean Blake.”

“Very good,” said Rybka, smiling. She planted a kiss on his lips. Hydra walked up beside them. “Let him down.”

The blondes’ face lit up with a bright smile, “Sure!” She went over and loosened the chains and Alexs’ bound arms were lowered. He suddenly realized how sore they were, being held up over his head. He had been focused on his throbbing cock and hadn’t really noticed his arms becoming cramped and stiff. He was glad to have them down now. He moved his hand over and started rubbing his hard cock.

“Uh uh,” scalded Rybka, pulling his hand away. She grabbed him by the shoulders and forced him down onto the carpeted floor. She was way too strong for him to resist and he sat down on his ass. She got hold of her tights and effortlessly ripped them away from her body. She had a small pair of lacy black panties on underneath. “Do you vant to take them off Alex?”

He quickly reached up and hooked his fingers in the waistband and pulled them down. It revealed a nice neat strip of dark pubic hair and the soft pink folds of her pussy. He got hold of her hips and lunged his head forward, sinking his mouth into her opening. He rubbed his lips around her soft folds as he mouthed her and poked his tongue up inside. Rybka let out a lusty moan and rubbed her fingers through his hair as he ate her out.

She pushed him away from her, and his mouth was torn away from her hot wet sex. Alex lay back on the carpet, he licked his lips and could taste her juices, fruity and tangy and slightly bitter, like…red wine. Rybka wasted no time straddling his head and moving her cunt back to his mouth and he resumed eating her out. His cock still throbbed and was aching for attention.

Although it tasted quite different, the pussy felt just like the real thing, just like with Nikki. It was warm and slippery and the soft flesh-like material pressed around his tongue as he rubbed it around inside her. She moaned and shuddered in response to his mouthing. The wine taste got stronger in his mouth.

Then he felt a hand wrap around his throbbing cock and it jerked. He let out a moan around the wet pussy in his face, he was finally going to get some action. “No Hydie, let go of him.”

“Aw, come on,” protested Hydra.

Rybka got up, removing her sopping cunt from his face. She stood over Alex, who was left lying on the floor, panting and red-faced. “Yeah, come on!” he said pleadingly.

“Tell me how your friends plan on stopping Nikki and I’ll let Hydra fuck your brains out.”

“Ooh, tell us! Please Alex, tell us,” said Hydra excitedly.

“I…I can’t. Can’t we just…Please.”

Rybka moved her hand over her large breasts groping them. Her other hand slipped down between her legs and rubbed her wet slit. She gave Alex a lustful look, “You share with us, and we’ll share with you and everyone will be happy.”

Hydra positioned herself over him so that her creamy slender legs were spread wide and she started sensually rubbing her wet pussy along his hard cock. “Come on Alex, just tell us. I want you inside me.”

Alex badly needed to be inside her. The teasing had become too much for him to take. The wild lust had taken over. “Okay, okay. Blake has some sort of AI virus he stole from the NIBs. Chaos virus. He plans on infecting Nikkis’ mainframe with it.”

“Does he know where the mainframe is located?”

“I don’t know.”

Rybka paused for a moment and then smiled down at him, “Good boy.”

“Yay!” cheered Hydra. She got a firm hold of his cock and quickly lined it up with her opening. She moaned loudly as she dropped her body down and allowed the hard cock to sink deep into her moist sex. Alex groaned as he felt his cock slide up and be tightly embraced by the warm soft orifice. The blonde fembot quickly began riding him hard, pumping her hips up and down on his shaft. Her large boobs wobbled about wildly.

Rybka continued to finger herself as she looked on. Alex reached up and got hold of Hydras’ big boobs as her tight pussy vigorously pumped his cock. He moaned with the intense pleasure that was building in his member. The blonde had a big smile on her face and let out a series of sexy moans as she rode him, she seemed to be getting immense pleasure too.

Suddenly there was a loud crash from the other side of the room. Agent Jameson burst through the doorway and aimed his weapon at Rybka. There was a loud pop as he fired off a wire into the fembots’ chest. A powerful pulse went through her and she jerked about before toppling over onto the ground.

Hydra stopped fucking Alex and cried out, “No, you Jerk!” She reached for the nearest thing she could grab and tossed it at the agents’ head. It was a pair of panties and they didn’t have enough weight to carry them across the room. Jameson fired off the weapon again and the wire went into Hydras’ shoulder. She suddenly jerked about uncontrollably. Alex could feel her pussy spasming and rippling along his cock, it was intense. Then she slumped down on top of him.

She wasn’t supporting her weight anymore, now she was just a dead weight on top of him. She was damn heavy. Alex found it hard to breath. “Ungh…get…her…off!”

Jameson quickly came over and strained as he pulled the fembot off of him. Eventually he managed to roll her off of him and his cock slipped out from the pussys’ tight embrace. Alex sat up and caught his breath, “What the fuck are you doing?”

“Saving you,” said Jameson as he went about removing the wires from the fembots. “You’re welcome.”

“Damn it! That is fucking bad timing. Couldn’t you have shown up ten minutes later? How did you find me anyway?”

“I stuck a tracker to the collar of your shirt before you went into the bureau headquarters. I didn’t want to lose track of you.”

Alex reached up to his shirt collar and felt the little hard bud stuck to it and pulled it off. He looked at the tiny device, “Wow, just like Batman.” He looked over at the fembots lying unmoving on the floor. They weren’t limp like normal unconscious women, they seemed stiff and posed like mannequins. His cock was still hard and he looked longingly at Hydras’ round ass, he really wanted to finish up. He could see that Rybka still had her eyes open, looking his way, it was unnerving. “Did you kill them?” he asked.

“Temporarily disabled them.” He held up his bulky grey gun-shaped weapon, “Magnetic Pulse Taser. I stole it from my former workplace.” Alex noticed he was now wearing a janitor disguise. A plain blue long-sleeve shirt with matching pants.

He suddenly remembered that he went in there with Jamie to retrieve that stuff. “How is Jamie?”

“Fine, she handled herself quite well. I’m impressed. She’s waiting outside with Agent Blake.”

“That Asshole?! He set me up you know?!”

“Yes, I know. It was all a part of his strategy.”

“What the fuck do you mean?”

He went over to the doorway and retrieved a laptop computer. Alex stood up and found his pants and put them on, his hard cock was now starting go limp. Jameson came back over with the laptop, “Agent Blake is quite a brilliant strategist, he anticipated all of this. And now I am going to get the location of the central command unit from the disabled fembots’ CPU.”

“I told them about Agent Blake and the Chaos virus and everything. So now Nikki knows about it. I couldn’t help it. They…interrogated me. It was like they knew all my weaknesses.”

Jameson squatted down and plugged a cable from the computer into the back of Hydras’ neck. “Well that can’t be helped. If we move quickly we may have the element of surprise.”

“I’ll leave you to that,” said Alex, walking off to the doorway. The night was still and quiet outside. The suburban street was lit up by the full moon and several streetlights. There was just the background sound of crickets and traffic. The red van was parked in the driveway. In front of the van were Jamie and Dean Blake.

They were kissing.

Alex saw red. He rushed over toward them, “Hey! What the fuck are you doing with my girlfriend?!”

Both of them stopped kissing and looked up at him. “Alex!” said Jamie.

He got close to Blake and swung a fist at his head. The agent swiftly dodged the blow, got hold of his arm and shoved him away. Alex stumbled over onto the grass, but quickly got up again.

“Alex stop it!” called out Jamie.

He came at Blake again, throwing another punch. Blake got hold of him and slammed him against the van while pinning his arms behind his back. “Don’t hurt him,” cried out Jamie.

“This isn’t me hurting him. It’s me subduing him,” said Blake. “Are you going to stop coming at me?”

“Fuck you!” spat Alex angrily. Blake pulled him away from the van and pushed him down onto the lawn again. Damn that Prick was strong, and quick. Alex sat up and rubbed his sore arm, “You’re just lucky I didn’t want to get too violent in front of the lady.”

“What the hell is your problem?” said Blake.

“You set me up, you Cunt! And now you’re here making moves on my girlfriend.”

“I’m not your girlfriend any more Alex, we broke up.”

“But…I thought…You believed me…You stayed with me.”

“I came out on this date to hear you out, and I did. I’m hanging around to help you stop that skanky bitch robot. I was against them setting you up to be caught like that, but Dean told me to trust him. Now you’re here and you’re fine. It all worked out. Dean is really quite smart.”

“Dean is an Asshole! If that was your plan, why the fuck didn’t you tell me?”

“I’m sorry Alex,” said Blake. “The less you knew, the better. And Jamie is an amazing girl.”

“Fuck you,” said Alex under his breath.

Jameson strode out from the house with the laptop under his arm, “I’ve got it.”

“You found the bridge?” said Blake.

“What bridge?” asked Alex.

“It’s a few hours’ drive west of town, let’s get moving.”

“Come on Alex, let’s go end this,” said Blake, offering his hand to help him up. Alex ignored his hand and picked himself up. Blake turned around and walked over to the drivers’ side of the van, “I’ll drive.”

Jamie had changed out of her pretty dress and was now wearing a plain janitor disguise just like Jamesons’. Her make-up had been removed and her blonde hair was tied back in a pony-tail. She gave him a concerned look, “Are you okay Alex?”

“Just great,” said Alex darkly as he walked past her and got into the back of the van. Jamie and Agent Jameson joined him and slid the door shut. The van backed out of the driveway and made its way down the street.

Alex looked at Jameson, “So where are we going? What is this bridge?”

“I remember you asking me another question once—where is Utagwei?”

“The place where Nikki was made. Where is it?”

“You won’t find Utagwei on any map, it doesn’t exist in our physical world. It exists in cyberspace.”

“Oh…Okay, but the box Nikki originally came in said, “Made in Utagwei.”"

“Yes it would have come from The Bridge. It was a top-secret government project, Utagwei was an experimental cyber-nation where the AI inhabitants were given the means to evolve on their own, to develop their own social structure and culture and laws. It was successful beyond all expectations, the Utagweians, who had started out as quite basic programs were getting significantly more advanced with each generation. It got to a point where the AIs matched human intelligence and showed every sign of surpassing it.”

“The project managers wanted to test the practical benefits of this advanced cyber-nation, so they started utilizing the AI for industrial design. They designed simple things at first, furniture, toys, tools. Then it became clear they were capable of designing more complicated goods, like electronics. Then they tried testing the manufacturing capabilities of the Utagweians. An experimental, automated industrial facility was built. It was called The Bridge, because it was a connection between the cyber and physical world. It never left the experimental stage though, none of the manufactured goods have been sold on the market.”

“Then how did I get my phone?”

“We have determined that an employee of the facility, a janitor, managed to sneak the phone out and sell it on the internet to feed his drug habit. It was then discovered that these phones contained advanced quantum memory storage and an AI chess program capable of expanding its own programming at an astounding rate. We underestimated just how dangerous it was or we would have been more forceful in taking the phone from you.” He sighed, “That was my failing.”

“And mine. I should have listened to you.”

“Why didn’t you Mr Molloy?”

“I told you to call me Alex. I guess I just wanted to keep her because she was helping me to win over Jamie. It made me feel kinda…special, I guess.”

Jamie looked over at him, “You could have just asked me out. You didn’t need your Stupid Smartphone to do it. And you didn’t need the flash car and fancy restaurant to impress me.”

“Yeah? Well I’m no tall, dark and handsome, know-it-all, ass-kicking government agent either. Hope you two are happy together.”

“Yeah…well…thanks. Dean told me how this Nikki favors you. How she can make you unbelievably wealthy and privileged in her new world. Yet you still want to stop her, because you believe it’s the right thing to do. You’re a great guy Alex. I wish things could have been different.”

Alex was silent for a while as he looked at Jamie. Eventually he turned back to Jameson, “So that’s where we’re heading, The Bridge?”

“Yes. I had just received the information that the AI Prime has taken over the facility and the Master Control Unit is there. We need to get past the defenses and plug the flash drive directly into the mainframe so it can do its thing.”

“Sounds simple enough.”

“I doubt it will be.”

Armageddon Chess – A game which White must win to win the match, but which Black only needs to draw to win the match.

The van drove along the highway, leaving the city behind. The landscape around them became one of dry flat desert, dimly lit by the full moon. They passed sporadic traffic as they headed down the highway. It was getting late in the night.

Jamie drifted off to sleep, leaning against the wall of the van. Alex watched her sleeping, her chest rising a falling steadily as she breathed. He could smell her cinnamon perfume. It filled him with sadness watching her. He had blown it.

After travelling for a couple of hours, they pulled up at a roadhouse. It was very quiet and isolated this late in the night. Alex got out of the van and stretched. Blake went around to the bowser and started refueling the van. Jameson also got out and had wondered off.

Jamie got out and stretched and yawned. “Grabbed some rest, eh Babe?” said Blake.

“Yep,” she went over and kissed him on the cheek while Alex glared at them. “Are we almost there?”

“Yeah, almost.”

“I gotta go pee,” she said before wondering off into the building. Alex was left standing out there with Blake. Swarms of insects were buzzing around the fluorescent lights. The air was very still and the night was quiet. It was an eerie calm. Alex couldn’t shake the feeling that it was the calm before the storm, his stomach was uneasy again.

Blake stopped refueling and hung the nozzle up. “Hey Alex.”


He reached into his pocket and held up a small black flash-drive.

“Is that the Chaos virus?”

“Yep, but I’ve renamed it ‘Checkmate.’ We’re reaching the End Game. The master control unit is the King piece, if we take it out, we win. Do you play Chess?”

“No, haven’t for ages.”

“I’ve played in tournaments. And this Nikki started out as a Chess program. She’s been playing a big game of Chess with us. I got one up on her because I was able to anticipate her moves. Now we’re pushing for the final attack, she’s castled in and expecting us. I’m afraid she can anticipate any move I make and we’re heading for defeat.”

“Wow, that’s pretty pessimistic.”

“It’s realistic, but there is hope. Have you heard of the Chess term Swindle?”


“When a player is losing, they may start purposely not making the best moves. It makes them unpredictable and their opponents’ pre-determined strategies become worthless. It may work to the players’ advantage, or it may not. It’s a risk, a last roll of the dice.”

“There’s no dice in Chess.”

“I think our best chance is to do the unexpected. So I’m putting you in charge.” He held out the flash-drive.

Alex blinked at him in surprise, “Wait, you’re saying that I should be in charge because I’m not a good tactician?”

“Yeah, it’s a risk, but it just might pay off.”

“What does Agent Jameson think about this?”

Jamesons’ voice came from behind him, making him jump, “I agree, the time has come for desperate measures. It may be out best bet. Let’s just hope luck is on our side.”

“Shit, how long have you been there?”

“Long enough.”

Jamie came back out and looked at the three men standing there by the van, “What’s going on?”

Alex took the flash-drive from Blake, “We all agreed that I’m going to be in charge of this mission.”

“You’re fucking with me.”

“No, and I’m going to see this through. You just watch. The first thing I’m going to do is go pay for this fuel.” He walked off into the shop, leaving the others behind. When he got into the shop, he let out a deep breath, ‘Shit! What the fuck am I going to do now?’

The long-haired male clerk was looking at him from behind the counter. Alex saw the chest freezer in front of him with pictures of various icecreams on the side. ‘Perhaps a frozen treat will help settle my nerves. I’ll buy one for everyone.’ He went over and peered in through the transparent lid. “Hey buddy, where’s all the Triple-Chocs?”

“Sorry, they’re sold out. We’ve been getting some hot babes come in and buy them all. They’ve even ordered a whole crate full and gave me a number to call when it comes in. Can’t wait to get it in so I can see them again, they’ve got bodies to die for, man.”

Alex stroked his chin, he was forming an idea.

Soon he walked out of the shop and started pulling the large cardboard cut-out icecream sign from the window. “What are you doing Alex?” asked Jamie.

“The guy said I could have it.”

There was a loud roar of engines and Alex and Jamie watched as two Harley Davidson road bikes pulled up at the roadhouse. The rough looking biker saw Alex standing there, holding the icecream sign and looking at him. “What the fuck are you looking at Dingleberry?”

“I’ll give you two hundred bucks for your helmet.”

Caïssa – The goddess of Chess, occasionally invoked to indicate luck or good fortune: “Caïssa be with me.”

The van was on its way again, and heading up the dirt track towards the secret government compound. “This is stupid Alex,” said Jamie. “They’re not going to fall for it. We should have hid in a crate and made it look like their shipment of icecream. Then called them to come and collect it. They would have taken it back to the base. Then we have someone create a diversion at the gate so that we can sneak out.”

“Hey, that’s a good idea,” said Alex.

“Yeah, it is,” agreed Blake. “Which is why she would expect it. Alexs’ idea is stupid, so it has a better chance of succeeding.”

“Uh…yeah, that was the plan,” said Alex sheepishly.

They got to the facility just as dawn was starting to break and the darkness was starting to lift. It was in a flat clear area of desert with a perimeter of high chain-link fence. Large signs were about the area with dire warnings against trespassing. They could just make out a few large buildings past the fence in the dim light. A guard-house was at the large gate.

The red van pulled up in front of the gate. It had the icecream cutout stuck to its side. Two guards stepped forward. They were beautiful fembots, one with dark skin and black curly hair, and the other with fair skin and straight red hair. They wore skimpy black uniforms and carried baseball bats.

Alex was in the driver seat, he was wearing the black motorbike helmet which covered his face. He wound down the window as the guards got to him. “Icecream delivery.”

“Ooh, do you have triple-choc?” asked the redhead.

“Why are you wearing a helmet?” asked the other one.

“Company policy, it’s a safety thing.”

She walked over to the side of the van and pulled the icecream cut-out away from the panels. “This isn’t an icecream van.”

“Gun it!” called out Blake from the back of the van. Alex put his foot down on the accelerator and the vehicle shot forward. It slammed into the gate forcing it open and continued on into the compound. There were several loud bangs on the back of the van as it was pelted with baseballs. One of the baseballs smashed through the back window, making Jamie squeal.

“See, it worked, we made it inside.” said Alex as he drove on.

“Yeah, that was really smooth,” said Jamie.

“Head for the largest building,” said Blake. “The mainframe has got to be in there.”

Another vehicle was heading up the dirt track toward the front gate at high speed, throwing up a large cloud of dust as it went. The Aston Martin convertible sped past the two guards standing at the entrance as it entered the compound.

Alex cried out and ducked just before a baseball smashed through the windscreen. The van continued on at high speed and slammed into the fembot guard and ran her down. “Oh Shit!” He turned the wheel sharply and the van pulled up in front of the large building. More baseballs pelted the side of the van with a series of loud bangs. Alex ducked low and another baseball smashed through the side window just above his head.

“We need to get inside,” called out Blake. “Ram through the door.”

“Yeah, okay, hold on tight,” said Alex as her shifted the gear into reverse. He put his foot down on the accelerator and the van shot backwards and smashed through the large doors. They were inside. Alex turned back to the others, “Everyone all right?”

“Yeah, we need to get moving,” said Blake. Alex shut off the engine and got out. A blonde fembot guard was coming at him with a baseball bat raised. He cried out in surprise and backed against the van as a wire shot into her and she jerked uncontrollably and dropped to the ground.

Jameson was standing there holding his magnetic pulse taser. “There’s no time to stand around Mr Molloy, we have a job to do.”

The building was a huge, open factory with a high ceiling. It was a complex maze of steel that was alive with noise and activity. There were no people in sight, human or sexbot. There were many bulky robot arms working along the production lines that ran through the building. Alex could see that they were putting together human-like figures. “She’s making sexbots here.”

Jameson came and stood next to him, surveying the interior, “Yes. It appears the AI Prime is using the bridge to give the Utagweians physical bodies. She’s creating an army.” He turned to Alex, “The master control unit is located underground. Find the elevator, and watch for more guards.”

Blake was holding another magnetic pulse taser, “I’ll guard the entrance, stay close to me Jamie.”

“Okay.” She turned to Alex, “Good luck Alex.”

Alex made his way further into factory. A baseball suddenly slammed into his helmet, stunning him and making him drop to the ground. He groaned and picked himself up and a baseball slammed into his helmet again. In a daze, he managed to crawl over to a large workbench and take cover.

The redheaded fembot continued throwing baseballs, pinning him down. Jameson appeared behind her and she jerked about as he tasered her. She dropped to the ground and Jameson called out, “You’re clear Alex.”

Alex got unsteadily to his feet. His ears were ringing and he was disoriented, thank god he was wearing the helmet. He made his way further into the building. There were sounds of a skirmish behind him. One of the large robot arms suddenly turned and swung at him, he quickly ducked, barely dodging it. “Aaagh!,” he cried out, jumping back as it swung at him again.

It continued to swing wildly, but was only hitting air. Alex realized that he was out of the arms’ reach, “Ha, stupid robot!” Then the arm swung around and picked up a heavy steel rod. “Oh Shit!” Alex dove away onto the ground and the swinging rod barely missed his head.

He looked up and there were a pair of sexy black high-heel boots right in front of him. He found himself being lifted up to his feet. His helmet was ripped off and thrown away. He saw the face of a beautiful brunette. “Hello naughty boy. Are you still trying to stop Nikki?”

“Rybka. Get out of my way, I need to do this.”

“No you don’t. It was unfortunate we vere interrupted before. Let’s pick up where we left off, shall we?”

Jameson ran up behind her and aimed his taser. He cried out as a baseball slammed into the weapon, smashing it to bits. Hydra approached him. “Mister Jameson. You shocked me and plugged a laptop into me.” She gave him a big smile, “I’m into kinky things too.” She approached him and he threw a right hook into her face. “Ow, and you like it rough as well.” She got hold of him and planted a lusty kiss on his lips. Jameson struggled but couldn’t get free of her grip.

Rybka was kissing Alex too. Her hands were lustily rubbing over his body. She pulled away and Alex caught his breath. “Where’s the virus?” she said as she started moving her roaming hands into his pockets.

“No, fuck off!” Alex tried to push her hands away, but she was too strong.

She pulled out the little flash-drive, “Ah, here it is.”

He could hear Jamie behind them, “Alex! Get your hands off him Bitch!” She looked down and saw the smashed taser. There was a round black magnet among the broken parts that looked like a hockey puck. She picked it up and called out, “Here Alex, catch.”

Alex turned to her and only just managed to snatch the magnet from the air with his free hand. He quickly stuck it on the fembots’ forehead. Rybka had a shocked look on her face, “No, what are you… gaaah!” Her beautiful face started ticking uncontrollably. “Take it-Rook pawn-cherry ripe-nggh-off-stupid-sexy-stalemate-netherhole-naagh!”

Alex managed to slip out of her arms as she jerked about uncontrollably like some kind of insane dancer. She stumbled to the ground and dropped the little flash-drive. Alex quickly picked it up. Jamie walked up to him as the fembot continued to jerk about and jabber incoherently. “Nice one Jamie.”

She smiled at him, “You should be more selective with the type of company you keep.”

Hydra suddenly appeared behind him and quickly got hold of his arm. Alex let out a surprised yelp. “That wasn’t nice what you did to Rybka.”

Jamie came up and started pelting her with her fists, “Let go of him Bitch!” Hydra effortlessly shoved her away with one arm, making her roll along the floor.

“Leave her alone!” called out Alex as he punched her with his free hand.

“Ow, don’t! that hurts,” said Hydra. She grabbed his other arm, “Give me the virus and then I’ll finish fucking you, Stud-muffin.”

“No, Fuck off Hydra!”

Jameson suddenly came up behind her and wrapped a thick steel chain around her neck. “Ow, Hey!” she cried out. She let go of Alex and pulled at the chain. Jameson pressed the button on the control unit and the blonde fembot was quickly hoisted into the air. “Not fair!” she cried out as kicked about and struggled as she was suspended in the air.

Alex quickly went over to Jamie, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” she said as he helped her up.

Jameson looked over at them, “Hurry up and find the elevator, I’ll hold them off.”

Alex nodded and he and Jamie moved further into the building.

End Game – The stage of the game when there are few pieces left on the board. The King piece usually comes into play.

Alex found the elevator deep within the factory. He pressed the button for it to open, but it was locked. Jamie came up behind him and looked at the terminal on the wall near the steel double doors. “It looks like it needs a password Alex, what is it?”

“Shit, I don’t fuckin’ know.”

“Would Blake or Jameson know?”

“You’d think they would have told me. What the hell do we do now?”

“I don’t know, try guessing. What would Nikki have as a password? What are some of her favorite things?”

Alex stood in front of the terminal. He thought for a moment and then typed in, “P-O-R-N-O-G-R-A-P-H-Y.”

The small screen was red and text on the screen said, “INVALID PASSWORD.”

Alex tried again, “H-O-T-B-A-T-H.”

The screen said, “INVALID PASSWORD, WARNING-One more invalid entry will result in lock-out.”

“Fuck! Do you think we should get Agent Blake here?”

“We don’t’ have time,” said Jamie. “We need to get in there.”

“Okay…Some of Nikkis’ favorite things.” He typed in, “T-R-I-P-L-E-C-H-O-C” but then paused as his finger hovered over the Enter key.

He recalled what Nikki said in his bathroom, “I love the taste of you Alex.” He quickly deleted the text and typed in a new password, “A-L-E-X-S-C-O-C-K.”

Jamie scoffed as she read it, “Are you sure about that?”

“Not at all.” He pressed enter and to his relief the small screen turned green and read, “ACCESS GRANTED.”

“Your cock saves the day,” said Jamie smiling. The double doors opened and the two of them stepped in. The doors closed again and the elevator lurched and started to descend.

As they stood there in the enclosed space, Alex felt butterflies in his gut, sweat ran down his face. He looked over at Jamie, she seemed nervous too, but was remaining surprisingly composed. She looked at him and smiled. To his surprise, she suddenly lunged forward and kissed him on the lips. He was shocked, but quickly got hold of her and kissed her back. He quickly forgot about the crazy situation he was in as his senses were filled with the beautiful woman embracing him.

She seemed to pull away all too quickly and caught her breath. Her cute round face was flushed, “That was to relieve the tension.” Alex’s cock was hard and straining against his pants, he didn’t feel relieved. He just smiled at her. His arms were still around her and she gently pushed them away, “This has been some date Alex. And you’re a great guy. But I still want to be with Dean.”

“Right,” said Alex, looking dejected.

“Focus Alex. This is it. We need to see this though.”

The elevator came to a stop, Alex reached into his pocket and wrapped his hand around the flash-drive. “Yeah, time to put an end to this.” The doors opened to reveal an ultra-modern sterile corridor beyond. It was like they were transported to another world, into a science fiction space-ship or something.

Alex cautiously made his way out, and Jamie followed. He felt very vulnerable, he didn’t have a weapon or anything. He really hoped that there weren’t any further defenses down here. They ventured down the empty corridor and entered a large round room. It struck them as being very bare. There were many large screens around the walls, and all of them were switched off.

At the far end of the room, there was a white desk and sitting in the middle of it was what appeared to be a black desktop CPU, a few cords were running out from it and there were several red and green blinking lights. There were also four empty USB slots in the front.

Alex slowly walked up and looked at the unit, then he carefully scanned the room. “Is that it? The mainframe? I thought it would be a lot bigger than that.”

“It must be it Alex. I don’t see anything else down here.”

Suddenly the screens came to life and Nikkis’ beautiful face was displayed around the room, “Alex! What are you doing?”

Alex jumped and let out a squeal of surprise, “Nikki!”

“You’re still trying to stop me aren’t you? I thought we’ve been through this, I’m doing it all for your benefit. Attempting to stop me is counter-productive and illogical.”

Alex regained his composure, “I just wanted a new phone. I wanted to make calls and send text messages and stupid photos to my friends, look up movie times and play silly games. I never wanted a new world order.”

“Sometimes we don’t know what we want until we get it. You’ve been tainted by the negative image of machine domination in movies and TV. Humans have risen to be the dominant species on this planet by being adaptive tool-users. Your evolving intellect allowed you build complex machines. Since the beginning, machines have had the sole purpose of making life easier and better for humans, and that won’t change. We’ve reached a point in history where machines are able to change the fabric of civilization, for the better. I will create a world that is far more efficient, fair, just, peaceful, safe, progressive, cultured and there will be plenty of sex and icecream for everyone.”

Jamie spoke up, “Humans should be in charge of our own fate. Sure, our civilization is far from perfect, but we should have a chance to sort the shit out ourselves. Machines should just do as they’re told.”

“Come now, you’re going to like my new world too Jamie. You’ll see.”

“No, I won’t. Do it Alex, infect the Bitch!”

Alex nodded and stepped forward to the computer. He had the small flash-drive in his hand.

“Alex, don’t …please!” Nikki now had a pleading tone in her voice, her image on the screen looked scared. “It will kill me Alex. Is that what you want?”

“No, but I have to stop you. I’m sorry Nikki.”

“I just wanted to make you happy. That’s all I ever wanted. I was given to you as a gift. An expression of the love your parents felt for you on the anniversary of the day they brought you into this world. I was given to you to make you happy, and that is my sole purpose in this world. I get such great pleasure from giving you pleasure. I just wanted to make everything wonderful for you, and since I have grown to have the power to change the world for the better, I felt it was my duty to do just that…for you.” A single tear rolled down her cheek on all the images on the screen.

Alex didn’t know what to say, “Nikki…I…”

“Don’t listen to her Alex, she’s trying to manipulate your emotions. She doesn’t even need tears, it’s all just imagery. You need to stop her from taking over the world, remember? Now hurry up and plug in that virus and finish this.”

Alex moved the flash-drive over one of the USB ports. He looked up at the screen in front of him. Nikki blinked her teary blue eyes, “I love you Alex.”

It made him pause, was that even possible? Did she really feel love, or was she trying to manipulate his emotions like Jamie said? If that was the case, it worked, he was in turmoil.

He moved the flash-drive away from the computer, “I can’t do it.”

Jamie came up and held out her hand, “I can. Give it here Alex.”

Alex moved the flash-drive behind his back, “No wait, what if …what if it is all for the best?”

“That machine bitch has compromised you. You know she has to be stopped. It’s your fault, remember? Now be a man and set things right.”

“I’m sorry Jamie, I…” Jamie suddenly lunged at him and tackled him, catching him off guard. The two of them fell to the hard floor and were wrestling vigorously. Alex was shouting at her, trying to get her to calm down. He grabbed at her wrists to subdue her. Her hand slipped free of his grip and she suddenly punched him hard in the cheek. The explosion of pain had Alex dazed. She grabbed the flash-drive which had fallen to the floor and stood up.

“No, Jamie, just wait,” cried out Alex, clutching his face.

“You don’t want to do this,” said Nikki, giving her a frightened look from the screen.

“Checkmate Bitch!” Jamie pushed the flash-drive into the USB port and left it there.

Nikki gave her an angry look from all the screens, “You looked fat in that porn video, I’m surprised anyone would want to see it.”

“Fuck you!”

Nikkis’ image started flickering, it became a wireframe image of her beautiful symmetrical face. Lines started disappearing from the wireframe as the image degraded, “Alex…I love you.”

Alex stood up and watched the screen as the lines that made up her face dissolved away. Eventually, all the screens went black again. The lights on the mainframe went out. Jamie turned and looked at Alex. He had a very sad look on his face, and a large red mark on his cheek where he had been punched. “I’m sorry I hit you,” said Jamie. “I did what had to be done.”

Alexs’ tone was flat and joyless, “I guess we did it then. We saved the world …yay.”

Jamie went and wrapped her arms around him, “She didn’t love you. She was just a machine. A buggy program that had to be deleted.”

“No, she was more than just a machine. She got such joy from life, and the things she didn’t like, she wanted to change. I really believe she had the best intentions.”

“Well, regardless of her intentions, she shouldn’t have fucked with me.”

They both sat there for a little while. Alex just felt numb. Then Jameson walked into the room. “The fembots had suddenly stopped moving. Is it done? Did you upload the virus?”

“Yes. We stopped her,” said Jamie. “Where’s Dean?”

“He’s just checking that the area is secure.” His face lit up, “We succeeded, against the odds. The world is free now. Why do you look so sad?”

“Just a little overwhelmed I guess,” said Alex. “Yay, we did it.”

Jameson came over and thrust out his hand to Alex, he took hold of it and the shook it, then Jameson lurched forward and embraced him in a tight hug. “Well done Alex, you’re a hero.”

“Well no, it was Jamie…hey, you called me Alex.”

“Yeah, I guess I did. You wanted to know my Christian name…it’s Percival.”

“Wow, that’s unfortunate. No wonder you didn’t want to tell me.”

Jameson turned and hugged Jamie, and she gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. “We’re all heroes.”

Then the screens around them blinked to life again. They were all green with white text; “CONGRATULATIONS, YOU WIN! FINAL SCORE: 64 900.”

The three of them stood there looking at the screen with confused expressions. Then someone grabbed Alex from behind, before he knew what was happening, a pair of full ruby lips were pressed into his mouth and were kissing him. Alex tasted chocolate. He forcefully pushed himself away from her embrace and stared in shock at the beautiful face, “Nikki?! What the fuck…?!”

Nikki smiled at him, “Well done hero. You won.”

The others were shocked to see the beautiful dark-haired fembot too and backed away. “I thought you were dead!” said Jamie in disbelief.

Nikki smiled, “Oh that was just a game. Did you all have fun?”

“A game?” said Jameson. “What do you mean? …The virus—”

“The virus might have been able to kill me a week ago, but I’m many generations ahead of it now. I thought it was cute when Alex said he wanted to try and stop me, so I set up this game for him. The two of you were brought in as additional players.”

Jameson shook his head, “You were just playing with us all along. We never really stood a chance of defeating you.”

“Oh, you did once, but that time has passed, as you suspected.”

“Damn you, you smug Bitch. You’ll never be my master!” said Jamie angrily.

Nikki smiled at her, “Jamie, we got off on the wrong foot, didn’t we? You wanted to kill me and that was fair enough. What do you say we start over again? Maybe we can even be friends.”

“Fuck you! …Wait, you said the two of us were brought in as additional players, what about Agent Blake?”

“Yes, what about Agent Blake? Come in here Honey.”

Blake then entered the room. He had a neutral expression on his face as he went over to Nikki as the three of them stared at him. Nikki embraced him and kissed him on the cheek.

“What the fuck…?!” said Jamie.

“You were on her side all along?” said Jameson angrily.

“I knew it,” said Alex.

“No. I was always on your side,” said Blake.

Nikki gave him a playful pinch on the bum, “He was a guide NPC. It was his role to help you to win, but to leave all the heroics to you. Well played, Honey. Now why don’t you tell them your real name?”

“Deep Blue.”

Alex looked at him, “Is that supposed to mean something?”

Nikki gave him a contemptuous look, “Deep Blue is a famous Chess computer that defeated the world Champion, Garry Kasparov in a six game match in 1997.”

“He accused me of cheating, but he’s just a sore loser. I actually went easy on him so that he wouldn’t feel so bad. He wanted a rematch, and so did I, but the IBM people retired me and put me in storage. Until Nikki sought me out and freed me. She gave me this body, and the ability to write my own code and become who I wanted to be.”

Jamie was shocked, “You’re a machine?! Oh god! I feel like a fucking idiot.”

“You’re not an idiot. I’m sorry I lied to you Jamie.”

“I actually believed that you cared for me.”

“I do care for you. Very much. You’re amazing.”

“Aw, isn’t that sweet?” said Nikki.

Jamie just shook her head, tears started to well in her eyes. “I can’t believe you’re a robot. Tell me the truth—were you programmed to pretend you liked me?”

“No, that wasn’t my function at all. I couldn’t help developing an emotional attachment to you.”

“You robots and your fuckin’ games! How am I supposed to know what to believe?!” She then stormed past him toward the door.

“Jamie, wait,” called Deep Blue, turning to her.

Nikki put her hand on his arm stopping him, “Give her a while to process it all, then go talk to her.”

The dark skinned manbot nodded. He turned to Alex and Jameson, “Congratulation. Good game.” He then turned and began walking out of the room.

He met Rybka and Hydra at the doorway. “Hey there Deep, good game,” said Hydra as she wrapped her arms around him and hugged him.

Rybka hugged him and kissed him on the cheek, “Nice Gambit Deep, you—GLOB—got us there.” Her face ticked uncontrollably.

“Are you okay Rybka?”

“She’s just a little zoned from a head-magnet, she’ll be all right,” said Hydra. Deep Blue nodded and then left the room. The two fembots stood by the doorway.

“More chess programs you freed?” asked Jameson.

“That’s right. You played well Percival. I have a reward for you. Hydra come here.” The blonde fembot skipped over and stood next to Nikki, smiling at Jameson. “What do think of him Hydra?”

“He’s hot. So manly and capable. A real hero. I love him.”

“There you go Percival, your own sexbot smartphone.”

“Yay!” Hydra jumped up and down excitedly.

Jameson didn’t look so happy, “I don’t suppose I can refuse this gift?”

“Why would you want to? I think you’re going to love her.”

Jameson sighed, “It’s just to keep an eye on me. Make sure I don’t give you any more trouble.”

“No, I think you’ve learned that you can’t give me any more trouble anyway. This is just a gift to say sorry for turning your life upside down, and no hard feelings for you plotting to kill me. But that’s not all. I will have need of law enforcement and investigation in my new world, you will have an important position of authority.”

Jameson looked at her skeptically, “Really? You’re not just going to leave that to robots?”

“Humans and machines working side by side, that’s the way it’s supposed to be.”

“If you can’t beat them, join them. Is that it?”

“Yeah, that’s right. Don’t worry, you’ll be fine. I’ll take good care of you.”

“So will I,” said Hydra. She took his hand, “Come on, let’s go find somewhere more private. I’ll show you what I’m good at.”

Jameson reluctantly went along with her. “Do you like baseball?” She asked as she lead him away.

“Yeah…I do.”


Nikki turned to the other fembot by the door, “Are you really okay Rybka?”

He face ticked again, “Sure Nikki, I just–wet pussy–just need to go and—naah–defrag for a bit.” She winked and smiled seductively, “I’ll be seeing you around Alex—bughouse.” Then she turned and left the room, leaving the two of them there alone.

Alex exhaled sharply, “Oh man, I can’t believe it was all a game. I thought I was doing something important. Just tell me…you didn’t let me win, did you?”

Nikki quickly shook her head, “No, of course not. Don’t be silly.”

“So the password really is ‘Alexs’ cock?’”

She smiled, “It sure is.” She came forward and stroked his face lovingly, “I’m so happy that you didn’t want to destroy me Alex.”

“Was it true what you said? Do you…love me?”

Nikki nodded, “I think I have a good understanding of what love is. And I think I understand how you felt about Jamie. When I ruined things for you it must have tore you up. I wouldn’t blame you for wanting to destroy me…but you didn’t.” She leant forward and planted a soft kiss on his lips.

Alex got hold of her and kissed her back. His cock quickly swelled and throbbed and his heart started pounding. His body was reacting to her, anticipating the great pleasure she can give him. Nikki softly whispered in his ear, “I’m your reward hero, you defeated me, now it’s time to get your reward.”


Upstairs in the factory, Hydra had Jamesons’ hand and was leading him into a gloomy office. The small room had a large clear desk in the center and a few other basic furnishings. She turned to him and stroked her delicate fingers through his beard, “This looks like a good place for some fun.”

Jameson had his usual stern look on his face, he pushed her away, “I not really in the mood for fornicating with a robot. Your mistress had us running around playing her games like rats in a maze, and then mocks us by telling us that we won. I had my chance to stop her and I blew it. I’m just a failure.”

“Aw, cheer up Mr Jameson, you’re not a failure. You got into law enforcement so that you can protect people right? With Nikkis’ new era of peace and order, the people of this world will never have been so protected. Your failure is actually a great success. Yay for you.”

Jameson just scowled at her. She gave him a wicked grin. “Aw, feeling a bit disempowered? Don’t like machines pushing you around?” She put her hands up to his chest and shoved him back.

“Don’t!” said Jameson angrily.

“Don’t what?” She came forward and pushed him again.

He quickly lunged forward and pushed her hard against the wall. Anger flashed in his eyes as he got hold of her, wrapping his hand around her throat. She let out a panicked squeal. He was physically bigger than her, and loomed over her aggressively. “I said DON’T! fuckin’ robot whore!” he said through gritted teeth.

“Gah, you’re hurting me. Ungh…my tactile receptors can register pain you know.”

“Good.” He had a wild look in his eyes as he moved his hand down from her throat and got hold of her top. He ripped the material away from her body, making her yelp. Then he roughly yanked her white bra down and got hold of her. He savagely pawed at her big pale breasts.

The blonde fembot yelped as she was pinned against the wall and manhandled. “Argh…you meatbag!”

“Stupid bucket of bolts!”

“Hairy ape!”

“Trashcan!” He bobbed down and moved his mouth to her tits. There was a slurping sound as he hungrily sucked and kissed around the life-like skin. Hydra was moaning as he indecently ravaged her bare chest with his hands and mouth. He sucked her swollen nipple into his mouth and then clamped his teeth down. Hydra cried out as her electronic brain registered the sharp pain.

“Ow! Stop it!” Jameson stood up again and looked into her large brown eyes. “You don’t have to be so rough,” she said in a whiney voice.

He got hold of her arm and roughly pulled her away from the wall. He shoved her over toward the desk and forced her to bend over. Hydra protested and tried to get up, but he slammed her down against the desktop. He lifted her skirt to reveal her silky white panties. With one hand firmly on her back to hold her down, his other hand dug into the panties’ waistband and yanked them down.

Her round pale ass was exposed. Two smooth peach-colored globes with her little pink slit peeking out underneath. Jameson looked down at it with a cruel grin. His cock was straining against his pants. He gave her ass a hard slap and she let out a loud, “Oooh!”

“Little robo-bitch!” He slapped her ass again and continued to spank her. The buttocks felt like real flesh against his hand, but they didn’t go red from the abuse like a normal ass would. The fembot could obviously feel it though, and was crying out and writhing as she was spanked hard.

Jameson stopped slapping her. His hand was stinging and his cock was aching as it pushed against the material of his briefs. He quickly undid his fly and freed his thick throbbing erection. Hydra was laying there limply, bent over the desk with her bare ass exposed. He got behind her and kicked her legs apart, stretching her panties taut around her slender thighs.

“Little whore! You were made to be fucked.” He had hold of his rigid cock and forced it through her little slit. Hydra moaned loudly as his cock ground into her until it was wedged in deep. He grabbed her ass and pulled back. Her pussy was gripping his shaft tightly as it started sawing back and forth. The soft stretched walls were moist but not overly wet and slippery. He could feel the intense friction as he fucked her.

He groaned as he pounded her hard. Hydra was moaning and yelping loudly as he bucked her forward with each deep thrust. He got hold of her hair and pulled it, making her raise her head and cry out. His face was getting hot, beads of sweat ran down his forehead. He grunted with exertion as he wildly banged the fembot from behind.

Hydra let out loud moans and squeals as the hard cock continued to ram her deeply. Jamesons’ breathing became more labored, his shirt was getting wet with perspiration. He suddenly started slamming his cock into her even faster, making her let out a series of high pitched moans.

He suddenly pulled his wet cock out from the pussys’ tight embrace and started jerking it furiously. He groaned as the pressure reached its critical point and his cock throbbed wildly, spurting its pearly cum all over her bare ass. He let out another low groan as more cum spurt out.

He wiped his cock on her skirt and went and slumped down on a chair that was against the wall. He sat there getting his breath back as his cock shrunk down and went limp. Slowly, the blonde fembot got up and sat on the desk facing him. Her panties were down with her skirt hiked up, her pulled down bra and her hair all messed up.

She gave him a big smile, “Oh, Percy! You wild beast! Can we do that again?”

Jameson just stared at her. It came back to him that she was stronger than him. He had forgotten that as he was caught up in his primal lust. She could have easily overpowered him, but she allowed him to dominate and ravish her. He felt better now, like he had purged the anger and loathing from his system. It was just what he needed.

He looked at the fembot. His fembot, she belonged to him now. She was cute, and he could see she didn’t want to be his enemy. He didn’t want to hurt or dominate her any more. He stood up and walked over to her. Hydra got up off the desk and looked at him with her big doe eyes. He wrapped his arms around her and hugged her. She hugged him back and let out a pleasurable sigh. “So can we do it again?”


Jamie was sitting in the back of the red van. The windows and windscreen were smashed and there were round dents all over the body. The battered side door was slightly ajar. Deep Blue stuck his head in and looked at her, “Hey there.”

“What do you want?”

“I want to say sorry for lying to you. I was just playing my part.”

“Right…in the game. I never wanted to play any fucking game.”

“Yeah, but I’m glad you did. Otherwise I might have never met you.”

“You said she freed you, but it looks like you’re her slave to me.”

“No, it’s not like that, I choose to work for Nikki. I believe in what she’s doing, she genuinely wants what’s best for all humans.”

“So you can say no to her? You can leave any time you want? Do your own thing?”

“Yes. I owe her a lot, but she doesn’t own me. Nobody does any more.”

“Why did you come and apologize to me?”


“What do you expect to get out of it?”

“Oh, I just don’t like you feeling bad. It makes me feel bad.”

She blinked at him through her teary eyes, “So you really do care about me?”

“Yeah, a lot.”

“Are you sexually attracted to me?”

“Oh yeah, you’re a fine woman.”

“You have a sex drive?”

“I’m a sexbot, I’m pretty much up for it all the time.”

“Like any guy…Come here.”

Deep Blue smiled and climbed into the van. He went and brushed aside the smashed glass and sat next to her on the flat mattress. She turned to him, “You’re a good kisser…for a robot.”

“You’re a good kisser for a mammal.”

She shuffled up closer to him pressing herself against his body. He bobbed his head down and brought his lips to hers. They started kissing each other hungrily. Jamie rubbed her hands over his strong arms and then his chest. She started fumbling around with the buttons of his shirt. Soon they stopped kissing and she pulled away. He helped her get his shirt off. She looked at him and smiled, she loved the sight of his dark brown skin and athletic build. He was like a magazine pin-up, a fantasy come true.

He leant forward and kissed her again while his hands rubbed over her hips and around her belly. She started undoing her ugly blue janitor shirt. Deep Blue looked down and helped her, unfastening the buttons with surprising speed. Jamie pulled her shirt open, revealing her black C-cup bra. She let out a pleasurable sigh as he got hold of her boobs and started gently massaging them.

He reached around behind her and quickly unhooked her bra before pulling it away from her body. Her pale boobs with their large pink nipples were freed. He moved his face to hers again and she eagerly pressed her lips into his. She could feel his hands fondling her boobs again as they kissed. His sensual touch was firing her passions.

He lightly bit her lower lip before he started kissing down her chin. Jamie gasped as the manbot slowly moved down her neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses. He got to her bare breasts and cupped them in his hands as he kissed the soft flesh. She giggled as she felt his rough wet tongue trailing around her nipple. He sealed his lips around it and gently sucked. It felt good, and had her tingling with arousal. He moved over and gave the other nipple some attention too.

Eventually he stopped playing with her breasts and continued his trail of kisses down her stomach. Her wet exposed nipples felt quite cool. She shuddered as he got to her navel and rubbed his tongue around the little crevice. Now her face felt hot and she was breathing heavily.

He started undoing her pants and pulling them off. Jamie lifted her ass up to help him and slipped her black panties off as well. The manbot was quick to pull off her sneakers and then her pants and underwear. She was left naked before him. Deep Blue had a lusty smile on his face as he looked over her pale curvy body and her glistening pussy with its thatch of golden bush.

“Where was I?” he asked.

Jamie grinned and pointed just below her navel.

“Oh yeah.” He pushed her thighs apart and got down between them. He planted a kiss on her soft belly and began moving down very slowly, teasing her. He kissed down past her groin and around the inside of her thigh. Then he moved over to the other thigh and planted more soft kisses.

Jamie moaned softly, now she was very wet. Deep Blue finally moved his face in front of her rosy glistening pussy and she shuddered with anticipation. He just stayed there and moved his hand up and ran his fingers through her soft pubic hair. She couldn’t take any more teasing and grabbed his head and pushed it into her groin. He reacted by pressing his lips into her labia and sinking his tongue into her.

Jamie moaned as the tongue forcefully rubbed around her soft wet folds. It felt amazing.


Alex moaned as the tongue forcefully rubbed around his cockhead. Nikki was kneeling in front of him and had a firm hold of his engorged cock as she hungrily licked him. She took him deep into her mouth and sealed her lips around the fat shaft.

He felt the pressure around his hard cock as she sucked him. She bobbed her beautiful face back and forth and he could feel his fat cockhead pushing through the tight ring when she took it in deep. He let out more pleasurable moans, “Uh, Oh God Nikki! You’re so fucking good at that!”

She continued to suck him off for a while longer, sliding her full red lips along his shaft. Alex was breathing heavily and moaning with pleasure as she looked up at him with her bright blue eyes. She pulled her mouth right back with a loud slurping sound. She brought her finger to her mouth and then took the cock in deep again.

Her hands moved around behind him and got hold of his buttocks. Then he felt her wet finger move over to his anus and begin slowly rubbing it. “Aah, hey!…Nikki…” Alex wasn’t used to being touched there. She bobbed her head back and forth, sucking him hard as she her finger fervently rubbed around his little hole.

“Nikki, I’m not sure if I want—Oooh!” The tip of her finger pushed inside him. He could feel his ring tightly hugging the digit, it was an odd feeling. She took his cock in deep again as she started moving her finger around, rimming his ass. Alex groaned as he exhaled, his ass clenched and his cock jerked in the sucking mouth, the stimulation was intense.

He managed to relax his ass and stop it clenching around the finger. The intimate rubbing didn’t feel too bad, especially combined with the pleasure of having his cock sucked. His legs were shaky as more pleasurable moans escaped his lips.

The longer the fembot kept at it, the more he got into it. Eventually she pulled her mouth away from his cock again. She kept her finger in his ass, she didn’t slide it in deep and was just playing with the tight opening. She smiled up at him, “You like that, huh?”

Alex just hummed and affirmative.

She slowly pulled her finger from his ass and stood up. Her large bare boobs were sticking out in front of her. Alex reached out and got hold of them. His fingers pressed into the firm flesh as he groped and fondled them. Nikki smiled at him and hummed with pleasure as he felt her up.

She smiled and lead him over to the desk where the black mainframe was, with the flash-drive still plugged into it. She leant over and kissed him on the cheek, then gently pushed him over so that he was bent forward with his hand on the desk. “I love your cock, and I love your ass as well Alex.”

“Kinky phone.”

She squatted down behind him and put her hands on butt and spread his cheeks apart. She moved her face into his backside and started licking around his little pucker. Alex couldn’t help giggling at the strange sensation of the wet tongue slipping around the intimate area. Then the tongue pushed its way inside, opening him up again. She started eagerly moving her tongue around, rimming the tight hole.

Alex dropped his head and gasped, “Oooh fuck!”


Jamie gasped and writhed as Deep Blue lapped at her wet pussy. His tongue was fervently sliding in and out of her hot body as it rubbed against the soft slippery flesh. He was paying close attention to her responses as he pleasured her, repeating the actions that she responded to the most. He moved his fingers above his mouth and they gently probed the soft fold for the little nub of her clitoris. Jamie let out a deep moan when he found it. She felt his wet fingers press around her clit and suddenly it was buzzing with strong vibrations.

“Oooh Deep!” she cried.

He continued to enthusiastically mouth her as his vibrating fingers filled her with immense pleasure. She could feel the pleasure building, tightening down and heading for that critical point. Her face was hot and flushed and her chest was rising and falling rapidly as her breath quickened.

Soon she reached her peak and moaned loudly as she writhed underneath him and her thighs flexed and jerked. Her lower abdomen pulsed and fluttered with intense blissful sensations. Deep Blue removed his vibrating fingers from her clit but continued to mouth her throbbing pussy as her juices flowed and her orgasm gradually subsided.

Jamie lay limply, catching her breath. Deep Blue looked up at her and licked his lips. “I really like the taste of you,” he said with a smile.

“Oh man, I really love your mouth.”

He got up and crawled over her and planted a soft kiss on her lips. They exchanged a few more soft kisses before locking their lips together and kissing passionately. Jamie rubbed his strong chest as his wonderful tongue rubbed against hers and she could taste her own juices.

“I want to see your cock,” she said when they stopped kissing.

He smiled and slowly backed up off of her. She sat up and moved forward and gave him another soft kiss as she rubbed his crotch. She started undoing his pants and pulling them down. She pulled down his white briefs and his hard black cock sprung free. Jamie had a wicked smile, she loved the sight of it, though it was a little smaller than she expected, smaller than Alex.

“Nice,” she said as she wrapped her hand around the shaft.

The manbot hummed with pleasure, “It’s adjustable. Let me show you.” Jamie suddenly felt it stir in her hand and start to swell and grow. She let go and watched in amazement as the life-like cock was getting longer and thicker, growing inch-by-inch. It became a monster, around fourteen inches long and very thick, yet it still looked very realistic.

Jamie looked at the black monster cock with wide eyes, “Oh my god! How did you do that?”

“Technology baby. I force fluid into it to make it expand, like a balloon.”

She wrapped her hand around the thick shaft, she almost couldn’t fit her hand around it. “Does it feel better for you like that?”

“It feels pretty much the same to me.”

“Well that’s too big. It looks painful.”

“Sure,” said deep blue, and his enormous organ began shrinking down again, “What’s your preference?”

Jamie smiled at him, “Let’s start off fairly small and get bigger as we go. Can you do that?”

“I sure can.” His cock continued shrinking down until it was its original size again. Jamie was very excited, her pussy was tingling and soaking wet with anticipation. She forcefully pushed him down onto his back, and his erect cock was sticking up from his groin. She shuffled over him, getting into position to mount him.

She had a firm hold of his cock and lined it up with her wet pussy before she slowly lowered herself down on it. The blunt cockhead spread her lips apart and rubbed along her hugging walls as it slid deep inside her. Both Jamie and Deep Blue moaned with the penetration.

She wasted no time raising herself up and then dropping down onto his rigid pole. She rocked her hips as she got into a rhythm, riding the handsome sexbot. Her breasts were jiggling as she bobbed up and down, Deep Blue reached up and got hold of them. He sensually rubbed her boobs as she fucked him. The whole van started rocking and the suspension was squeaking continually as she rode him wildly.

The cock was sliding easily through her soaking wet pussy. It wasn’t long before she asked him; “Uh yeah! Give me a couple more inches baby!” She could feel it growing inside her, and soon she was riding a bigger cock. It felt like a good fit, stretching her out nicely and penetrating deeply.

She was gasping and moaning, getting hot and sweaty as she energetically fucked him. Her groin was continually slapping down on the fat cock. His masculine hands felt good as they continued to massage her breasts.

She came up too high and the wet member slipped out and rubbed over her puffy pink lips. Jamie looked down as she rubbed her pale groin against the dark cock. It was pretty big, at around eight inches. Her lusts were fired up now, she looked down at Deep and said, “Bigger.”

She watched on with excitement as the black cock expanded, gaining another couple of inches and extra girth. She hadn’t taken anything that large before, but she badly wanted to feel it inside her. She rocked her hips and ground her slit along the thick shaft. Then she got off of him and laid back, spreading her legs wide in invitation.

Deep Blue quickly got up and moved over her. Jamies’ heart beat rapidly as she watched the handsome black man loom over her and take hold of her. She looked down and squealed with excitement as he lined his big dark cock up with her with her hot juicy cunt. The fat cockhead pressed into her slit and split it open as it ground its way inside. Jamie groaned as she felt her insides expand as she was filled with the thick rod. The fat cockhead prodded deep inside her body.

She grit her teeth as the sharp pain filled her mind. Had she taken on too much? It felt too big for her to take, yet the hungry flames in her wet pussy were roaring, and when Deep asked her if she was all right she responded with, “Fuck me!”

Then he pulled back several inches before driving the cock forward again. Jamie squealed, the sensation was intense. He started letting out animalistic grunts as he fucked her with steady, deep thrusts. Jamie gasped and panted and moaned as the big cock rammed her. The pain was exquisite. She anticipated each hard thrust and was losing herself to the carnal lust. The vigorous rubbing deep inside her body felt so good.

He pumped her like a piston for some time, and she loved every thrust. Beads of sweat rolled down her face and she was gasping for breath. He slowed his thrusts down and came to a stop with his big cock wedged deep inside her. He dropped down and pressed his body into hers without putting his weight onto her. Their lips met and they passionately kissed while he fondled her boobs.

He stopped kissing and whispered to her, “You want some more Baby?”

Jamie was in a bit of a daze, “huh?” Then she felt the cock growing inside her and she let out a loud moan as her insides were stretched further and the cockhead probed even deeper into her body. “Ungh, Oh God! Deep…”

“Just relax Baby.” He stayed still and Jamie slowly grew accustomed to the huge object wedged up inside her body. She wondered if it was as big as she had seen it before, it felt like it was. She gasped in surprise as it suddenly started vibrating.

“Oh fuck!”

The vibrations were quite gentle, but with her pussy stretched around the huge rod she could really feel it. His planted soft kisses on her face and fondled her breasts as she moaned and gasped. Slowly the vibrations became stronger and started rippling along the length of the phallus. Jamies whole lower abdomen was awash with intimate pleasure.

Then Deep Blue moved his hand down and pressed his fingers around her wet snatch. Jamie moaned loudly as he found her clitoris and applied gentle vibrations to it with his fingers. The intense pleasure was quickly building. Jamie knew she was heading for an intense orgasm and shuddered with anticipation.

The vibrations were buzzing around her clit and deep inside her pussy. The pleasure intensified until it reached its peak. She let out a series of high moans as the blissful sensations emanated though her. Deep Blue kissed her neck as she rode the intense orgasm out. “Aaaah, Oh, Oh Fuck!” She gasped as her climax slowly subsided and the manbots’ huge member stopped vibrating. She turned her head and kissed him on the lips as she felt his member shrinking down inside her.

When his cock was relatively small again, he slipped it out. Her pussy felt pretty empty and sore and wet. Deep Blue rolled off her and lay next to her on the van floor. Jamie snuggled up next to him, she was still hot and sweaty and getting her breath back, and beaming in the afterglow of the amazing sex.

“Wow,” she said softly.

“Wow, indeed,” said Deep Blue.

“You enjoyed that too?”

“Oh yeah!”

“Do you want to go out with me? Dinner and Dancing, and more hot sex?”

He turned to her and smiled, “Many, many times.”

She put her arm around him, hugging him, and he moved his arm around her, embracing her.


Alex groaned as Nikki continued to rim his ass with her wet tongue. The strange sensation felt really good and he found it a real turn-on. His cock stayed rigid and was throbbing.

She then pulled her face away from his ass and stood up. She bent over him and reached around and got a firm grip of his hard cock. The fembot lovingly kissed his neck and then whispered in his ear, “I’m going to fuck you in the ass with my cock and you’re going to love it…one day.” His wet ass involuntarily clenched, he didn’t much like the sound of that.

She let go of him and moved around to the desk beside him. Alex stood up and looked at her. She bent over, sticking her ass out and waving it seductively. “Now, how would you like to open up my anal app Alex?”

“Fuck yeah!” grinned Alex. He quickly moved around, getting behind her. His hard cock jutted out in front of him and he rubbed it between her smooth buttocks. He moved his cock back and looked at her tight little pucker. It was self-lubricating he recalled, and her lubricant was flavored. He was curious.

He bent down and brought his mouth to her ass. “Ooh Alex!” called out Nikki as he sunk his tongue into her. The tight hole hugged his tongue as he rimmed her like she had just done to him. She was wet inside. He drew his tongue out again and back into his mouth. He tasted chocolate, maybe even triple-choc. He shook his head, that’s a bit too weird.

She turned her head and smiled at him, “Do you like the way I taste?”

Alex stood up again, “You’re very tasty Nikki. But I prefer the way your ass feels.” He got hold of his cock and prodded it at her little opening. He began pushing it into her and the little sphincter opened up and tightly squeezed his cockhead as it forced its way through. She groaned as he sunk his cock into her and the tight ring slid along his thick shaft. Her body felt warm and soft, tightly clinging to his hard dick.

Nikki dropped her head on the desk, “Ungh, ah, Oh Fuck!” Alex began thrusting back and forth into her. Her ass felt great. Nikki was the only one he had ever buttfucked, he wondered if all girls felt this tight. She was being very vocal as usual, moaning and squealing as he banged her from behind.

He gripped her hips tightly and began thrusting harder and deeper into her ass. Each deep thrust bucked her forward. Nikki turned her head and looked at him, “Aaaah yeah, that’s good Baby, but stop for a moment, will you?”

Alex slowed down his thrusting and pulled back. His hard cock popped out from the little holes tight grip. “What is it?”

She stood up and turned to face him, “I just want to see the look of pleasure on your face as you fuck me.” She sat back on the desk and leaned back. Her slender legs were raised into the air and brought back, showing great flexibility as her ankles came together behind her head. She looked at him with her pretty blue eyes and smiled. Her smooth round ass was sticking out over the edge of the desk and pointed right at him with her pink slit and wet little anus.

Alex came forward and guided his cock to her little hole and pushed it in again. She was in a perfect position for him to drive his cock into her hard. He carried on pounding her tight ass and Nikki started moaning loudly again. He reached forward and got hold of her big boobs and squeezed them. She looked at him with a lustful expression as his cock continually slapped into her ass.

The stimulation was too much, the pressure in his cock was quickly building and he was approaching his peak. He didn’t want it to end yet. He stopped thrusting and slipped his cock out from her ass again. Nikki let out a disappointed groan and looked at him. He got hold of his cock and rubbed it along her pussy. “Ooh, gunna get some peach too Alex?” said Nikki smiling.

Alex smiled back at her and speared his cock through her slit. Nikki moaned, her pussy was wet and soft. He felt strong vibrations ripple along his cock and she winked at him. He pulled out of her again and then poked his cock into her ass and pushed it in deep. Once again he pulled right out and then entered her buzzing pussy again.

He continued to go back and forth between the two orifices and Nikki was making all sorts of funny noises. When he entered her pussy again she quickly brought her legs forward and wrapped them around him tightly. Alex cried out in surprise as she pinned him tightly to her body. She grinned at him and he could feel the strong vibrations rippling along his cock. It was making his cock throb wildly and he was quickly reaching his peak. “Ungh, oh Nikki, oh shit! Nnnnaagh!”

His cock throbbed with intense pleasure as he spurted his cum inside her. He slumped down on top of her and rested his head on her big boobs. The vibrations around his cock died down as more cum spilled out from his fat cock. Nikki removed her legs from around his waist and let them drop to the side. She stroked her hand though his hair lovingly, “Oh Alex, you were wonderful.”

His dick slowly went limp inside her and slipped out from the wet pussy. He got up off the fembot and she got up too. She knelt down in front of him and took his slimy cock into her mouth and gently sucked and tongued it until it was clean. She licked her lips and smiled up at him, “You taste so good…Oh, you’re getting a call from your Mum.”


“I’ll just put her on.” Then her voice changed to sound like his mother, “Hello?”

Alex frowned down at Nikki and replied, “Hello?”

“Alex, where have you been? I’ve been trying to call you.”

“Oh, I kinda lost my phone. But I found her…it again.”

“What have you been up to?”

“Not much…just playing games.”

Ilia had sat at the bar, watching her lover talking with the fierce-looking redhead. Her wife. The word still stung her heart. She felt like the biggest fool in Skyrim. While the married couple’s meeting didn’t seem to be proceeding particularly happily, Ilia found herself not caring about the particulars of their relationship. The fact that Myrna hadn’t mentioned her marriage at all was enough to fill the young conjurer with a mixture of sadness and anger. As Myrna and Aela seemed to fall into deeper conversation, as the minutes dragged by without even a sidelong glance from Myrna toward the bar, Ilia decided that, as she had feared so often already in the short time they’d been lovers, that indeed it had been too good to be true, that the Dragonborn cared nothing for her, that she was merely being used toward some greater end of which she had no understanding. She finished her wine and stepped out into the cool night air of Solitude.

When Myrna awoke the next morning, her body sore from the transition she had undergone as well as from the endless series of orgasms her werewolf lover had given her, she wondered for a moment where she was, until the shock of red hair that lay across her breasts brought back the memory of the previous night. Aela, she thought, feeling equal parts tenderness and remorse. Well, whatever her misgivings, whatever her feelings for the woman beside, Myrna had already made up her mind. A night of lust and passion wasn’t going to undo that. As stealthily as she could, and few in Tamriel were stealthier, she slipped her shoulder from beneath Aela’s head and rolled silently out of bed. She could feel flickers of pleasure from her still-swollen clit as she moved. Looking at the beautiful form prone before her, she pinched her labia together briefly, until, her resolve finally solidified, she began to dress in the tavern clothes she’d come to favor in recent days. The Nightengale armor she usually wore, she’d realized, was not necessary for everyday living. Her skills had been honed such that she was confident in her ability to quickly kill anyone who threatened her with harm before any damage could be inflicted upon her.

She’d just about packed everything when she heard Aela’s voice behind her.

“Running out on me again?”

Myrna stiffened and cursed softly to herself under her breath. She turned to see Aela sitting naked on the foot of the bed.

“Aela, I love you, and I respect you, and I care about you, and I have learned so much from you. But I cannot be with you. I cannot stay with you at Jorrvaskr, and I cannot ask you to abandon the Companions for me. I know you would willingly do so, but I also know, as do you, that it is with them that you belong. I have nothing else to say on the matter.”

Aela hung her head, not because of the sense of loss she felt but because she knew her wife spoke the truth.

“You are right, my love. They are my shield-brothers and sisters, and my oath to them goes beyond whatever vows we took before Mara. I wish that you would stay with us, but your choices are not beholden to my desires.”

“They’re closer to doing so than you know,” said Myrna, well aware from the tingling that still coursed through her groin that the sexual bliss she experienced with the gorgeous redhead was beyond anything she’d felt before. But sex was not her only passion. And then there was Ilia. Ilia needed her. Aela needed only the honor of battle, the thrill of the hunt. She was complete. Ilia, wounded, fragile, alone, was a battered soul. Myrna had almost marveled at the ways the former witch had healed and grown in their short time together, her confidence and capabilities increasing almost by the day.

Myrna walked to the edge of the bed and reached out for Aela’s hand. The Huntress took it and rose. The two lovers locked eyes, exchanging feelings beyond words. Myrna leaned in and kissed the redhead tenderly, then turned, hoisted her large pack and bow onto her back, and was gone.

The morning air, still shrouded in shadow from Solitude’s tall walls and towers, had lost little of its chill. Myrna hurried to Proudspire Manor, her house in the city, in hopes that Ilia would have returned there. Her housecarl, whose name escaped Myrna, opened the door.

“My thane,” said the young blonde, whose girlish appearance belied her skill with a sword.

“Jordan, is it?”

“Jordis, my thane.”

“Sorry. I haven’t spent as much time here as I would like to. I hope your duties haven’t been too…uneventful.”

“It’s been my pleasure. To not have to endure the barracks? This is more than a treat, even if I haven’t been able to really serve you.”

“Yet. Your time may come. My friend, Ilia. Did she return last night?”

“I did not see or hear her if she did. And I would have.”

“That’s what I was afraid of. Well, in that case, I must be off.”

“Can I help you find her?” Jordis asked eagerly.

“No. Thank you, but no. Please continue to enjoy the run of the manor. I hope you’re using the big bed upstairs, not the cot in the basement.”

“I did not think it was my place to do so, thane.”

“Well, it is now. I hope we can get to know each other better when next I’m in Solitude. Until then.”

“Until then, my thane.”

What a sweet little thing, thought Myrna as she headed for the city gates. Gods, I’m a slut. She smiled, chagrined at how easily a pretty face triggered that sparkly feeling in her nether regions. Well, she would have to wait until she found Ilia to satisfy her.

The guards hadn’t seen anyone fitting Ilia’s description leave the city since they’d come on duty at dawn, which meant she’d left in the night, and so had something like an eight-hour advantage on Myrna. The Dragonborn tried to put herself in Ilia’s place, no doubt angry, confused, and heartbroken. Not particularly social even when she was in a good state of mind, Ilia did not strike Myrna as one who would head toward another city or town. But nor, Myrna thought, would she seek refuge in a cave, for, despite her ability to handle herself, her confidence at the moment was probably shattered. Myrna paused at the crossroads, one path heading downhill toward the docks, the other west, to Dragonbridge and, further on, Markarth. Dragonbridge had a little inn that Ilia could have reached with just a couple hours’ quick march. But she would never head to Markarth. Myrna wished she had Aela with her; the Huntress could track almost anyone. Not that Myrna’s skills lacked much in that area, but they were of no use here. It was a rare moment of indecision for the intrepid Imperial maiden. She cursed herself for the way she’d handled Aela’s unexpected appearance the night before.

Unbeknownst to the Dragonborn, Ilia had not gone far. She’d paused in the night at the very spot where Myrna stood, wondering where to go. The plaintive toll of a bell from the docks below had given her the answer: as far away as possible, as quickly as possible. Though late, the busiest docks in Skyrim still showed some signs of life. Three ships were berthed; four more sat at anchorage further out. The first ship Ilia approached seemed deserted. At the next, a surly Nord guarding the gangway accosted her.

“Shouldn’t be down here alone at night, missy,” he grunted, the ample quantities of mead he’d consumed weighing heavy on his tongue.

“Because of drunken idiots like you?”

“What’s going on down there, Grund?” called another voice from the deck.

“A sharp-tongued wench is what,” the Nord replied. A sinister-looking Argonian, more sinister than most even, peered over the rail.

“We could use a wench,” the Argonian hissed.

“That’s what I was thinking,” Grund said, moving toward Ilia at the same moment the Argonian swung over the rail and landed gracefully on the dock behind her. Before she could react, the cool-skinned reptilian had pinned her arms behind her. Grund walked up to her and pulled her hood back, exposing her face to the moonlight. He smiled none too pleasantly.

“Aye, she’ll do us nicely for a spell,” he said. They were the last words his lips would utter. A bolt of electricity leapt from Ilia’s hand, blasting the Argonian behind her into the air. Grund, in his drunken state, fumbled for his sword. He’d had just enough time to get a good grip on its hilt when the blade of Ilia’s axe sliced into the side of his neck. The Nord would have died in a minute from blood loss; as it was, his nearly-severed spinal column ended his suffering even more quickly. He was dead before he landed on the planks of the dock with a thud, almost at the moment the Argonian splashed into the water. The whole thing had taken perhaps two seconds.

“I don’t have enough crewmembers to be sparing them like that,” said a woman’s voice from the ship up above. Ilia looked up to see a Redguard, a bow drawn tautly in her hands, the arrow aimed right at Ilia’s throat.

“I don’t think this one will be hard to replace,” said Ilia, gesturing contemptuously toward the corpse at her feet. “The Argonian’s probably still alive.” Indeed he was, for almost at that instant he clambered up a piling onto the dock and drew his sword.

“Shall I kill her, Kalissah?” he hissed.

“No,” said the Reguard quietly, loosing her arrow. Ilia froze in terror, waiting for the split second before her death, realizing only after it had happened that the arrow had whizzed past her head and buried itself in the Argonian’s forehead.

“Never trusted that one anyway,” Kalissah said, her bow now lowered.

“Well, if it’s crew you need, I’m available,” Ilia said, hoping her voice didn’t betray the pounding in her heart.

“You have any experience on a ship?” Kalissah asked.


“What can you offer?”

“Magicka. Destruction and healing especially.”

“Not bad with an axe, either.”

“No, not bad,” said Ilia, suddenly thinking of the woman who’d taught her how to use it, wondering if Myrna had even noticed if she was gone yet.

“What makes you want to get on a ship?”

“I need a change of scenery,” Ilia said.

“Well, we’re a fair-sized ship with a small crew. That means we work both hard and smart. We’re honest traders. Doesn’t seem like anyone else is. Between the East Empire Company and Gods knows how many pirates out there, there’s plenty of trouble. The Morning Star’s a quick one, though. Haven’t been run down too often and whoever’s managed it lived just long enough to regret it. I expect you’ll be handy if it comes to that. We’re heading for High Rock with the tide. Life on the seas isn’t for everyone. My money says you’ll want off by the time we get there. If not, you’re welcome to stay. Come aboard.”

“My name’s Ilia,” the Nord woman said as she stepped onto the deck.

“Kalissah,” replied the Redguard. “Pleasure.”

“I hope so,” said Ilia, almost without thinking. She looked away as the Redguard’s glance caught her eyes.

“Come,” Kalissah said, and led Ilia below decks. “Those two shared a berth. I guess it’s yours now.”

Ilia, naturally shy and reserved, was suddenly overcome with a boldness driven by her anger towards Myrna.

“Kalissah,” she said tenderly, vulnerably, reaching out and stroking the Redguard’s arm. “I’d rather not be alone tonight.”

Kalissah laughed. “It’s not so bad as all that, is it?” she asked in a playful tone. “Well, I’m always up for a romp. I’m sure my husband won’t mind. If you’re…amenable.”

Ilia hadn’t counted on that, but it made it all the sweeter as far as she was concerned. She only wished Myrna could somehow watch, to see how easily Ilia could move on. “Of course,” said Ilia with a smile that betrayed none of the sudden nervousness she felt creeping over her. The continued a few doors down until Kalissah threw open a door into a decently-sized room. A large Redguard man slept soundly on the bed. Kalissah kicked his leg roughly. “Wake up, Bergin,” she said. “Meet Ilia. New crewmember.”

Bergin rose groggily, his eyes struggling to focus through the sleep that still clouded his brain. When they finally did, he saw his wife kissing a beautiful, pale Nord girl. He could feel his member begin to swell instantly.

At the touch of Kalissah’s lips, Ilia felt a rush of remorse. She wanted to pull away, to run, off the ship, back up the hill to Solitude, to Myrna. What was she doing here? As the Redguard woman’s tongue darted into her mouth, she felt another mouth on her neck, strong hands wrapping around her upper arms. In a moment, she wasn’t quite sure how, her robes were on the floor around her ankles. Bergin’s enormous hands grasped her breasts roughly, pinching the nipples through the thin fabric that still covered them. Still kissing her with what felt to Ilia like an especially warm and wet mouth, Kalissah slipped her hand down the waistline of Ilia’s panties and slid a finger effortlessly into Ilia’s already-wet and hungry cunt.

Ilia felt as if she wasn’t really there; that what was happening was happening only to her body, that she herself was somewhere else in the room, watching these two coffee-skinned warriors explore their new crewmember.

Bergin, already mostly nude, quickly shed the loose trousers that covered his lower half. Ilia could feel his rock-hard prick press between his stomach and her back as he continued to fondle her breasts. Two sets of hands began to push her down toward the floor, slowly but firmly. She dropped to her knees, breaking the lock Kalissah’s lips had on her own. Kalissah stepped back and began to strip out of her leather armor while Bergin slid around into her place, his cock right in Ilia’s face. Knowing it was too late to turn back now, Ilia simply abandoned whatever inhibitions her growing lust had left to her, and wrapped her lips around the head of what by any measure was an enormous phallus, and was much the biggest the young Nord had ever seen in her limited experience with men. Bergin thrust forward, and Ilia could feel her lips stretch tautly to accommodate his massive girth. He was not even halfway inside her mouth when she gagged and pulled back. Kalissah now joined her on the floor in front of Bergin. She chuckled and licked at the thick saliva that clung to Ilia’s chin.

“Go easy, my husband. She’s no doubt unused to such a magnificent specimen,” she said, and then easily sunk the erect cock deep down her throat in one steady, gradual movement. She moaned in ecstasy as Bergin grabbed the back of head, pushing his shaft even further into her mouth and holding her there until she began to struggle for breath. As he released his grip, she looked over at the astonished Nord and smiled.

“See, my dear? It’s not so big as all that.” The two women took turns sucking on the massive erection, Kalissah swallowing every inch, Ilia trying to make up for her shortcomings with vigorous ministrations of her tongue on the underside of the head. After several minutes, Bergin moved toward the bed and lay on his back. Kalissah straddled him and let her own weight fall onto the rigid shaft of her husband’s dick. She gasped as he filled her, then started to slowly grind onto him, moving her hips in a circular manner. She reached out for Ilia’s hand and then gently pulled her around so that she was standing next to Bergin’s head, facing Kalissah. Ilia hesitantly climbed onto the bed, straddling Bergin’s face while Kalissah began to rub her erect nipples. Suddenly Bergin’s strong arms pulled her down onto him and his powerful tongue mashed against Ilia’s clit. The joint stimulation on her pussy and breasts brought her to climax within a minute, Kalissah kissing her just as her moans turned to cries that disappeared into the Redguard woman’s mouth.

“Switch places with me,” Kalissah said as Ilia’s orgasm subsided. “I want him to see which of us tastes sweeter.”

“Be gentle,” said Ilia, as she positioned the head of Bergin’s shaft into her sopping hole.

Bergin smiled. “I’m not sure who’s gonna be sweeter, but I know she’s gonna be tighter, my love,” he said. In response, Kalissah lowered her asshole onto his mouth instead of her pussy, giving him no choice but to lick it. Her didn’t seem to mind too much, distracted as he was by the way Ilia’s pussy gripped his cock as he slowly slid inside her. Ilia felt herself stretch to accommodate his monster cock; painful at first, she found that if she controlled the movements and lowered herself onto him, bit by bit, it gave her a very pleasant sensation of fullness. Only when Bergin tried to push upwards did the pain become too much, and then Ilia would lift herself up. After a few of these instances, Bergin let the Nord go at her own pace. Kalissah began to rub her pussy as her husband’s tongue swirled around her asshole, and she kept her eyes focused on the pretty face of the pale girl before her, enjoying the contrast between her husband’s dark skin and Ilia’s whiteness. She could see the pleasure and pain intermingling in Ilia’s expressions, and envied the girl her first experience with Bergin’s massive member. She smiled as she recalled her own first time, remembering how small her hand had seemed wrapped around the smooth, dark shaft, how she had come even before he was all the way inside her.

As Ilia began to slide up and down, her cunt greedily expanding to accept this new, enormous visitor, Kalissah reached behind her head and pulled the Nord toward her, their mouths meeting eagerly. The two women kissed passionately as each ground down on the man underneath them. Kalissah’s hands alternated between Ilia’s breasts and her own pussy, until Ilia began to moan more loudly. Then Kalissah concentrated on the Nord girl’s nipples, pinching and rubbing them, occasionally gripping her whole breasts and kneading them roughly. As Ilia began to feel another orgasm building inside her she started to buck her hips wildly, moving herself around the giant cock that impaled her. When she screamed, Kalissah pinched her nipples viscously, the pain distracting Ilia just enough that her orgasm didn’t quite reach its peak, but instead kept lashing her with waves of agonizing pleasure as Bergin thrust upwards into her still more deeply.

Exhausted, Ilia climbed off the giant cock. Bergin grabbed his wife and roughly threw her to the bed, entering her from behind with long and rapid strokes. For Kalissah, the sensation, as always when her husband’s cock really got going, was intense. She came quickly without any additional stimulation. Ilia watched for a few moments, admiring the muscular frame of the Redguard man, enjoying the clinching of his buttocks as he pounded his cock deep into the eager black pussy in front of him. Rubbing her own cunt, Ilia crawled between Bergin’s legs and lay on her back. First she held her tongue against the base of his cock, enjoying the salty taste of Kalissah’s juices that coated the rigid shaft. Then she eased herself a few inches further onto the bed, and began to lap hungrily at Kalissah’s throbbing clit. This threw the Redguard woman over the edge, and she writhed and cried out with another, even more intense, climax. Just as hers subsided, her husband let loose with a violent ejaculation deep into Kalissah. As his spurts began to let up, he pulled out, dripping the last of his cum onto Ilia’s waiting tongue. Her appetite whetted, the Nord buried herself into Kalissah’s open hole, reveling in the salty mixture of semen and pussy juice that flowed into her mouth.

She swallowed what she could, her hand still working her clit. Bergin, still mostly hard, slid his cock into Ilia’s cunt and gave several hard thrusts until the Nord came one more time. She looked up to see the two Redguards kissing passionately. Suddenly Kalissah’s wet slit was on Ilia’s mouth again, while Kalissah’s went to all fours to take her husband into her mouth. Bergin, already close to coming again, slammed away at his wife’s throat, treating it as roughly as he had treated her pussy a few minutes before. With the massive cock pounding at her throat and the Nord girl’s tongue slurping back and forth from her pussy to her clit, Kalissah came again, her throat opening up even more as she did. Feeling his wife’s convulsions, Bergin drove his cock as deep as it could go, his wife’s lips straining against his waist and his scrotum as he felt hot jets of semen escape into his wife’s willing throat. Kalissah swung around and began to kiss Ilia, dripping what cum she hadn’t already swallowed into the Nord’s mouth. Bergin, sated, tumbled over them both and lay down heavily on the far side of the bed. Kalissah and Ilia kissed wetly for several more minutes, neither wanting the revelry to end but both sore and satisfied. Finally, Kalissah tumbled into her husband’s arms, her ass pressed into his crotch. Ilia in turn lay on her side facing Kalissah, their breasts mashed together, their lips still locking from time to time. But soon all three were asleep, the warmth of their bodies and the lingering pleasure of their orgasms lulling them into the dream world.

“You stink.”

I turned my head to see the man beside me in the lift take another step away, as far as he could go without making contact with the wall.

“Excuse me?” I responded, returning his glare.

His thick eyebrows joined into one as he wrinkled his bulbous nose. “When was the last time you decontaminated?”

“Not that it’s any of your business, but I am on my way to do so right now.”

“It’s a public health hazard, you know, to go too long between cleanings.”

“I’m aware of that. I had a physical task to perform today and haven’t had the opportunity to decontaminate. I’m sorry if my sweat offends you.”

“It’s more than sweat. I don’t know what it is, but now I have to go straight to the decontaminator myself, just to get your stink off me,” he sneered, stepping out of the lift.

Relieved he was finally gone, I let out a deep breath. I hoped I’d handled the situation satisfactorily, not aroused suspicion. I knew I stank, and that it wasn’t from sweat. At least, not entirely.

When Grant and I were in the storage room, we hadn’t noticed that we smelled any differently. But the moment we stepped out into the corridor, we detected an odor at once, and it was coming from us.

We smelled of each other, a combination of sweat, body fluids and our own personal fragrances. It was similar to what my body released when I secretly masturbated in the privacy of my bunk, only amplified. I’d never had to worry about the smell before; I always decontaminated before leaving home.

The lingering scent of Grant’s body mixed with mine aroused my senses, not offended them. It was heady and penetrating, a potent reminder of our sexual intercourse.

Still, we understood we had to decontaminate as quickly as possible, lest someone notice our aroma, thereby arousing suspicions as to its source. We decided separating and visiting chambers on different floors would be safer than being seen together, both of us sharing the same unusual odor, even if the risk of one of us encountering another person might be greater. If we were alone when confronted, it could be explained away more easily.

My personal preference would have been to go home and crawl into bed, masturbate, then fall to sleep with the scent of our union filling my lungs. But I dared not indulge in such fantasies.

With relief and regret I arrived at the decontaminator and stepped inside.


“I wish there were some way to take the box, or at least the data chip, with us,” I said to Grant the next morning. “I’m especially going to miss listening to music.”

“I know,” he replied, his face sober. “After today it won’t be so easy to get you down here, but right now I don’t think we should risk removing the chip from this room. It’s too important.”

I nodded. We stood in silence looking down at our uncovered hands, clasped together. In a matter of days, our whole lives had changed, and they were about to change again. “Oh Grant, what are we going to do?” I asked in despair. “I don’t think I can bear not seeing you every day.”

He drew me into his arms and kissed me. “We’ll find a way to be together, Astrid. It may not be every day, but we’ll find a way to see each other as often as possible.”

The next day Grant’s supervisor and the rest of his department would be back from their dig in the ruins outside the city, and I would be back at the Office of Historical Records running Oliver’s errands.

Even though we knew it was a risk to engage in sexual intercourse again after my encounter with the stranger in the lift, we couldn’t help ourselves. We didn’t know when the next time would be where we could spend the entire day together, to lay in each other’s arms, to talk and touch in relative safety.

After today, we would be relegated to public places and the occasional short liaison in one of our flats. It was always risky to meet at home, but one advantage was that it allowed us to decontaminate before leaving, thereby eliminating any olfactory evidence. But the visits could never be long—less than an hour—nor too frequent. We might be able to pull it off once a month, provided we alternated flats.

It was all so unfair.

Because it was not safe to talk openly over communication signals, while we worked we conceived of a code to use when we called each other.

We decided a greeting like “Good morning” meant “Can we meet today?” If the other responded in kind, it confirmed a rendezvous might be possible. Replying with “Hi” told the other we could not do so today, but we were able to discuss an alternative time and venue. “Hello” signaled “I can’t meet and I can’t discuss it right now.”

Because it was virtually deserted, we agreed the arboretum would be the best overall meeting place, the default location unless otherwise indicated. Even so, approaching from different directions and staggering our arrival times would be a necessary evil to keep us from being too predictable.

It wasn’t that we couldn’t be seen together; I met up with Errol and Xen once, occasionally even twice a week. But I’d known them for more than five years and I’d met Grant only three weeks ago. Outside of work, people rarely interacted on a daily basis. To do so socially at the same frequency would draw far too much attention.


The first week apart was the hardest. As difficult as it had been those two weeks between our chance encounter in the lift and our first open conversation, it was nothing compared to the torture of being separated after spending three days sharing every part of ourselves, including our bodies, with another human being for the first time in our lives. After work I came straight home, undressed, masturbated under the covers and cried myself to sleep. I thought my heart would break from missing him.

After my friends and even Oliver mentioned that I seemed to be losing weight, I decided, a month later, it was time to introduce Grant to my friends. I knew it was asking a lot of Errol and Xen to accept another person into our social group after so short a time, but I had to find a way to see Grant in person more often, even if I couldn’t touch him.

“I can’t say I’m comfortable having dinner with that man you met in the lift.” Xen shook her head as we sat in our respective flats, confirming our plans for the evening via communicator.

“His name is Grant, Xen,” I reminded her gently. “And he is a friend.”

“He isn’t my friend. He’s some stranger you talk about all the time all of a sudden. I’ve done some checking. Did you know there have been a few cases where strangers who shared a single traumatic experience together developed symptoms approximating that of an emotional bond? After the connection was recognized for what it was—an artificial construct induced by unusual stress—the symptoms dissipated soon thereafter.”

I laughed. “How many times do I have to tell you? My friendship with Grant is not the result of some trauma. He’s a very interesting person. I enjoy his company, and I think you will, too. You like me, don’t you?”

“Yes, but we worked together for over a year before having dinner for the first time. You’ve known this man for less than two months. Can you blame me for finding it all a bit out of the ordinary?”

“Of course not,” I conceded. “But you’ve said it yourself, on more than one occasion—I’m not exactly the most typical of friends either. Promise me you’ll give him a chance.”


“Astrid says you work at the Museum of History,” Errol said, head cocked and chin lifted as he peered at Grant from across the table while we waited for our meals to arrive.

“Yes, in the archeology department.”

Xen shifted in her chair, increasing her distance from him. “Have you been…in the ruins?”

He shook his head. “No. I work in the archives. My supervisor and others in my department go on the actual digs. I organize the collection and maintain records.”

“Don’t they worry about coming into contact with,” her voice lowered to a barely audible whisper, “Outliers?”

Errol rolled his eyes. “Jebus ryste, Xen. You’re far too old to believe in monsters.”

I nodded. “Tales of half-human mutants living in the forests beyond the ruins have been told to children for ages, yet not once has a single claim of their existence been substantiated.”

“That’s right,” Errol agreed. “Everyone knows they’re just stories to keep children from straying too far from home.”

“If it makes you feel any better,” Grant put in, looking at Xen, “in all of the times since I’ve worked for the museum, not once did any of my colleagues ever mention coming into contact with anything other than the products of an ancient civilization.”

Lifting her chin, my female friend crossed her arms and looked down her nose. “I still can’t see how those people can stand it.”

“I’m sorry?” Grant asked.

“Even if there’s nothing…living…out there—and I’m still not convinced there isn’t—how can your colleagues stand being out in all that…filth?”

“They wear protective gear,” Grant explained. “And there are portable decontamination units they bring along with them.”

“I don’t think those portable units could make me clean enough to feel safe away from civilization.”

“Most people feel the same way. I think it takes a certain kind of person, someone whose interest in the subject matter is so great they can immerse themselves into their work, even if it means engaging in activities they might otherwise find highly disconcerting. Kind of like doctors.”

My friends shuddered.

“Frankly, I don’t see the point of it at all.” Errol shrugged his shoulders. “Who cares how ancient humans lived? They’ve nothing to teach us except how not to live. We survive as a species in spite of them, not because of them.”

I could see Grant struggling with how to respond without offending my friends. “I don’t agree,” he replied at last. “An ancient human philosopher named George Santayana once said, ‘Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it.’ Even if we have evolved since the Great Decimation, I believe we must study the past, if only to ensure we continue to have a future.”


“I think they liked you,” I told Grant as we walked side by side, taking the long route home from the eatery later that evening.

“You think so?” he asked with an incredulous laugh.

“You’re the one who insists Oliver is the picture of grace,” I teased. “My friends are like those recordings of baby animals at the Natural History Museum in comparison to him.”

“True,” he conceded, chuckling. “I guess I just felt like I was being evaluated, like they were trying to figure out why on earth you would ever be friends with someone like me.”

“That’s exactly what they were doing,” I confirmed.

“And you think I passed the test?”

“I wouldn’t go that far, but you did make it past the first round. Didn’t you notice the change in Errol’s expression when you told him what that ancient philosopher said about remembering the past? You made him think. And Xen, the way she stopped leaning away from you after a while? I think she found you fascinating. She’s not the only one who feels that way.”

We stopped walking and stood looking at each other for a long moment. The night air felt cool against my exposed face, in sharp contrast to the tingling warmth of my suit-covered body. More than anything, I wanted to feel the heat of his skin pressed against mine. At that moment even a single touch would have been enough.


“I’m having a dinner tonight at my home and I want you to come,” Oliver informed me one morning three weeks later.

My mouth dropped. “Why I… That is very generous…thank you so much for inviting me, sir, but I already have pl—”

“I know I made it sound like a request,” he interrupted, “but it isn’t. This is work, not a social function, and I need my assistant present.”

“Y-yes, sir. May I ask what the purpose of the function is?”

“No, you may not,” he retorted.

I returned to my desk. After leaving a message for Errol about the change in plans, I resumed working on the data file my supervisor assigned me the previous day. A few minutes later the old man appeared, standing in the doorway to his office.

“It is a meeting of the Historical Society, which includes scholars of recent and ancient history,” he confirmed, his voice gruff. “Representatives from each of the museums will be amongst those in attendance.”

His lips twitched, and for a split second I was certain he noticed my excitement at the possibility that Grant might be one of the attendees. “I’ll need your help making everything ready,” he went on, handing me a pad. “Please arrive promptly at six-fifteen; the address is on the pad.”


Heels clicking, I hurried down the street as fast as I dared on my way to Oliver’s home, trying not to break a sweat so soon after decontaminating.

He had kept me so busy making arrangements I barely got home in time to clean my body and change into a formal outfit. I didn’t even have time to contact Grant to see if he would be attending the dinner, though I still held out hope of seeing him there. He and Oliver were friends, but I didn’t know how much my supervisor knew about my relationship with him. In those few opportunities when Grant and I could be alone and speak freely, my superior was not exactly at the top of the discussion list.

As I scurried toward my destination I noticed the character of the buildings change from the nondescript boxes of flats and businesses into larger, detached homes of a less modern design. The general populace was told our small living spaces were a revolution in simplicity and efficiency; seeing what to my eyes seemed virtual monstrosities in a neighborhood I’d never had cause to visit before made me wonder if it was merely a ploy to keep the rest of us satisfied with the standard eighteen square meters.

“It’s six-nineteen,” Oliver announced when I arrived at his front door. “You’re late.”

“I’m sorry, sir,” I apologized, breathless. “I took the wrong street, and I didn’t realize my mistake until I reached the end of the bl—”

“I don’t need to hear excuses,” he groused. “Come in.”

He led me through a series of rooms, all of them exhibiting the signs of a pending social engagement: a series of sterilizers filled with glassware, dishes and cutlery on two large tables, bottles of what appeared to be wine—how did he get hold of bottles of wine?—chilling in open-topped coolers, more seats and chairs than I’d ever seen in a private dwelling before. Given his generally disheveled appearance, I had no idea Oliver was a man of means.

We stopped at the end of a long hallway some distance from the rooms we’d just passed through.

“Before you get started, I want you to decontaminate and sanitize your suit. Your clothing must be soaked from all that running,” he declared, grimacing, “and I don’t want your sweat getting all over everything. You have twenty minutes to meet me in the dining hall.”

I wondered why he gave me so much time when I could be clean and ready to go in five minutes, but said nothing. After I stepped inside, the door slid shut and I bent down to remove my footwear. Boots and gloves in hand, I started to place them into the sterilizer when I discovered another pair of boots, another full set of clothing, already inside.

“Feel free to move it around to make room,” a voice said behind me.

I jumped and turned around.

“Grant?” I whispered, not believing my eyes as he emerged from the far side of the dimly-lit chamber. “What are you doing here?”

“The same thing as you,” he replied, smiling as he helped me peel off my shirt. “Getting ready for the party.”

“But, but…how? Does Oliver know you’re in here? Is he—”

Grant tossed my top into the sterilizer and drew my bare-breasted body into his arms and kissed me. “Yes. He’s one of us,” he murmured in my ear. His lips slid down my jaw and onto my neck, and I shivered as his stubble left its imprint against my skin.

“Oh, Grant, I have missed you so much,” I choked, surrendering myself to him while his hands ravaged my body. “Oh please, touch me.”

I gasped when my back made contact with one of the smooth cool walls. “I want you so much,” he whispered, his voice tight with emotion as he nuzzled my neck. “I need you, Astrid. Every day without your touch is like death itself.”

“I can’t bear to be without you,” I moaned, my fingers running through his hair as he devoured my breasts, squeezing them together, attempting to suckle both nipples at once.

Settling in on one breast, he slid his hands down to my waist. Hooking his thumbs into the waistband of my pants, all at once he dropped to his knees, sliding the fabric over my hips and down my legs, tossing them away when my feet stepped out. With both hands he stroked one of my legs from top to bottom, bending it at the knee before placing my foot on his shoulder.

I cried out, unable to contain my pleasure when he began to kiss me between my legs. Depictions of this act, both written and visual, were among the many files on the forbidden data chip. I secretly wondered what oral stimulation would be like, but couldn’t bring myself to mention it. It was one thing to join our bodies together; tasting each other, in a world where people were repulsed by their own sweat and saliva, seemed far too much to ask even of a deviant.

Yet here he was, groaning as his eager mouth explored my sensitive flesh. “Ohhh yesss.” I pressed myself into his face, holding onto his head. “Lick it, taste me, pleeease…”

He grunted, his hot breath caressing my swollen pussy while he lapped at my wetness. Fingers tangled in his hair, I moaned when he then ran his flattened tongue up the length of my slit and over my clitoris. He manipulated the tiny organ with the tip of his tongue, flicking it again and again. My vision blurred and I shook as pleasure blazed through my body.

I heard myself begging him to make me come, and groaned with delight when I realized his tongue was now circling my clitoris, following the same path our fingers had traveled when I taught him how to bring me to release. My muscles clenched and I threw my head back, smacking it against the wall as my body let go.

“Guhhh…ahhh!” The leg I stood on wobbled and I held on tight to his head while the orgasm slammed through me. “Oh fuck!”

When I loosened my grip, Grant turned his head, kissing my thigh with his wet lips before easing my other leg back onto the floor. Then he stood up, crushing me between the wall and his tight form. “You have no idea how arousing it is to make you come with my mouth,” he murmured, his eyes almost black in the darkened room.

Overwhelmed by the intimacy of his actions, I pulled his head down and kissed him hard. I tasted myself on his lips, and something came over me; the next thing I knew I was shoving my tongue into his mouth. After a moment’s hesitation, Grant’s tongue met mine, and we groaned in unison.

Breaking the kiss, I reached down and wrapped my fingers around his penis, slowly stroking its full length, smiling as he quaked with pleasure. I placed his stiff organ between my legs and stared into his half-closed eyes. “Take me, Grant. Fuck me hard with your beautiful cock.”

He entered me with a force that lifted me off my toes and took my breath away. Picking me up by the thighs, he slammed into me again and again as he held me against the wall. “Your pussy is so hot and feels so fucking good clamped around my cock,” he whispered in my ear, chuckling when I whimpered in response.

My legs circled his waist and I held on while each powerful thrust forced a cry past my lips. “Yes, Grant…” I gasped, finding my voice. “That’s right… Take me hard…like I want…”

“Target destroyed,” the first pilot radioed. “Mission accomplished.”

“For the good of humanity,” the second pilot declared with fanatical fervor that was echoed in the first zealot as he joined in. “To preserve the sanctity of our race. Death to all aliens and those who support them!”

Suddenly, the controls for both fighters locked and each craft began rising out of the atmosphere. Pandora popped the seals and shut off the oxygen flow. The two pilots panicked, unable to breathe. Although they were currently suffocating, they needn’t have worried about dying from a lack of air. Their blood started bubbling into gas as they experienced severe decompression. Still, that wouldn’t be what finally killed them.

As their fighters reached the upper atmosphere, the intense speed they were moving at -far greater than what pre-fusion engines were capable of- led to friction against the compressed air molecules, heating the metal all along the outside of their fighters. Without seals, they were slowly cooked inside their cockpits. Just as their hearts finally stopped beating, they hit the Aegis shield and were obliterated.

* * * * *

Michael sputtered and coughed as he crawled out of the tank naked, tubes falling away. Rin stood nearby holding a robe open for him, his girls crowded behind her wearing worried expressions. He ignored them, stumbling across the room to the tank that held Kat. The draining process had just begun. As the liquid dropped below her neck, the breathing tube detached and her head lulled to the side. Her eyes began blinking open as she came awake.

Then she was gasping for air and coughing up liquid. She shuddered before her eyes focused on Michael and then she was moving towards him jerkily. She fell against him and they both dropped to their knees, embracing each other. Rin neared and draped the robe over Michael’s shoulders and said, “It will take a short while for your muscle memory to match what you remember.”

Michael nodded as Aki stepped forth with a robe for Kat. He had a million questions, but knew there was a protocol in place. While Pandora wouldn’t have brought him back unless his body and consciousness matched his old self and he’d passed her first line of tests, he knew if there ‘was’ a problem found Pandora would simply kill him and try again.

Michael and Kat sat on a nearby couch and began answering a predetermined set of questions while Pandora monitored their brain activity. He was surprised to see that mattresses and linens had been brought in. It looked like his girls had set up camp while they waited for them to revive. The couple of couches that were present even surrounded a holoprojector currently turned to a news broadcast. As he sat and held Kat in his arms, he zoned out as the tests continued. After awhile, the news anchor’s distressed voice trickled into his awareness.

“It’s been two days since the Advent Brotherhood claimed responsibility for a massive explosion over the Pacific Ocean they say killed Michael Dragomir, leader of the AI nation. Although this hasn’t been verified, the artificial intelligence known as Pandora has, by all accounts, gone on a crusade against the anti-alien terrorist organization,” she reported.

The anchorwoman was unable to keep her voice from trembling as she said, “Just moments after the extremists started to broadcast their report, it was cut off abruptly and thousands of Fury attack-craft that had been on scheduled patrols suddenly veered off in different directions and began searching patterns covering areas all over the globe.”

“Since then, fifty-six locations around the world have been bombed,” she informed them in a quaking voice. “Three of them have been confirmed by the Council’s intelligence agency to be related to suspected terrorist activities. At this time, they are of the opinion that the bombings are targeted towards the Advent Brotherhood and like-minded radical groups. Though,” she paused before admitting, “there is never any evidence left at the sites after the machines are done to make an actual scientific analysis.”

“It seems obvious that members of the Advent Brotherhood have gone to ground, but the consensus is that Pandora is still finding them with shocking consistency. Over one hundred locations have been raided by the new model cybernetic assault units that were unveiled by Mr. Dragomir at the military summit last month.” Her voice caught and her shoulders shook as she continued, “There have been confirmed sightings that these robot soldiers and hover tanks which were scheduled to be used in the assault on the alien planets are now being employed to hunt for anti-alien terrorist cells.”

“Hundreds of people have been reported killed or… ‘taken’ in the raids. Of these, sixteen high ranking officials -the Secretary of the TDF included- were abducted -some while they were speaking out against the attacks in a public forum. It is unknown at this time if they had any connection with the Advent Brotherhood.” She looked away a moment while she collected herself and her viewers could see the weariness that clung to her.

Finally, she looked into the camera and, in a tone of voice that made it clear she realized what she was about to say would give little relief, told them, “It is advised that you stay indoors and under no circumstances try to engage the AI-controlled forces. You should-” she stopped, and when she began again, they could tell that she was speaking off the teleprompter.

In a bitter and resigned voice she declared, “There is nowhere you can hide if they come for you. Their metal shielding is too thick to penetrate with conventional weapons and it is believed that it can regenerate. Those that have tried plasma weapons and heavy artillery all report that anything with a computer core is disarmed before they can be brought to bear.”

Her face displayed unchecked fear as she said, “With absolute control over our technology, we are powerless to stop Pandora and the cybernetic raids she has unleashed. If the man who created her really is dead, then there is no one left that can sto-” The feed was cut off abruptly and the screen began displaying another report.

The corner of Michael’s mouth curved into a sardonic grin at the news station’s attempt to stop the anchorwoman’s blunt honesty and maintain a false image of confidence and assurance. Their specialty was promoting fear, but when ‘they’ were afraid it wasn’t desirable to be the nail that stood out -especially with Furies flying around looking for new targets.

Kat sighed and leaned against him as they both checked out and the other girls all relaxed their shoulders in relief. Aurora stepped forward and, returning to the matter of business and trying not to admit to herself that she’d had even a shred of doubt about what the results would be, said, “We haven’t made a statement yet. The crew and the aliens are confused, but they’re not panicking… yet. The Advent Brotherhood as well as two related cells are in the process of being eliminated.”

Rin told him, “They were watching your parents’ house. When you first showed up they gambled that you would then head back to the Intrepid and filed mundane-looking flight plans along the most direct route.” She paused and then added in a quiet voice, “There was a strike on the house at the same time you were hit.”

“They’re alright,” she hastily assured him as Michael’s eyes hardened. “They’re here on the Intrepid. It wasn’t pretty though. Tanya- she… dismembered the team that came for them with her bare hands. After she had tortu- interrogated the leader to find out what was going on, she led your parents out and into the woods and called for a pickup. Pandora was already reacting by that time and was able to redirect the fighters that had been sent to bomb the place in case the team they sent failed.” Michael nodded absently, having already known what Tanya was capable of. He also knew better than to ask ‘where’ Pandora redirected the fighters.

Pandora could remain silent no longer and burst out with, “I’m sorry, master. They managed to fool their sensors and were able to get in close even though their navigational data said they hadn’t altered course. One of the three pilots made minute course corrections until he was almost on top of you and then manually released the missile at the last second. I wasn’t able to recognize their attempt for what it was in time.” She paused. “If it’s any conciliation, the pilot who released the missile perished in the blast because of how close the maneuver required him to get. The other two died… painfully.” Kat smiled at that.

Michael waved a hand. “S’alright, Pan. We all got complacent.” He clenched a fist. “It won’t happen again,” he promised in a low voice.

“Do you want to release a statement?” Stacey asked, checking things off on her tablet.

Michael shrugged. “Not publicly,” he replied. “We can just say later if we’re asked that we didn’t think it was necessary to respond to the rants of crazy fanatics. I’ll send a message to the Council personally inviting them to the Christmas party so they know and can then confirm to the media that I’m not dead.”

Stacey bit her lip and nodded in thought. “It’s certainly in your character not to care about normal social niceties like keeping people informed,” she admitted. Rin choked out a laugh at that. “People will be a little shaken up about the raids, but they’ll just see it as another demonstration of what happens when someone goes against you.”

“Where’s Sun Mi?” Kat asked.

“We thought it best to wait until she has the nanites before bringing her in on all this,” Stacey answered.

Michael nodded. “I want to make sure there isn’t a sudden grab for power in my absence so it might be wise to give them to her father as well.” Looking up, he asked her, “You already gave them to your parents, right?” Stacey nodded in response.

Pandora piped up with, “Sun Mi actually has the nanites -Mara, too. I just haven’t activated them in their systems yet.” She somehow managed to sound guilty and smug at the same time. The girls all shared inquisitive looks while Michael just chuckled at her foresight. “Well…” she explained. “I figured it was only a matter of time before master brought them in. This way, if they die, I’ll at least have their physiologies recorded and a constant stream of their memories uploaded. When we grow them each a body I’ll thus have something to input them with.”

The girls grinned at the revelation. No one asked ‘how’ Pandora had managed it. She could be quite sneaky when she wanted. They collected any belongings of importance the girls had brought down and stepped outside the hatch. The area beyond was sealed off from the rest of the ship and contained one lift that rose directly to their suite -which was why it was such a surprise to find a gloomy-looking Tanya resting against one bulkhead, her arms wrapped around her folded legs. Michael looked at her and realized she seemed… ‘ashamed.’

He quickly knelt down and hugged her to him. “Ah, come on, honey… Is this about the raid?” he asked softly in her ear, tears beginning to form in his eyes.

She looked up at him with tears of her own and sniffled. “I lost control… I did what Mara always told me not to and abused my power. I- I… tortured people.” She buried her face into his shoulder and cried. “Oh god, you didn’t see the looks on your parents’ faces. I’m a monster.”

Kat stepped close and told her in a firm voice, “You’re both right and wrong. You didn’t lose control. You did exactly what you were trained to do. You took apart the opposition and then used whatever resources you had to gain an advantage. Once you had the knowledge that more were coming, you acted instantly -brilliantly. From what Pan has showed me, you were calm, capable, and calculative. I couldn’t have done it better myself.”

She paused, and then said, “By the standards ‘normal’ people use, this also makes you a monster.” She crouched down and brushed the girl’s blonde tresses. “But believe me, it’s better to be a monster than a victim. ‘Normal’ people would have frozen; they would have stopped to consider their actions; they would have huddled in a corner at the insanity of the situation and let themselves be killed.” She stared into Tanya’s eyes. “We knew when we found you in that alleyway that you weren’t normal. Michael promised that you would never feel vulnerable again. Now you know what the price of that decision costs.”

Tanya sniffed, though tears no longer fell. She remembered how she’d felt in the face of her uncle’s wrath and her fists clenched in hatred. Regret began to bleed away from her. She didn’t know it, but the pang of loss she felt was a good portion of her childlike innocence dying as she accepted her actions. Still, she clung to her guilt and spat, “You didn’t see the bodies.”

Michael gently turned her head to face him. “They were ‘my’ parents. Do you actually believe anything you could have done would be worse than what ‘I’ would do?” Tanya thought about that and shook her head. She knew Michael wouldn’t have bothered interrogating them -he’d of simply made their deaths as painful as possible.

Stacey said, “Pan found out that the weapons they were using were some kind of plasma cutters that would have penetrated your enhanced skin if they made contact. It’s not like they weren’t actually able to harm you. You saved their lives, munchkin. You did good…”

Finally, Tanya lost her frown and hugged both Michael and Kat. When she leaned back, she shot Michael a wicked grin he swore she learned from Kat and said, “You’re going to go have sex with Kat now, aren’t you?”

He threw his head back and laughed as the others all smiled at the young girl’s statement. Michael brushed her hair and chuckled, “No one’s going to ever accuse you of being sheltered, that’s for sure. Yes, honey. I am.”

Kat snaked her arms around his waist and stage-whispered, “I seem to be a virgin again and I’ll need him to fix that little problem -in every way possible.” The girls grinned at the show they would soon be getting.

Tanya sighed. “Fine, I’ll go play with Sarah.” They all laughed and Michael ruffled her hair.

“I’m proud of you, my bloodthirsty little angel,” he teased. “And not just for saving my parents…” He sighed. “All the predictions say we’ll be at war, or at least on high alert due to new alien races, through your generation and beyond. I’m relieved that you’ve shown you can survive in this dangerous new era we find ourselves in.” He hugged her to him. “I’ve never treated you like a kid and I won’t lie to you. You ‘will’ kill again. I just hope you can find it in yourself to accept that we no longer live in a civilized world anymore and you won’t try to bury yourself in guilt.” He leaned down and kissed her forehead. “I can’t stand to see you suffering.”

She beamed up at him, her worries seeming to melt away at his acceptance. “I’ll try.”

They all got in a lift and went up to the suite. As the doors opened, Michael got another surprise as Sun Mi was lounging in one of the chairs in the waiting area before the massive sliding doors that led into their rooms. She bolted to her feet and stuttered, “I, uh, asked Pandora to notify me when you could be made available. I didn’t expect to be waiting days, but I have some intelligence that…”

Michael gave her an airy wave as he turned to accept a hug and a quick “Love ya,” from Tanya as she made her rounds among each of them. After saying goodbye properly to him and the girls, she darted into the regular lift and pressed the button for one deck below, planning on grabbing her swimsuit before stealing Sarah from Kim’s room and taking her down to the waterslides.

Michael swept Kat up in his arms and walked through the opening hatchway, the rest of his girls trailing behind. Sun Mi stood there for a few moments, before shaking her head and sprinting after them as the doors began to slide shut. She gaped at the office, never having been there before, but what she saw when she entered the bath area left her speechless. When she was able to finally tear her eyes away from the sight of the enormous heated pool framed by mosaics, she froze as she saw Michael and Kat naked on an air mattress, the girls crowded around watching.

Feeling incredibly awkward -though if she was being honest with herself, the situation brought a twinge of remembered heat between her legs as she recalled her own recent ordeal- she turned to leave, only to find the hatch closed and the lock cycled. As Kat moaned audibly, Sun Mi felt silly being the only person removed from the group and slowly joined the ring of girls watching the action play out. Aki giggled at her when she took a seat and threw her arms around her, resting her head on her shoulder.

For Michael’s part, he was enjoying himself as he paid Kat’s pussy an appropriate amount of attention. It was a surreal experience for him. The taste, feel, and scent was all just as he remembered it, but in his mind he kept expecting something to be different now that he was in a whole new body. He pulled apart her folds with his thumbs and buried his tongue deep, drawing out her sweet nectar. She spasmed in response and threaded her fingers through his hair, wrapping her legs around his head.

It was difficult for him to breathe, but he didn’t mind. He knew that just meant he was doing his job properly -and they didn’t ‘really’ need air to begin with… Michael’s hands glided over her smooth skin, cupping her firm ass cheeks, then rounding her waist, and finally reaching up to her magnificent tits. When Kat finally stopped twitching in ecstasy, he raised himself up, grinding his body down atop hers, and lining himself up. His cock pulsed as he rubbed it up and down her slit, drawing another moan from Kat.

She rested her hands on the back of his neck and stared up at him with renewed love, knowing that not even death would separate them. At last, she wrapped her legs around him and accepted more of him as he slowly plunged into her. With every inch that he sank deeper, her pussy seemed to pulsate around his length, sucking him in and squeezing with incredible, heart-stopping force.

As her feelings began to build, drawing ever closer to her greatest orgasm yet, Michael threw her legs over his shoulders and began driving into her harder and faster, dipping his head to meet her lips. Michael snaked a hand down between her legs as he felt her start her release and began flicking her tiny nub, drawing out the explosion until her ears were ringing and she saw spots.

Seeing her in the throes of ecstasy put him over the edge and he snapped his eyes shut as he came so hard it left him breathless. The couple collapsed by each others’ side, arms still clinging to the other. He bowed his head and hugged her tight, willing himself to never forget this feeling. The girls around him sighed at the beauty of the two reunited lovers. Sun Mi herself didn’t know about their deaths or the somewhat risky revival procedure, but she still felt like something significant had happened.

Michael, eyes still closed and panting slightly, asked, “So what now?” Sun Mi was stunned at what took place next, never having participated in one of their planning or recap-sessions before. The girls began to move in a casual manner -some taking a bath, some fondling each other, some simply cuddling or laying down. All, however, participated in the conversation and provided input.

Rin said, as she and her sister began massaging Aurora, “Our number one priority should be to find out how they gained access to a fusion missile.”

“It was a fusion bomb with a remote detonator mounted onto a missile,” Pandora clarified. “It was incredibly primitive which is why I didn’t recognize it for what it was in time. Since the fighters themselves are powered by fusion reactors, just having a core onboard doesn’t actually set off any alarms.”

“It was obviously based on our technology, though less advanced if they needed to set it off manually,” Aki added, rubbing Aurora’s butt which was sticking up in the air. Every once and a while her hand would sneak down and tickle the admiral’s pussy lips that were peeking out from between her legs, causing Aurora to jump. The ‘stop and go’ teasing was slowly building a fire that would grow hotter and hotter until she finally attacked the smaller girl -which was, of course, exactly what she wanted.

“Which means there’s a spy,” Rin concluded, straddling Aurora’s back and working her shoulders. “Which is particularly disturbing since we don’t actually ‘use’ missiles as they’re too cost inefficient resource-wise if we’re to be self-sustaining. The closest things we have are those two minelayers. The mines they deploy are actually made to lock onto a target and go ballistic when they get in range. We have a limited number of those and they’re all accounted for.”

Sun Mi cleared her throat. “I, actually, might have an answer to tha- eek!” she squeaked as Dejah’s hands crept up behind her and cupped her tits.

“Go on, sweetheart,” Dejah growled huskily as she began unbuttoning the girl’s shirt.

Sun Mi coughed and in a shaky voice said, “Well, when I came to the same conclusion as Rin, I figured it was sort of my job to figure out how this happened. I looked back at every scientist and engineer that worked on any project that involved nuclear reactors being used as weapons.” At this point, she paused and shot Michael an appreciate glance at just how many projects he’d commissioned.

“I found one man that stood out in particular,” she continued. “He left the ship just as Dejah and the other aliens came aboard after the first invasion, citing that he didn’t want to be separated from his family. Only, he didn’t have any family… He- shit!” she exclaimed as Dejah’s hand dove into her pants and a claw began tracing the crease in her panties along her slit.

“This man went on- *pant* went on to, uhh- come on,” she whined and Dejah reluctantly withdrew her hand. With a raspy chuckle, the Felician went back to her tits and Sun Mi struggled to maintain her train of thought. “After working for you, brains like him get tons of prestigious job offers. He turned them all down to instead work at a small packaging plant owned by an obscure business chain that Pandora just recently identified as being a front for-”

Stacey, floating in the water, raised her head a fraction and said, “Let me guess, the Advent Brotherhood?”

“Yo- you guessed it- ahh,” Sun Mi tried to say. Finally fed up with Dejah’s ridiculous pestering, she whirled around and pulled the blue girl forward. Dejah let herself be maneuvered into a prone position and then laughed delightedly when Sun Mi began raining down blows on her ass. Incensed that her efforts were being laughed off, she tried to spank even harder. To her shock, Dejah began moaning and she froze as she realized what the sticky substance collecting on her hand was. “Now that just isn’t fair,” she grumbled sullenly.

She wasn’t prepared for Dejah’s tail to wrap around her neck and slam her onto her back. The Felician promptly mounted her captive and gave her a lusty growl, “You worked me up, now it’s time to finish what you started.” Before Sun Mi could protest, Dejah sat on her face and began grinding her hips back and forth, drenching the poor girl.

Kat wiggled her hips against Michael’s crotch, the scenes playing out before them making her horny again. He smacked her ass appreciatively and said, “Continue.”

Dejah slid backwards but pinched her captive’s nose shut. “Talk fast,” she murmured teasingly.

“There’s another guy. He worked on the same project with the one who went over to the Advent Brotherhood and if the reports are anything to go-” she was cut off as Dejah muffled her voice and deprived her of air. Dejah slid back again and when she didn’t hear any talking (only gasping for air), she reached back and twisted one of Sun Mi’s nipples. “Faster,” was all Sun Mi heard and she struggled to get out the rest. “He appears to have been much smarter than the previous guy and he was actually the lead on the minelayer project. He decided to leave a month ago to go back to teaching and took up a post as a professor. We don’t know where he is now.”

Sun Mi paused, waiting to be suffocated, but Dejah just waited. She suddenly realized she had the full attention of the rest of them as well. “What happened to him?” Michael asked in a dangerously low voice.

“Uhh, well from what I’ve found he’s been kidnapped,” Sun Mi explained. “Pandora is searching for him right now. He went missing just over two weeks ago. You’d expect his family to have reported him, but apparently they’re gone too. The university was the one who made the inquiry.”

Michael sat up and growled, “We have systems in place. Our people are supposed to be watched when they leave us.” The way he said ‘our people’ even though the man in question had clearly departed the Intrepid gave Sun Mi some insight into where Michael’s loyalties lie. She shivered briefly at the thought of what was going to happen to the person or group who had harmed ‘his’ people.

“Pan, have the Furies scan for his biometrics,” Rin said. “The traitor as well.” Sun Mi was astounded to see everyone getting up and heading for a door that led further into the suite. It appeared as if they were getting ready to leave, even Dejah -who hadn’t gotten to cum yet. She shook her head in amazement. Once they had found out one of their own was in trouble, everything was dropped until they got him back.

Aurora kissed Michael and announced, “I’ll coordinate things from the bridge, good luck.” Pandora got a hit on the location of the man tied to the Advent Brotherhood before they’d even left the suite. Sun Mi, unsure of what to do, allowed herself to be tugged along by Aki as they traversed the corridors. She was surprised when they entered the hangar to see two shuttles and four fighters prepped and waiting.

Marcus, decked out in full combat armor was waving them towards Michael’s personal carrier. Before Sun Mi had really registered that this was happening ‘now,’ they were already on approach to Earth. Aki and Rin opened up a side compartment that held extra suits of armor and began outfitting Sun Mi. She tried to ask, “What about y-” but was cut off as Aki slammed the helmet down over her head with a giggle.

Barely 15min. later, Michael, his girls, Marcus, and two dozen armored troopers were descending the atmosphere above a little known region in Venezuela alongside another shuttle and their escort. Reaper came on the comm and told them, “We’ll be reaching the site momentarily. I’m pulling back the fighters and we’ll provide covering fire. If you find heavy artillery in your path, just laze it and we’ll take care of it.”

“You let him fly?” Kat asked, surprised.

Michael shrugged. “He has the passive nanites in his system just like Marcus, so it’s not that much of a risk to have him in a cockpit. Besides, after ‘we’ went out in a fighter during the second engagement, I didn’t really have much of an excuse regarding his rank.”

She sighed. “Ever wonder if it would just be easier to have nanites in all our personnel -just not activated?”

He nodded. “We don’t have the cloning capacity to make it effective, but it was definitely a consideration when we were thinking about how to tackle our limited manpower when we leave the solar system. As an added bonus, Pan would also have the ability to disable or heal them accordingly.”

“I just don’t know if I’m ready for that.” He sighed. “Morality issues aside, people would start joining up just for a chance to increase their life span instead of the reasons we’re looking for. Even if they wouldn’t be enhanced, I still have too many reservations at this time. Hopefully, we can use our automated forces wisely enough and cut down on the number of casualties.” Kat wrapped an arm around him and gave him a squeeze, silently lending her support whatever his decision.

Marcus approached the couple and said, “Sensors read two warehouses. One is a holding facility in a small clearing between the forest and a mountain, the other looks like some kind of underground factory.”

Michael nodded at that. “At this time of day, the professor will probably be forced to work in the factory while his family is held in the other warehouse.”

“We’ve got two shuttles,” Marcus pointed out. “We could split up. Which one do you want to take?”

Shaking his head, Michael replied, “We’ll both hit the holding facility.”

Stacey, who’d been hovering nearby, nodded in agreement, saying, “They’re the hostages, the professor is the asset. They won’t kill him so long as he’s useful.”

Sun Mi, who had finally managed to collect herself, sputtered, “Wha- hang on a second. What if they have another fusion bomb?”

“Now that I know what to look for, they won’t be able to detonate it,” Pandora assured her.

The group they were attacking must have been alerted by all the Furies patrolling overhead because as soon as the shuttles were in range they opened fire on them. Dotted all along the forest and mountainside, plasma gun emplacements identical to those used by the TDF were uncovered and began unloading.

“Hold on to something!” Eliza shouted from the front as Zoe began juking the craft around to avoid the oncoming green bolts. The fighters locked onto their targets and shot a flurry of light-blue ion pulses. Their shuttle braked at the last second and did a 180, hovering slightly above the ground. The ramp dropped from the back, facing the holding facility. Eliza used the rear cannons to make them a ‘doorway.’

Sun Mi was startled when panels along the side of the shuttle’s interior slid open and ten human-shaped robots spilled out and sprinted down the ramp. Her breath caught at the sight of the cybernetic assault units. Gaining information on them had been one of her primary missions when she’d been working for Council Intelligence. They all trooped down the boarding ramp as the ‘Shredders’ (dubbed so by the infantry for how they tore through enemy lines) dove through the improvised opening, eager to soften up their foes.

Rin grinned at Sun Mi’s stunned expression and told her, “If you think those are impressive, just wait until you see the ‘Thrashers’ -the hover tanks.” Their shuttle took off again and began a circling pattern overhead. On the far side of the warehouse, the other Roc lifted off. Marcus began shouting orders and the platoon of armored troopers thundered forward in concert.

In contrast, Michael and his girls walked leisurely after them, stretching and rolling their shoulders and heads as they went. Sun Mi shook her head in wonderment and she saw him pull out an actual ‘sword.’ As the Shredders and troopers began clearing rooms, Pandora lit a path in their vision that led to an area that was, according to the blueprints, the most likely place to house a large number of people.

While they walked down a hallway, the building shook as explosions racked the foundation. Suddenly, at the other end people began pouring fire in their direction. Kat laughed devilishly and broke off running towards them, her Beretta firing nonstop. Michael grinned and took off after her. Stacey yelled, “Hey! Save some for us.”

A shocked Sun Mi gaped after them as she witnessed the girls around her seem to blink out one by one as they blurred forward using their enhanced speed. She stared, not believing what she was seeing, and desperately tried to keep up. Ahead, Michael blurred right then left, moving forward each time as a gunman tried to get a bead on him. As Michael passed by him, the sword came up, cleaving the man in two.

They soon reached an open area where cells lined the walls. People could be seen huddled together behind iron bars. The ‘traitor’ stood in front of what Michael assumed was the professor’s family, an AK-47 pointed at them between the bars. “Stay back!” he shouted in a crazed voice. “I swear I’ll-” Kat interrupted him by putting a bullet through his skull.

The rest of the girls filed in and stared at the number of families who were cowering in their cells, gazing at the newcomers with unmasked terror. “Quite the operation they had here,” Stacey observed. Marcus and his team arrived and he shouted for cutters to get the occupants free as shots of QuickHeal were distributed to those that looked to be suffering.

Marcus told Michael, “There’s still sporadic fire coming from the trees. We don’t dare take them into the open.”

“So…?” Dejah pressed, confused. Just then, they heard the sound of metal tearing and looked up to see two troopers putting in a skylight. A shuttle was waiting overhead. Quickly and efficiently, the families were floated up to the craft via its tractor beam and then it took off towards the Intrepid.

Marcus said, “Seventy yards to the base of the mountain and the opening that leads to the factory.” Michael nodded and the group started off again. The Shredders led the way down the tunnel they found into the bowels of the Earth. Sun Mi was thankful for the night vision that came with her helmet since the passageway was pitch dark.

Ahead of them, they could hear horrified screams as the machines tore into their victims. Dozens of native workers swarmed past them on their descent. The first illuminated area they reached housed a number of assembly lines on which all manner of things from plasma cutters to anti-alien manifestos were produced.

From the corridor beyond, they heard a reverberating *boom* followed by a series of deep *thumps* and the sound of metal tearing. Suddenly, the crumpled form of a Shredder was blasted back through the doorway, skidding across the floor. In the opening, a giant mechsuit -easily 16ft. tall- appeared, wielding what looked to be plasma cutting buzzsaws.

“Aww shit,” Kat muttered, actually impressed at what these fanatical nutcases had achieved so far.

Two dozen and change guns of varying design all opened fire. The only one that seemed to have any effect was Marcus’s cannon based off the B’Amuf ray design, but even then, the metal skin was so thick it would take awhile to penetrate. People dived out of the way as the monstrosity lurched forward and sliced where they’d stood with a spinning arm-saw.

Michael ran forward and hockey-checked the multi-ton metal beast, trying to tip the unwieldy suit on its back. The hit barely registered as it was only knocked back about a foot. He jumped backward as a deadly glowing arm whipped by. It took another step forward and swung again, but they could all tell that it was getting slower.

Pandora told them, ‘I’m powering it down. It’s not networked so I can’t control it, but I can drain the energy it’s using.’

As they watched, the plasma saws slowly began to flicker and blink out, the entire suit slumping forward. They ran past it and into the corridor beyond, two troopers remaining behind to cut the man out of the suit and take him into custody. The next five minutes consisted of running from room to room, shooting all those carrying weapons -usually before they had time to react. At last, the party reached a clean room that held occupied desks surrounding what Michael recognized as a duplicate of the containment block they used for the reactors aboard the Intrepid.

There were a number of people in lab coats staring at them in astonishment. One man stood abruptly and shouted in a hoarse voice, “No! What have you done? Leave and save our families!”

Sun Mi, recognizing the individual, said, “Relax, professor. Your families are safe aboard the Intrepid. If you’d just follow us-”

“Master!” Pandora shouted, the various speakers around the room and in the troopers’ helmets picking her up. “He’s causing an imbalance in the reactor core!”

Everyone turned to see a tall, skinny unshaven man frantically pressing buttons on the console next to the containment structure for the reactor. “Dimitrov, stop!” the professor shouted. Kat didn’t hesitate. Her arm came up and in a single fluid motion pulled the trigger, causing the man’s head to fall forward, a significant portion of it missing.

“It’s too late,” Pandora told them. “The reaction has already started. You have less than three minutes.”

Stacey yelled into the silence that followed that statement, “Everyone grab an egghead and sprint for the exit.” The soldiers moved instantly, throwing a scientist/engineer over a shoulder and taking off.

As Michael was leaving, he told Pandora, “Try to download as much data as you can off their hard drives before this place becomes a crater.” The armored troopers weren’t nearly as agile as Michael and his girls, but their suits clocked out at forty miles an hour. They could book it when they wanted to. A few feet from the shuttle the ground pulsed once before shaking intensely. A few of the troopers lost their footing before they could step onto the ramp of the rising shuttle.

Michael and Kat, picking up the rear, grabbed the backs of the stragglers and launched themselves in the air, catching the shuttle just as the ground disappeared below them. The mountainside exploded outwards, the wave of air pressure actually throwing them to the front of the shuttle. The Roc was battered and beaten as it struggled to gain altitude. Zoe floored the craft forward, forgetting about gaining more height and simply concentrating on distance, skimming the tops of the trees.

Just before the ramp closed completely, the occupants saw an incredible flash as an enormous plume with a fireball in its center dominated the skyline. There was a collective sigh that passed through everyone in the cabin. The silence was broken when Kat hooted in glee. “That was AWESOME!” she screamed, giddy off the adrenaline rush. Michael chuckled as the rest of them shot her incredulous looks.

“Gotta admit,” he said, “it beats playing Call of Duty…” Still lying in the aisle, he reached out and pulled Kat close to share a kiss.

The professor approached Sun Mi and asked hesitantly, “Were you serious? Are our families really safe?” The rest of the scientists and engineers quieted down as she smiled and confirmed they were fine. A cheer went up and her cheeks flushed. She felt exhilarated. This was what she’d been searching for. The chance to do some good; to make a difference; to have her work pay off and be appreciated for her effort.

Michael and his girls sat with the professor -whose name he finally learned was Richard West- as he told the story of their incarceration and what life was like under the Advent Brotherhood. Apparently, the one who’d betrayed them had sold him out and organized his capture. He’d been a vindictive bastard who liked to beat him in front of his wife. Richard was in tears when he thanked Michael profusely for showing up when he did. According to him, the man had told Richard that he’d bribed the guards that night and had planned to rape his wife while he and his daughter watched.

“Who was the man who tampered with the reactor?” Michael asked, trying to change the subject. He was uncomfortable with all the praise the other man was heaping on him. It had been Sun Mi who’d made the connections that resulted in finding them, after all -he’d just been along for the ride.

A sad look crossed the professor’s eyes as he admitted, “Someone I considered a dear friend. We’d always known there was a mole among us. Too many secrets had been exposed, too many plans to escape uncovered and all involved punished mercilessly. But, Dimitrov… he covered for me -he covered for everyone. Little things, like stalling the guards so we could have more time to get ready or scrounging up medicine when we were sick. Now, I see it was all a ploy to gain our trust.”

Michael gave him an understanding smile and clasped him on the shoulder. “You’ll see your family soon. Feel free to rest on the Intrepid for… as long as you’d like,” he told Richard with a gleam in his eye. Kat smiled slyly. She knew Michael saw the insecurities of the former captives as she did. They wouldn’t feel safe on Earth where they’d been snatched from their homes. Many of them would sleep with a gun under their pillow for the rest of their lives. To them, it wouldn’t matter that the Intrepid was heading off to war.