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Author's note: Well, here we are. You are about to read the final chapter of Invid Invasion.

I remember several years ago I was prowling on a forum at the Grey Archive and saw a post that questioned why no one had written "the great porno epic." I saw that and being somewhat obsessed with epics myself (not to mention sex) I began to wonder the same thing. After a few days, I decided that if no one else was going to write it, I would. And here it is. I did. No matter whether people love it or hate it. Here it is. Some of this story turned out great, some of it not so much, a lot of it isn't even to my taste, but on the whole this is something I'm immensely proud of. It began as my first writing project outside of scripts. The first thing I'd ever written in prose. I've learned a lot and still have a lot to learn, but once again, on the whole, I'm immensely proud of it. I sincerely hope you've enjoyed reading it. Despite losing a bit of steam these last two years I know I have enjoyed writing it.

This project has taken me nearly 5 years to write and countless hours. The final counts courtesy Microsoft Word at 12 pt. Times New Roman font, single-spaced, not counting authors notes, are as follows:

Pages: 744
Words: 408,078
Characters: 2,241,974

The word count puts this almost as long as all three Lord of the Rings books combined! That's a damn long novel.

At some point I hope to have an edited version of this book, all in one file, for download. I've already gone through a couple chapters and the edited versions do have a little bit of new material here and there, but basically it's just me trying to make the flow a little better and fix some of the many typos I know plague the text here and there. In the mean time if you would like the whole story in one file, drop me a line and I will email it to you. This version of Chapter 20 is also edited down a bit - the original has some beastiality and scat so if you want the unedited version, email me.

Please let me know what you think of the book as a whole. A few months ago, hotmail deleted all the feedback I had received over the last 4 years in regard to this project and as such, I currently have next to none. It does mean a lot to me to get the stuff and it was a serious blow to lose it all.

Also, let me know if you want me to continue this. I have an idea for a second (and even a third) book involving most of the same characters. I don't know if I will write it as I want to make sure I can put chapters out in a decent amount of time, but if there is enough interest, I may make the effort.

See you all in the funny pages!

John Stellus

[email protected]

Story codes: FF, FFF, M+F, M+FF, group, buk, BDSM, reluc, anal, romantic, creampie, voy, exhib, ws, squirt



Robotech: Invid Invasion Part 20 - Faded Dreams
by Invid Writer

Six Months Later

"Bright afternoon light filtered into the room from the large windows at either side. The room was bare, except for a large four-post bed in its center, two nightstands and two people. Andrea was naked and on her knees. Her back was up against the headboard with wrists tied to the wooden bars behind her. One of the pillows was between her legs and giving a bit of support to her butt. The man in front of her was also naked, save for a dress shirt that was unbuttoned but still draped around his shoulders. He was on the bed in front of her, also on his knees so they were face to face.

"You are gorgeous, aren't you?" he said looking her up and down from only a few inches away. He could see her even tan, her long brown hair, and of course her dark nipples attached to her pert, upturned breasts.

Andrea didn't respond. She wouldn't know what to say anyway. The man leaned forward and kissed her. She responded by habit, kissing back and pressing her chest as far forward as her bonds would allow. She felt her breasts mash in against his chest and her nipples began to get stiff. His tongue slipped passed her lips and again, habitually, she met it with her own. The man seemed to be putting enough passion into the kiss for both of them as he reached around and placed one hand on her ass, the other on the small of her back to encourage her to press into him. Andrea felt his hard cock tickling against her abdomen. She had a feeling the kiss wasn't going to last much longer. She was right.

With equal intensity, the man pulled away from the kiss and slowly stood on the bed, making a point to drag the tip of his hardening dick along her stomach, ribs, breasts and neck before finally requesting entrance between her lips. Andrea felt the cool line of precum he left up her body as she opened her mouth and took his half swollen member into her mouth. He was still small and she had no problem taking him all the way inside.

As she rocked slowly forward and back she felt his hands go to the back of her hair and when she took him all the way in, his cock now pressed against her throat as if asking a new permission. This time, however, Andrea didn't have a choice whether to grant it or not. With his hands still pressed firmly on the back of her head, he continued to force his cock all the way into her mouth. Each stroke, no matter the length of his dick, Andrea's lips pressed hard into the pubic hairs at the base of it. At first it was easy to handle, only entering her throat a half centimetre, but after a few thrusts, it was growing quickly, each time going in a little further. One inch, two, then three forced its way down her throat each time triggering her gag reflex and forcing her to prevent choking on him.

In another minute he was at his full eight inches, four of which kept sliding down her throat. Andrea tried desperately to raise her hands up, but all she could accomplish was a clink-clink sound as the chain of the metal handcuffs grew taught and loose. Andrea's arms continued to flex but she couldn't get her restraints to budge from its grasp on the bottom of the frame. The man moved her head faster and faster, causing Andrea's nostrils to flare as she tried to get enough oxygen. She gulped his dick down each time it pressed against her throat knowing that was the only way she could do it without throwing up.

Each time he withdrew enough for her tongue to reach the tip of his cock, she flicked it across, trying to make him cum quicker but he'd only shove back in and make her choke again. Saliva strung down from her lip and the man's balls to her cleavage. He pulled out briefly and she used the opportunity to gasp for air before he forced himself down her throat once more.

A few minutes passed in the same manner and Andrea felt her eyes flutter. Despite her best efforts, she wasn't getting enough oxygen. She forced herself to take one deep breath through her nose when he pulled out into her mouth but it backfired by throwing off her rhythm and the next time he shoved into her throat she couldn't help but cough around the man's dick, each time forcing it out of her throat, but each time he was ready and shoved it right back in. Another few seconds passed and he pushed himself in as far as he could. Andrea felt his prickly pubic hairs against her lips. She couldn't cough anymore, because she couldn't take in oxygen. Her throat clenched around the obtruding object and tried desperately to swallow it so she could breath again.

Suddenly as Andrea was beginning to get light headed, she felt a spurt of warm semen hit the back of her throat. Another one followed, then a third. She could do nothing but swallow it and hope he was about to pull out. Finally his orgasm subsided and he removed his cock from her mouth. Immediately, Andrea started to cough again, spraying bits of his cum over his softening dick.

"Hey, watch where you spray that shit," he said backing away. "Bitch." He got off the bed and pulled on his pants. Andrea was still coughing, but lighter now. Her lips were wet with the man's sperm. "I hope the next guy is rougher with you."

Fortunately, the man's hopes turned out to be incorrect. When the next man entered, Andrea immediately recognized him as Joe, a regular (and somewhat nerdy) customer. He whistled quietly to himself when he entered the room and saw her naked and kneeling on the bed with her arms behind her. "I don't think I've ever met anyone hotter than you."

"Thanks Joe," Andrea smiled.

"They tied you up today," Joe said matter-of-factly. He started getting undressed. He had done this enough times that it wasn't too awkward.

"Yeah. I like having my hands to work with, but oh well. A lot of guys like their helpless female I guess."

"Well I like it when you have your hands." Joe stood up on the bed, now naked and approached Andrea. Andrea smiled at his comment and leant forward to take his soft cock into her mouth before he was even all the way over. "Oh yeah, that's good," Joe said as Andrea worked his soft cock back and forth with her mouth. He quickly got hard but he wasn't the biggest of guys and Andrea was able to deep throat him properly, each time taking an inch or two of his member into her throat as her tongue licked at the underside of his cock.

Joe reached down and cupped Andrea's soft, firm breasts in his hands. "Mmmm," he moaned. After only a few minutes, Andrea thought he was getting close. She liked Joe so she didn't see any reason not to extend his enjoyment a little bit. She pulled her mouth off his dick and moved underneath to lick his balls. As she took one into her mouth, his hard, wet cock bounced across her cheek, smearing saliva and pre-cum across her face.

Joe still had a death grip on Andrea's breasts, rubbing the soft mounds aggressively, when Andrea went back to deep-throating his cock. His head was arched back and he shoved his hips forward and back. Andrea moved with him to keep from chocking. "Can I cum on your face?"

"Mm hmm," Andrea moaned affirmatively from around his dick.

"Thanks, babe," he said quickly pulling out. Andrea knew he was already coming, being able to taste the first bit of salty semen on her tongue as he pulled out. The majority of the spurt caught her across the nose and lips. The next few hit her right cheek and began slowly joining together to roll down her face and neck. When he was done, Andrea licked the tip of his dick and sat back. The sperm flowing down her body from her cheek was slowing down as it approached the gentle curve of her breast.

"Thanks again."

"My pleasure. Have a good day, okay?"

"You too. Um... Do you want me to clean that up?"

"No, that's okay, the guys like to see it."

"Okay, um, see you."

"See you."

As Joe got dressed and headed out, Andrea took a minute to adjust herself. After staying in one position so long she was starting to get a little stiff. As Andrea propped herself up on her knees in as new a position as her handcuffs allowed, she realized she was really looking forward to getting off "work" and having a fairly relaxing stroll around. She hadn't felt much like leaving the building lately but the urge had been growing within her again for some time. She was looking forward to some fresh air.

She was taken away from her thoughts as the door opened for what was supposed to be her third and final blowjob of the day. She could see her guard standing outside the door with arms crossed as the man walked inside. It made her feel better to know that he was just outside if she needed him. Normally she would have no problem taking any client that got out of control, but with her hands cuffed to the bed, it was another matter entirely.

The blowjob went quickly and was soon over. "Okay, that's it," she said to herself when the room was empty once more. There was a new trail of warm sperm flowing from her cheek to her breast. It copied much the same route as the previous one and between the two loads managed to make it down to her crotch before finally coming to a stop at her landing strip of pubic hairs.

About five minutes passed and Andrea started to wonder if something was wrong. The sperm on her face and chest was getting cold with the room air. Andrea was looking down at her hardening right nipple. The cold was encouraging it more than she would have preferred. Finally, the door opened. "Pearson, it's about time. I'm getting stiff as hell over here."

"Sorry sexy. You just missed him."

Andrea looked up to find it certainly wasn't Pearson talking. She did know the man though. He was a regular client. He had always pressured her to do regular insertions but she was told when she got the job that it was purely blowjobs. "Sorry J. I'm done for the day."

"Your day hasn't even begun yet," the man she knew only as J said.

"What are you talking about?"

"They've fired you."

"What?"

"I guess they didn't tell you when they gave you your hiring package, eh?" J smiled and began undoing his belt. He took it off completely. "See, when customers start to get tired of a girl, they need to bring in new blood. Don't take it personally. You're real fuckin' hot and you lasted a lot longer than most... Still though, business is business."

Andrea looked at him confused. "Quit fucking around J. Do you have the key for these cuffs?"

J laughed to himself. "Oh those cuffs won't be coming off anytime soon. They've told me how dangerous you can be." J wrapped the buckle side of the belt around his hand once and moved over to the bed. Andrea was still kneeling with her legs underneath her and her butt against her ankles.

"What the fuck, J?" Panic was starting to set in.

"Oh, one more thing I should tell you. On a girls last day, before she's let go, they open up the floodgates and get as many customers in as they can. They let them do all the strange perverted things that they promised the girl she'd never have to do. Believe me, they make a bloody fortune. I'm giving them 2000 creds, just for this half-hour."

"Come on J," Andrea pleaded. "You're a decent guy, just go get me the key for these cuffs and I'll see what we can do, huh?"

"Tempting offer," he said. "But I've got a better idea."

THWAP, Andrea was caught off guard as he swung the belt like a whip. It hit across her stomach. "Aaahh," Andrea moaned. "J, don't do this."

"Not to proud to let out a moan I see."

J swung the belt again. There was another thwap and another moan of pain from Andrea. "I don't know what pride has to do with getting hit by a fucking whip," Andrea said.

"Very progressive of you. Get up on your knees. None of this sitting back on your ankles shit." Andrea didn't listen. She stayed sitting back.

THWAP. The belt came down again, this time across her left breast. "Aaarrrrrgh," Andrea moaned louder. It was nearly a scream.

"I'll bet that hurts, doesn't it? Come on now. Up on your knees. I can make it a lot worse than that you know."

"You're going to regret this when I get out of here," Andrea said and rose to her knees. The handcuffs clanked against the wooden headboard behind her as she drug them up with her.

"That's the spirit," he said. "Now you've blown me what, 17 times now?"

"About that."

"And I've asked to fuck you about 25 times?"

"At least," Andrea didn't know what he was getting at but she had a feeling she wouldn't like it.

"Let's round it up to 30 just to be safe then."

"What does it matter?" Andrea wished he would get to the point.

"What does it matter? Not too much I suppose. I'm going to punish you. I'm going to give you one lash for every time you told me no. Not counting the first three of course." J smiled as he saw Andrea's eyes go wide. "I don't know about you, but I can't wait. Count out loud."

THWAP. Andrea was silent, except for a stifled moan.

"Still not cooperating eh? Let's try this again."

THWAP. "Ahhhh," Andrea moaned as the belt came down across her breasts again. It caught her nipple at a bad angle and stung like hell. "Fuck. Two."

"Oh no. You don't count, or you lose track and we start over."

THWAP. "Aarrrgh, one." Andrea moaned out.

"That's better."

THWAP. Andrea hissed in. "Two."

THWAP. She flinched with that hit. It caught an already reddening mark just below her left breast. "Errrr, three."

"Very good Andrea."

THWAP, "four." THWAP, "five." THWAP, "six." Each time the belt hit it hurt more. Her chest and stomach were completely red. He hit her a few more times. Andrea was starting to sweat and her body became slick and shiny with perspiration. It also made the strikes hurt more. THWAP, "AHHH," Andrea felt dizzy, she had to think for a minute. How many was that? "Seventeen," She said, thinking she was right.

"Oh, I'm sorry Andrea. That was eighteen."

"FUCK," Andrea yelled at him. "Stop this."

"Tell you what," J said. "I'll make you a deal. Or rather, a little wager."

"What's that?"

"You spread your legs..." Andrea was waiting for him to finish but he looked at her angrily. "Spread your fucking legs." Andrea, still forced to kneel, spread her legs out as much as possible until they were out wider than her shoulders and her pussy was exposed to the bed. "Better. As I was saying, you spread your legs, and I'm going to take only ten more tries."

"So what's the wager?" Andrea was still grimacing. Her chest felt like it was on fire.

"Well I'm going to aim the end of the belt for that lovely pussy of yours. If I manage to hit it, I'll stop right there. If not, your thighs should absorb the ten blows and save you a bit of pain. Don't worry though, seeing as how it's at such a bad angle, I doubt I'll be able to hit it. But," he smiled. "You never know."

THWAP. "Unnnnnhhh, one." Andrea said. The end of the belt struck her just to the side. Her thigh hurt like hell.

"Good girl, still counting."

THWAP. "Ahhhhh, two." He missed again. This time he struck her a little too high, right in her landing strip. It was still close enough to bring tears to her eyes. She struggled against the cuffs behind her.

THWAP, THWAP, THWAP, THWAP, THWAP. "ARRRRRGH." Andrea's lungs heaved. "Eight," she managed to sputter out. Only two more to go.

THWAP, "AAHHHHH," Andrea was outright screaming now. The belt missed just to the top again and struck in almost exactly the same place. More tears escaped her eyes. "NINE," she shouted. She saw him wind up for the final blow. She closed her eyes tightly and cringed back as much as she was able. Her stomach tensed as did her legs.

THWAP. "AARRRRRRRGGHHH," the scream was the loudest yet. J had gotten lucky and the tip of the belt came down between her legs and almost directly on her clit. Andrea's eyes darted wide open and she violently lurched forward as if to double over. "AHHHH," she screamed again.

"Lucky me," J smiled. "Guess I got it."

Andrea didn't hear him, she was in too much pain. She bucked her hips and tensed her muscles uncontrollably. Her whole body shook with the pain of it and she couldn't stop. "Unnnnnnnngh," she let out a long moan.

"Does it hurt?" J said cockily as he quickly took off his pants.

"Oh, Godddddddddd," Andrea moaned as her body continued to buck and shake uncontrollably. She pulled relentlessly at her handcuffs to try and double over but they wouldn't budge. She was still bouncing up and down on her knees, her body unsure of how to react in its confined state. "Fuuuuuuuck."

Her eyes were clenched tight again and she was trying to slow down her breathing. She didn't even notice as J, now naked from the waist down, manoeuvred himself in front of her, also kneeling. Without warning, he shoved his cock into her dry, swollen pussy and Andrea's eyes shot open once more. "I'll teach you to say no to me, bitch."

Andrea couldn't scream, she didn't have enough oxygen left in her lungs. She only let out a constant subdued moan, interspersed with gasps as she desperately tried to get air back into them. She felt like she was going to pass out. "I'll fucking kill you for this," Andrea said barely at a whisper.

Suddenly, J stopped. "What was that?" He said, obviously having heard. "I'm not sure I quite caught that." He reached down between their bodies and grabbed her swollen clit between thumb and forefinger. He squeezed.

"AAAAAAAAGGGHHHH," Andrea screamed as loudly as before and slumped forward, with arms fully extended behind her, into his shoulder and deeper onto his dick. She had passed out.

"That's what I thought you said."

J quickly discovered he didn't have any interest in fucking an unconscious girl that he couldn't see the expression of. Supporting her back, he leaned her away from him towards the headboard and gave her a few quick slaps to the face. Slowly Andrea stirred. She had a glazed look in her eyes and she still let out a constant, low pitched moan. That was good enough for him.

J pumped her mercilessly for another five or ten minutes while relentlessly playing with her reddened breasts. Andrea heaved and breathed heavily but eventually she managed to get the pain under control and come to her senses again. Just as she felt like she was distancing herself from it, J shoved deep inside her and she felt the warmness of his cum fill her insides.

J flushed and tensed and finally after a long moan of pleasure pulled out of her, leaned back and rolled off the bed. "That was the best fuck I think I ever had. "Thank-you."

"Fuck off," Andrea said.

"Don't mind if I do. I'll be back later tonight though. I wouldn't want to miss the festivities." J laughed as he saw her eyes go wide. It was only noon and Andrea knew it. "Later." J put on his pants and left the room. The door shut behind him and carefully, Andrea arranged herself so she was lying on her back with her arms above her at the base of the headboard. The position took a little of the heat off her loins and breasts and she closed her eyes and tried to think of something other than the pain. Unfortunately, that was easy. Was he just screwing with her, or did he really mean she was going to be at this all day?

"Fuck," Andrea said to herself. She wondered what she had gotten herself into. She knew three months ago that she should never have got a job here. She should have listened to herself. "Fuck," she said again.

The door opened and Andrea looked at the clock. It had been about two hours since J. had left and no one had come in since then. The throbbing in her loins had gone down to something of a heightened sensitivity and her breasts and stomach felt fine. They weren't even red anymore. Apparently the belt had failed to ever break her skin.

Andrea looked over at the door. An attractive woman was walking over. She was dressed professionally and seemed to be in her mid twenties. "Are you getting me out of here?" Andrea couldn't help but ask optimistically.

"'Fraid not girl. I've got you for the rest of the day." Andrea's mood lightened. She wasn't likely to be nearly as bad as J. "Of course," she added, "I do have to share you for most of it. I've only got you solo for an hour now and an hour at the end. But, it'll have to do."

"You have a belt?" Andrea asked.

"No."

"Then you'll be a step up from the last one."

"Well that's probably a safe bet," she said. "You can call me Faye."

"Andrea."

"I know," Faye said.

"So you really okay with this?"

"With what?"

"With raping me? Knowing that I just want to leave and these people here are taking advantage of me?"

"I don't pretend to be a nice person, Andrea. But I do try not to be a malicious person. Truth is, I'm one kinky bitch and under most circumstances I can't get what I need. Don't worry though. I'll treat you well enough."

"Uh... thanks. I guess."

"Oh, my pleasure," Faye said looking Andrea up and down. "Wow, they weren't lying to me. You... are... hot." Faye stripped off her shirt to reveal a beautiful tan, two small upturned breasts with puffy nipples, and a well-toned stomach. She was a small person. Andrea was a little reminded of Kitty. She tried not to think about it.

"You're not too bad yourself," Andrea said, hoping the flattery would make the day go a little easier.

"Well Andrea, we have a good eight hours together so I don't see the need to rush into the heavy stuff. Let's just get to know each others bodies, hm? We'll get into the good stuff in a while."

Andrea was careful not to say anything. She didn't want Faye thinking it was okay to take advantage of her like this. She was still hoping that Faye could be convinced to let her go.

"No comment hm? Good. I like the strong silent type." Faye, still in only her skirt, leaned forward and kissed Andrea gently on the lips. Andrea thought it would be wise to kiss back, at least for now if she wanted to elicit this woman's sympathy. It wasn't hard after a minute or two. Faye was a damn good kisser. She kissed like... "Mmmm," Faye moaned as she pulled away. "Very nice." Andrea smiled briefly and Faye went back to the kiss. Throughout the next twenty or thirty minutes the two women simply made out. Faye's hands explored everywhere on Andrea's body, including her pussy and ass. By the time the half hour was up, Faye seemed to know Andrea literally inside and out.

"I don't know about you," Faye said. "But I am getting really fucking turned on."

Andrea had to admit that she was a little wet herself. She thought there must be a part of herself that liked being in these helpless situations. Only on a few occasions had she actually tried with all her effort to get out of them. "Me too," she admitted.

"Well you," she said, "are going to get all you can handle soon enough. But as for me, I've got some catching up to do." She stood up and shimmied out of her tight skirt. She didn't have any panties on and was completely shaved. Andrea could see how wet her pussy was before she was even all that close to it. She had no tan lines and lowered herself down to straddle Andrea's breasts. Andrea could feel the damp heat of Faye's pussy in her cleavage. As Andrea looked up, she saw Kitty's long brown hair. She closed her eyes and sent her mind elsewhere.

She felt Faye's warm pussy lift off her before it came down on her left breast. Faye began to rock her hips a bit and grind into Andrea's tit. Soon her breast was too wet with Faye's juices to provide any real friction, so Faye moved over to the right side. Andrea finally opened her eyes and was treated immediately to a view of Faye's extremely thin waist and tight stomach flexing as she grinded into Andrea's right breast. Andrea could see her own nipple occasionally poke out from between Faye's pink lower lips as they dragged across her soft flesh. She noticed her left nipple shone with Faye's juices and was about as hard as it ever got. Andrea felt her own pussy begin to grow even wetter and looked further up Faye's body to her cone shaped tits and long nipples. She was starting to sweat and her chest was getting shiny with sweat.

Faye reached down and gently grabbed Andrea's hair with her small hands. "I want to cum," she said.

Andrea couldn't help a small smile. That body was sure reminding her of Kitty. "I don't think I could stop you if I tried," Andrea said.

"I don't want to cum on your breasts. I want to cum on your mouth."

Andrea didn't say anything. She still was having doubts as to how much she should encourage her. But regardless, Faye didn't wait for a response. She lifted her pussy off Andrea's now soaking right breast and planted her sopping pussy onto Andrea's lips. She kept her mouth closed, but she couldn't find it in herself to resist either. She simply looked up at Faye's flexed stomach as she ground into Andrea's mouth. Without meeting any resistance, Faye pressed her crotch into Andrea's face harder. Each thrust caused Andrea's slack lips to part and drag along with the motions of her pussy. Andrea quickly got her first taste and she had to admit, it tasted good. Faye's humping continued to get more and more intense. She was moaning now and each thrust took her pussy all the way up to Andrea's nose, covering it too in a thin layer of her juices. All Andrea could smell was sex. She smelled like Kitty too. Andrea closed her eyes again.

A few more minutes and Andrea was overcome. She didn't care if Faye wasn't the one she wanted, she was close enough. Andrea opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out to find Faye's clit. A loud moan told her she found the right spot. "Now that's better," Faye said happily. "Eat me out girl."

Andrea was completely overcome with her emotions and arousal. Her tongue darted around Faye's sex as fast as possible, exploring it as thoroughly as it could, always trying to get deeper, or put more pressure on her clit.

"Oh God," Faye moaned. "Don't stop."

Andrea wouldn't dream of it. She continued the assault, making Faye wetter and wetter. She'd never met anyone that had such a soaking pussy before but she relished in it like some kind of a drug. Beads of Faye's juices ran down the sides of Andrea's mouth. Her tongue worked as hard as it could and dug deep into Faye's sex. She felt the interior walls of Faye's pussy clamp down around it. She moaned again and suddenly a stream of Faye's cum burst out into Andrea's mouth. She jumped, more than a little surprised. Faye was ejaculating as much cum as most guys, if not a bit more. "Keep it in your mouth," Faye said as it began to fill to the brim with Faye's cum. Faye had her sex pressed so hard into her mouth she couldn't have spit it out if she had wanted to. She made sure not to swallow and without any other ideas, Andrea continued to tongue at Faye's clamping insides.

Faye's orgasm went on for quite some time thanks to Andrea's continuous efforts. Andrea noticed Faye's stomach was not flexing as hard or as fast any more and was showing a return to normal breathing again. Faye finally lifted her pussy off Andrea's face and slid her wet sex down Andrea's body until she was able to lie on top of her. Andrea closed her mouth to keep Faye's cum inside. Faye pressed her sweaty body onto Andrea's and looked into her eyes. "Let me see," she said.

Andrea's face was covered in Faye's cum. Her lips, chin and nose were completely smeared with it. It made her look somehow carnal. Andrea opened her mouth to reveal it was nearly full. "Wow, I haven't cum that much in a while," Faye smiled and lowered her lips to meet her partners. Andrea opened her eyes wide in surprise. Was Faye going to do what she thought?

Without delay, Andrea was proved right. Faye pressed her lips to Andrea's and dipped her tongue into Andrea's cum filled mouth. "Mmmm," Faye moaned as she lapped at her own transparent cum. Andrea eventually became overcome with the kiss and couldn't help but meet Faye's tongue with her own, forcing small amount of the liquid to trail down her cheek from the edges of her lips. The two relished in the sloppy kiss for quite a while until they were eventually interrupted by an opening door. Faye withdrew her lips, now equally covered in the stuff. "So are you going to swallow that or what?" She said playfully.

Andrea hesitated, but not for the reasons Faye thought. Andrea didn't want to swallow it because she didn't want to loose the taste. She was enjoying it more than she ever thought she would. Andrea looked past Faye to see a large group of men entering the room. "Come on, Andrea," Faye said. "They'll be plenty more where that came from. Besides, you've got to make some room for their cum." She smiled. Andrea smiled back and after another short moment swallowed the mouthful of Faye's juices. "Good girl," Faye said and gave her another deep kiss. Faye got up and moved to the side of the bed. After Faye moved, Andrea could clearly see the group of men that had entered the room. There were a lot of them. Maybe twenty or thirty and still more were coming in. This was going to be a long day.

* * *

It had been a few hours and Andrea was starting to get tired, not to mention sore. She'd had a cock in her pussy and mouth pretty much non stop and it seemed like the guys just kept coming. Her face was so covered in cum that it was barely recognizable. Pools of cum had collected in her eyes, ears and along her hairline. She had given up on trying to keep her eyes closed an hour ago and had decided to just put up with the stinging sensation the cum gave her. Fortunately, over the last fifteen minutes or so the burning sensation had started to fade.

Her stomach, pussy and thighs were in a similar position and there was a fairly substantial trail of cum from all that she'd spit out that had travelled down her chin and neck, to collect at her collar bone. Smaller little streams, especially around her thighs and belly button tickled her as they slowly rolled down her in various directions. Faye had simply kept out of the way to watch. She had left for about half an hour but recently came back.

"Can I get a glass of water, or something?" Andrea said after spitting out the latest man's cum.

"You don't need water," Faye said. "Just start swallowing."

"You're kidding," Andrea said. A look in Faye's eyes told her she wasn't. "How about a bathroom break then?"

"Which end?"

"What?" Andrea looked over at her.

"Which end?"

"I need to pee if that's what you mean."

Faye smiled, got up, and moved to the foot of the bed. She was still naked. She moved the man that was inside Andrea's pussy out of the way "Prop your hips up," Faye said.

Andrea looked at her strangely but used her legs to prop her hips about eight inches off the bed. "Why?"

"Cause you're going to piss on me."

"What?"

"Piss on me." Faye got to her knees on the floor at the end of the bed, only a foot or two away from Andrea's cum soaked crotch. She opened her mouth.

Andrea lowered her lips and looked at her from between her legs. "You have got to be kidding."

Faye sighed. "Okay, well make it interesting. I'm only a couple feet from you. If you can get it in my mouth before I count to five, I'll make it worth your while. If not, I won't."

"What are you...?"

"One," Faye said.

"I'm not going to..."

"Two," Faye said. "You must really want to find out what's going to happen at five." She smiled. "Three."

"Fuck," Andrea said to herself. "I can't believe this." She lifted her hips back up again. She'd been holding her bladder long enough that it came out hard and straight.

"Four," Faye said and felt the warm stream of liquid splash against her small breasts before flowing down her body in streams. "That's my tits," Faye said, her smile growing.

Andrea angled her hips to try and raise the stream.

"Five," Faye said and tasted the salty stream immediately after speaking the word. She closed her eyes and swallowed the first mouthful. The stream continued to hit her, sometimes in the mouth, sometimes on the forehead or cheeks. The light yellow liquid soaked her body and rolled down her in all directions. Her nipples grew hard and she opened her mouth again just before the stream tapered off and Andrea lowered her hips once again. Faye closed her mouth, concealing about half a mouthful inside and still smiling, walked around the side of the bed towards Andrea's face.

Andrea looked up at her. Her hair was wet and stuck to her face, neck and back. She looked like she had just come out of the shower. Andrea couldn't help but picture Kitty stepping inside her tent, naked, after just being out in the jungle rain. So when Faye moved in for a kiss, Andrea didn't think of anything but meeting that kiss full on. She parted her lips and gingerly stuck her tongue through Faye's. She didn't even hear the hooting and hollering of the men. Andrea broke out of her daydream as soon as her tongue succeeded in parting Faye's lips and the urine contained inside rushed into her own mouth. Faye moved away and Andrea immediately spit out the gross, salty liquid dramatically. It came down as a spray over her breasts and collected in her cleavage.

"You are one dirty girl," Faye said to Andrea smiling. "I thought you would have resisted."

Andrea spit again, trying to get the last little bits out of her mouth. This time they rolled down her chin.

"Well you were close," Faye said, "but you didn't quite make it in five." Faye looked towards some of the men. "Can a few of you stronger folk hold her arms for me?"

Two men quickly came over from each side and held Andrea's arms in place. Faye walked around behind the bed and grabbing a key, undid the handcuffs. "Okay, turn her over," Faye said. "We're going to do doggy style for a while."

Andrea resisted, but she wasn't much of a match for two men on each arm, and soon found herself kneeling towards the headboard. Her hands were cuffed again and the men moved away. Faye walked back around and pulled Andrea's knees back until her arms were fully outstretched in front of her, thus giving enough room for a man to stand in-between them and still get a blowjob. The position was awkward for Andrea, leaning so far forward with most of her weight on her knees. She had to use a fair bit of arm strength to support her head and chest.

Andrea's firm breasts hung down from her chest. Cum and urine dripped off her torso and face. She spat again. "Okay," Faye said. She pointed to one of the men that had helped her. "You, get a blowjob." She waited for him to go and stand in-between Andrea's arms. He did so. He grabbed Andrea's hair and pulled her head back to give him clear access to her mouth. She knew the drill and opened. He was fairly big and immediately slid down her throat. She gagged slightly but he pulled out and by the next time he entered her throat, she was ready for him. She relaxed her gag reflex and let him enter all the way inside her mouth. She felt his coarse pubic hairs against her sticky lips and nose.

"Okay, and you," Faye continued, speaking to another one of the helpers "get underneath her. You get her pussy." The man complied, squirming his way underneath her until he was looking up at her throat, bulging with the large cock inside it. Her grabbed her tits and began to squeeze hard. Andrea moaned but was ignored by all involved. Faye carefully guided Andrea's pussy onto the man's stiff cock until she was essentially riding him. He was quite big too at about nine inches, but her pussy was still so wet from previous cum she had no trouble taking him all the way in one attempt. She felt coarse pubic hairs in a new place now, this time against her cum matted landing strip. When she lifted her hips off him, there was still enough cum to leave long strands connecting her crotch with his. She lowered her hips back down on his cock again and tried to establish a rhythm with the two men.

"Okay, you're next," Faye said to another man. He was equally large at about nine inches. "You're a bit of a big boy, hey? Gimme a sec." Faye positioned herself behind Andrea and spread her ass cheeks with her hands. She looked down at the tiny pink rosebud. "You don't need to take a dump too by any chance, do you?"

"No," Andrea mumbled from around the man's cock.

"Ah, too bad." Faye leaned forward and stuck her tongue against Andrea's ass. She moaned pleasurably as Faye's soft mouth enveloped her nether hole. With a little effort, Faye pushed her tongue inside, and spun it around the interior walls of Andrea's ass. Andrea moaned again. Faye pushed her tongue in as far as she could, lapping as hungrily as she was sloppily in Andrea's rear. Andrea's muffled moans permeated the room. After three hours of being pounded, pussy and mouth, she was finally starting to enjoy herself. Her sex made sloppy noises as it bounced up and down off the man's cock, each time taking at least a few stringers with it when it moved upwards. Faye had gotten her tongue deeper in her ass than anyone had before. She made slurping sounds as she continually attempted to push it in further without any success. Her ass was getting wet with saliva. Andrea moaned in disappointment when Faye finally withdrew. Her pink hole was puckered and quickly tensed as if trying to keep Faye's tongue inside.

"Okay, now it's your turn," Faye said to the guy waiting. She gave him a quick, sloppy blowjob to get his cock a little wet and then guided it towards Andrea's ass. Andrea felt the tip of his cock against her tight rear entrance and her eyes went wide with concern. It didn't feel like Faye's tongue at all. She instantly panicked, knowing she hadn't had a dick in there since Cuba more than half a year ago. She wasn't interested in having one in there now.

"This is what you get for not making five in time," Faye said and guided the man's cock into Andrea's ass. The men in her pussy and mouth held still, each imbedded to the hilt inside her. With a little effort, the man in her ass got his swollen head inside her.

"Unnngh" Andrea grunted through the cock in her mouth. It hurt. With a little bit of in and out motion, the man inside her tried to get her to adjust to his girth. Thinking incorrectly that she was ready, he thrust his hips forward and buried three inches in her ass. Andrea felt like she had just been winded. She tried to let out a hard breath but could only hack awkwardly around the cock deep in her throat. She couldn't concentrate on keeping her gag reflex under control and it started to try and expel the object.

"I swear to God man, if she pukes on me..." it was the man underneath her talking.

"Don't worry," Faye said in response, coming around so she was in Andrea's line of sight. "You won't puke on him, will you Andrea?" Andrea could only look at her and try to control her throats convulsions. Faye leaned down and looked her in the eye. "If you do, I'll make you lick him clean." She gave Andrea's cheek a lick, causing a clean line in her cum covered face to appear. "Mmm, tasty. Now where were we?" Faye walked back around to Andrea's ass. The man's cock was holding steady at three inches.

"I don't think it's gonna fit," the man said a little disappointed. "She's really fuckin' tight."

Faye sighed. "Do I have to do everything myself? Okay pull it out." He did so with a schlock, wet vacuum sound. The men in Andrea's pussy and mouth continued their action and without the foreign object up her butt, Andrea managed to get her gagging under control. She wished Faye would just go back to rimming her out.

Faye had other ideas however, and took the cock she was trying to get into Andrea into her mouth. She gave him another deep, sloppy blowjob, this time clearly able to taste Andrea's ass on his cock. Faye's nipples grew harder and she forced herself to stop before the man came. "Okay, try again," she said.

This time, the man went up to Andrea and immediately reburied his first three inches. Andrea choked again and tried to concentrate on keeping her gagging under control. The man in her ass gave another shove, getting about half of his nine inches inside her. "It's not gonna go," he said.

"Sure it is," Faye said. "There's no way this is the first time she's had a cock in the ass." She grabbed the man by the buttocks and shoved him forward, forcing him to bury another inch and a bit inside her. Andrea grunted again, this time louder than before. Her ass felt stretched inconceivably wide. She could feel the two men's dicks touching inside her, only separated by the two thin walls of her rectum and pussy. "There," Faye said. "Already two-thirds in."

Faye guided him back out again and once more took him into her mouth. "God that's good," She said pulling off him again. She licked ravenously up the length of his cock on all sides before turning her attention back to Andrea. Her ass hole was gaping wide open and Andrea could feel the cool room air against it. It was a pleasant surprise, when instead of a cock, she felt Faye's tongue burying itself inside her once more. Again, Faye eagerly and sloppily lapped at the inside of Andrea's rectum, leaving even more saliva behind than last time. Her tongue was cooling on Andrea's burning ass and she didn't want her to leave. Unfortunately, she did, and she felt the head of the man's cock against her once more.

This time, with one good thrust, the man planted himself all the way inside Andrea's ass. "UNNNNN," Andrea moaned through the dick in her mouth. She gagged again, this time hacking more severely. She barely managed to keep her stomach contents down, and only then because the man pulled out a bit. She had trouble not biting him. He pushed back in again and she gagged, once more making hacking sounds around his member. A long trail of saliva drooped down from her lower lip waving back and forth with the man's motions.

Then, adjusting to the rhythm of her throat fuck, the two men in her other holes slowly began moving in and out in tandem. She had never felt as full as she felt when all three men were buried to the hilt inside her. She moaned continuously, each time gasping for air whenever the man in her mouth briefly pulled out. She felt a cramp in her stomach travel all around her side towards her lower back and she started to sweat. She was having difficulty holding her head and chest up. She just wanted to collapse to the bed, but the man in her mouth held her armpits and forced her to maintain the position.

Unfortunately with her more or less straddling the man beneath her in a sitting position, the men in her pussy and ass couldn't thrust in and out more than a couple of inches. It meant that the majority of their length was inside her the whole time. It also meant they weren't enjoying themselves as much as they could be. "Come on, Andrea," Faye said. "Give these guys their monies worth. You're going to have to do some of the work here."

Andrea still couldn't talk with the dick in her mouth but she didn't start moving her hips. Hopefully they would get the picture that she wasn't going to help them.

"If you do it, I'll make it worth your while," Faye said, the smile returning to her face. "If not..."

Andrea made a frustrated sound.

"You've got 'till the count of three to start. One..."

Andrea began moving her hips. Using her knees, she lifted her whole body towards the headboards away from the two men inside her lower half, while simultaneously deep-throating the man in her mouth. When the heads of their cocks were just barely inside her two holes she stopped. She could feel her pussy and ass contracting, thankful to have a little available space again. She hated that it wasn't to last. She lowered herself back on their cocks, thus pulling away from the man in her mouth. She breathed in.

"Good girl," Faye said as Andrea slowly lifted her hips a second time. Her movements were slow and methodical as she tried to get the rhythm right so that no one slipped out of her. She also had to time her breathing for when she was fully impaled on the two cocks in her pussy and ass, which meant her breaths were sharp and ragged. After a few minutes she managed to get pretty good at it and managed to form a fairly stable pace. Faye, apparently not wanting to be left out any more, came to Andrea's side and leant down to lick the man's cock, and the rim of Andrea's anus, each time the two body parts started to separate. It was a strong, pungent taste, but Faye seemed to relish in it.

Finally, the man in her mouth came, and Andrea swallowed it like she had earlier been instructed to do. Another took his place and Andrea continued pumping up and down on the two giant dicks beneath her. Even after a good amount of time had passed, she still cringed each time she lowered herself on the two cocks. Her cramp hadn't gone away yet, but at least it was slowly fading. Meanwhile, Faye continued to lick at her ass and the man's cock, regularly adding some much needed lubrication.

After what seemed to be an eternity, the men in her pussy and ass came simultaneously when Andrea was on the in-stroke. She lowered her weight onto them, completely burying their members inside her body. She could feel their dicks pulse as they each shot load after load of cum inside her nether regions. The man in her mouth came not too far behind the others and she found herself taking cum in all three holes at once. The man in her mouth pulled out first, followed by the one in her ass and pussy. The man underneath her crawled away and Faye led the one that had been in her ass to the side. She whispered something in his ear and he nodded yes. The two came back.

Andrea was enjoying having a moments pause. "Well Andrea," Faye said. "You did good. I'm going to give two of your holes a bit of a reward."

Andrea nodded, happy to hear she'd get at least a partial rest. "Your mouth on the other hand, gets to keep going," Faye said. The man that had been in her ass stepped in-between her arms. His softening cock was still glistening.

"What?" Andrea was surprised. "But I did what you wanted."

"I know. And that's why you're getting your reward. Trust me, on the whole, you'll enjoy yourself just fine. But we still have to put a show on for all these guys you know." Faye moved around behind Andrea while the man in front of her grabbed Andrea gently by the hair and moved her towards his partially soft member. Reluctantly, she opened her mouth and took him inside. She was instantly relieved to realize the first thing she tasted was cum. She gained a bit of courage and allowed him to enter all the way. He was still soft so she could take him all in her mouth without bothering her throat. Unfortunately it wasn't long until the taste of cum gave way to the taste of her own ass. She gagged, despite her clear throat but once inside her, the man wasn't going to let her push him out.

Meanwhile, Faye was behind Andrea, spreading her cheeks. Her ass hole was red and a little swollen and her pussy was still dripping cum. Faye lowered her tongue to Andrea's ass and stuck it inside once more. She was encouraged to see Andrea's body instantly relaxed and she began to lap, this time sensitively, at Andrea's open rectum. "Mmm," Faye moaned as she dug out the first bit of semen with her tongue. "You taste good," she said. Andrea didn't agree, but she was enjoying Faye's attention. It felt even better than before. Andrea relaxed her pussy and ass, allowing Faye to dig out more precious cum with her tongue. "I told you, you would enjoy this," Faye said briefly before going back for more.

The pleasant ministrations continued for quite some time until Andrea could no longer taste herself on the man's cock and he was once again hard. She was sure Faye had dug out all of the cum by now but it wasn't stopping her. She was tongue fucking Andrea's ass with passion and Andrea was getting close to an orgasm. Faye gently inserted two fingers into Andrea's pussy and curled them up to press against her G spot. With the tongue constantly searching out new territory inside her rear hole, Andrea couldn't help herself. Her body shook and she came hard, clamping down around Faye's tongue and fingers. Her orgasm triggered the man inside her mouth and he added his own deposit to the contents of her stomach. He pulled out and stepped away while Andrea was still shaking. "Don't stop," Andrea said wanting her orgasm to continue. Faye complied, pressing her tongue into Andrea's tightening rear as hard as possible and wiggling it around, trying to circle the insides of her rectum.

Eventually, the orgasm subsided and Andrea started to feel weak. "Okay boys," Faye said. "Back at her."

Three men took the same positions of the previous and slowly worked their way inside her. Faye leaned over to whisper in Andrea's ear. "I'll make you feel that good for every 12 guys you make cum. And don't worry, I think you're already a third done. Only about 55 more guys to go." Andrea's eyes went wide and Faye smiled. She gave Andrea's earlobe a quick suck. Andrea shivered at the pleasant feeling.

* * *

Andrea was flat on her back once again but for the last couple of hours. There was currently someone moving between her pussy and ass with each thrust. One in the pussy, one in the ass, then back to her pussy. It was long past uncomfortable. Faye had returned to the sidelines to watch the days activities and currently, she was happy to only be dealing with two men, the second of which was in her mouth. Her jaw was sore as hell, not to mention her pussy and ass. If it wasn't for all the cum acting as lubrication she'd probably be in outright agony. Her stomach felt bloated from all the cum she had swallowed, but in reality, it was probably only about ten loads.

For most of the last few hours she had actually been serving four people at once. The fourth man would straddle her chest and tit fuck her, eventually smearing his seed over her breasts and neck. Apparently she was too covered in the stuff now and most of the guys stayed away. She figured her cleavage was probably a little too gooey for them. In fact, it was starting to get ridiculous. After serving nearly ninety men, most of which wanted to cum on her instead of in her, she felt as if there were virtual rivers of the stuff covering her body. Her vision was blurry from looking through pools of the milky substance. Her chest and stomach were drenched, especially down the middle from her collarbone and cleavage all the way to her belly button. A large pool had collected between her breasts that was probably about half an inch deep. Her belly button was also a swimming pool.

The men couldn't help but be a contradiction, always avoiding to touch it while at the same time constantly needing to add to it. Under Faye's instruction they had long ago laid a plastic sheet underneath her. Whether the reason was to collect the cum, or protect the sheets, Andrea wasn't sure and was more than a little worried about finding out. Nonetheless, the thick liquid had worked its way underneath her as well, coating her back in a thin, slippery layer.

She was shocked, when the man currently inside of her ass pulled out, came over her stomach and then left the bed without being replaced by another. She felt oddly empty without any meat in either of her lower holes and wondered what was taking his replacement so long. Not that she minded the empty feeling. It was actually kind of nice. It just felt unnatural somehow.

Not too long later the man in her mouth pulled out and came over her face, adding to the pool in her eyes and forming a strand between the tip of her nose and her upper lip. He got off the bed and got dressed. Andrea lifted her head up and looked around the room. The milky white liquid flowed down her face slowly and methodically. Her hair was wet and heavy. With the exception of Faye and the man getting dressed, the room was empty. Andrea let her head rest back against the bed. She breathed in deeply, another couple of stringers forming between her lips as she opened them.

"Well aren't you a sight for sore eyes," Faye said approaching the bed. "You're like some kind of sex Goddess, covered in spunk like that."

Andrea noticed for the first time, a tripod set up with a camera on top not too far from the side of the bed. "You taped this?"

"Are you kidding? That's why I had to leave. I forgot it at home and there was no way I was going to miss having this on tape. "I think you just became my new favourite video."

"Great," Andrea said exhausted. "I'm honoured."

"You should be. I've got an awful lot on tape, but nothing like this."

Faye straddled Andrea, and lowered her butt onto Andrea's wet, gooey stomach. Her hands moved to Andrea's armpits and she rested them there casually. "Do you think I'm attractive, Andrea?"

Andrea looked up at Faye's tiny, tight body, then up to her face. "You're beautiful. You remind me of someone I knew."

"I know you're tired, but if I undo your handcuffs, will you stay here willingly for the next hour?"

Andrea nodded. She wasn't going anywhere. She wanted Kitty and Faye was the next best thing. Faye smiled and got up off of Andrea, her crotch and thighs now smeared with cum. She moved around to the other side of the bed and undid the cuffs. Andrea moved her arms down to a more natural position and rubbed her wrists. They were red and quite sore. Faye resumed her previous spot on Andrea's stomach but this time leaned forward and thread her fingers into Andrea's wet, matted hair. "Kiss me," she said, only a few inches from Andrea's face.

Andrea lifted her head, her lips red and engorged from all the sex. She touched her lips hesitantly to Faye's and pulled away slightly. It felt electric and the two women stopped for a moment and looked into each others eyes. Faye met no resistance as she pulled Andrea's head towards her own and kissed her deeply. Her tongue exited her mouth and searched out Andrea's. The two organs met by Andrea's parted teeth and began a struggle for dominance, each kissing harder and with more passion. Andrea wrapped her still dry arms around Faye's back and pulled the smaller woman against her body tightly. There was a squishing sound as the semen was spread between them and Andrea wrapped her in her arms even tighter, not wanting to ever let go.

They kissed for as long as Andrea's tongue had the strength to continue. Eventually, Andrea loosened her grip and Faye broke away. Her lips weren't gone for long. They quickly returned to Andrea's neck, slowly kissing their way down, each time taking a group of stringers with them when they moved to the next spot. Andrea gasped in pleasure as Faye slowly kissed down her neck, working her way towards her collarbone. Her senses felt heightened and oversensitive. As Faye continued to kiss down her neck, Andrea started to shudder almost imperceptibly.

Faye extended her tongue into the pool of cum at Andrea's collarbone before dragging it through and down her chest towards her right breast. Her tongue left a clear line down Andrea's body, from collarbone to nipple. Faye enveloped Andrea's nipple in her mouth and sucked on it hard, pulling it away from her body. Andrea let out a more noticeable shudder. Faye briefly moved to Andrea's other nipple, giving it the same treatment before continuing her descent, kissing down Andrea's stomach, lapping at the pool in her belly button and finally reaching her target. With her fingers, Faye gingerly spread the outer lips of Andrea's pussy. It was still quite loose from all the action and she could see inside a good ways. The bright pink gradually gave way to darkness and as far back as she could see, a river of cum, trying to escape. She couldn't keep her tongue away.

"Ohhhh," Andrea moaned as Faye's tongue split her pussy lips and entered inside her. Just as before, it felt cooling to have her wet, soft tongue inside her. Faye's mouth quickly filled with load after load of cum Andrea's pussy was expelling. Andrea lowered her hands to Faye's hair and pressed her crotch tightly against her face. Faye's nose was tickling her clit and an orgasm was already approaching. "Don't stop," Andrea gasped.

Faye was forced to gulp down the full mouthful of cum. Her tongue re-entered to finish the job and Andrea came. Her pussy spasmed around Faye's mouth and ejaculated everything it could of the men's cum, now diluted with her own juices. This time though, Faye didn't swallow. As Andrea's orgasm winded down, Faye slid up Andrea's cum slick body and moved her lips in for a kiss. Andrea fell for it again, instantly lifting her head and slipping her tongue between Faye's. Her mouth was instantly filled with sperm and her own cum. She nearly chocked, surprised by it, but to Faye's astonishment, didn't stop the kiss. The cum didn't gross her out nearly as much as her own urine, so instead of spitting it out so dramatically, Andrea pressed her tongue deep into Faye's mouth, locked their lips and rolled over quickly so Faye was on her back and she was on top.

The mixture of cum emptied out back into Faye's mouth and Andrea smiled at her. The rest of the gooey white liquid on Andrea's body began to drip down as well, stringing down from her face, hair, breasts and stomach and landing on Faye's equivalent body parts. "Tag, you're it," Andrea said with a smile. The cum rolling off her face and onto Faye made it almost look like she was melting. It was odd to see a smile through it.

Faye smiled back with a mischievous look in her eyes. Her own face was becoming covered in the men's juices. She slid her hands down Andrea's sides and grabbing her by the waist, flipped her back over onto her back, effectively reversing their positions back to the original. She forced a kiss on Andrea using her tongue to part her lips and managed to get must of the concoction back into Andrea's mouth. "I'm not going down that easy," Faye taunted.

The two women wrestled playfully, each taking turns switching the mouthful back and fourth. Faye spun Andrea around and grabbed her breast hard, forcing her to open her mouth with a gasp before spitting it out into Andrea. Andrea spun them around again, this time inserting two fingers into Faye's pussy and kissing hard. The battle continued until Andrea eventually wound up on top, surprised to find when she tried to spit it out there was nothing left. Over the last few minutes it had all spilled out in small amounts, out of the sides of their mouths, flowing down to their hair or ears. "Looks like we both win," Andrea said unable to shake the smile off her face.

"What? I can't hear you, there's cum in my ears," Faye said.

"Join the club," Andrea smiled and lowered her mouth to Faye's ear. She stuck her tongue out and lapped at what was left, quickly removing it. Faye shuddered. Apparently the ear was a sensitive spot for her as well. Andrea did the same to her other one. "Better?" She said.

"Much," Faye smiled back. "I hate to say it Andrea, but my hour's about up. You're done."

"What, now that I'm finally starting to have some fun? Uh uh, you're staying."

"I was hoping you would say that."

Andrea smiled and kissed Faye hard on the mouth. Her hands found Faye's small breasts and with her right hand she pushed in hard, virtually flattening it against her chest. "I love small tits," Andrea said breaking the kiss briefly.

"At least someone does," Faye said with a smile. "Personally, I'd rather they look like yours."

"No way," Andrea said, admiring Faye's puffy nipple between the fingers of her left hand. The two women had been rubbing together enough that both their bodies were equally drenched in the men's cum. It still continued to pool on the plastic sheet around whoever was on the bottom. Andrea grabbed Faye's slippery nipples and pulled, forming her right breast into a cone, while her left was still flat against her chest. "Although, you look a little lopsided there," Andrea teased.

"Oh, so we're playing the titty game now, are we?" Faye said grabbing each of Andrea's nipples and pulling them hard towards her face.

Andrea's breasts stretched upwards into cones and she yelped. She let go of Faye's breasts, which let them bounce back into place, and slid up Faye's body to try and relieve some of the pressure. Before she knew it she found her tits hovering over Faye's face. "Ouch," Andrea said. "That hurts you know."

"Oh, you mean kind of like someone mashing my breast as hard as they can into my ribs?"

Andrea smiled. Faye had her there. "Um, yeah. Kind of. I guess."

"Uh huh." Faye let go and reached around to Andrea's back, pulling her towards her so that her breasts touched either side of her cheek and she was fully buried in Andrea's cleavage. Her sternum was still quite thickly covered in cum and Faye set about licking it clean, swallowing as she went. She didn't stop there though, continuing to clean first the sides of Andrea's breasts, then over to the nipple. When she was done, she sat Andrea back up by the waist and looked at her handiwork. They were still slick with saliva but looked almost out of place, so clean and well formed versus the relative melting effect the cum gave the rest of her body. "You're ass still full of cum?" Faye asked.

"You have no idea. Feels like a fucking sperm enema."

"Why are you holding it in?"

"I didn't want to gross you out."

Faye and Andrea both laughed after she said it. "You didn't want to gross me out?"

"Yeah, I guess not," Andrea smiled.

"Squat over my face," Faye said with a bit of eagerness.

"Whatever you say," Andrea said not entirely surprised. She turned herself to face down Faye's body and squatted over her mouth so her ass was only a few inches above. She grabbed the other woman's small breasts for support and couldn't help but rub them in her palms. They felt so nice and soft in her hands.

"Okay, give it to me."

"Are you sure? How am I supposed to know when to stop."

"I'll tell you," Faye said simple. "Come-on, don't keep a girl waiting."

"Okay," Andrea said to herself still doubting. She relaxed her anus and pushed lightly. The cum immediately started to flow in a thick stream from her ass into Faye's mouth. She couldn't see exactly what was going on but she heard Faye gulp down first one mouthful, then another. There was more than she thought in there.

Thinking she was probably about at the end of the cum, she clenched her ass and cut the stream. She lifted herself up and immediately felt lighter. It was easier to move and what had remained of the cramp in her side was now completely gone.

"That feels so much better," She said turning around.

"Can I fuck you my way now?" Andrea said.

"By all means," Faye said happily.

"Good," Andrea smiled. She slid her breasts down Faye's body and kissed hard at the smaller woman's nipples. She continued working her way down Faye's body leaving a trail of light brown saliva as she essentially rinsed her mouth out with the cum on Faye's body. She dipped her tongue in the other woman's belly button and could no longer taste the shit at all. Content, Andrea moved into a sitting position and lifted Faye's right leg high into the air.

"What are you doing?" Faye asked.

"You'll see," Andrea smiled. "If you've never done this, well... you're not a very good lesbian that's for sure."

"I'm a recent convert," Faye said.

"Really?" Andrea said surprised.

"Yeah. About three months now. What I lack in experience I make up for in enthusiasm."

"That's for damn sure," Andrea said. "Well, then hopefully I can show you something."

Still in a sitting position, Andrea put her left leg on the outside of Faye's extended right one, and her other leg, she rested across Faye's hips and waist. She moved closer until she was hugging Faye's leg tightly up her chest and her pussy was pressed tightly into her lovers'. Her pussy slid against Faye's surprisingly easily. Faye was definitely wet. Andrea smiled happily. That meant less friction, which meant she'd get to enjoy this for longer. She shoved her hips, and by proxy her pussy, into Faye's and was immediately rewarded by the other woman's shudder.

"Oh that's sexy," Faye said. "You're rubbing against my clit."

"I know," Andrea said smiling. Continuing to hug Faye's leg, she lowered her mouth and began kissing at her ankle, slowly moving towards her foot. She licked up the underside of her foot, surprised to find that even that was soaked in cum after all their rolling around. She dragged her tongue over to Faye's toes and took one into her mouth. She continued to pump her hips.

"Mmm," Faye moaned. "Fuck me harder."

Andrea picked up the pace, grasping Faye's leg with both hands she humped harder into her crotch. She started to shudder, feeling the familiar sensations on her own pussy and clit. For all the messed up kinkiness that preceded it, this was going to be one hell of an orgasm.

"Oh God, right there," Faye said as Andrea tilted her hips a bit to get a better angle. All the cum between them was squishing in and out from around their lower lips and adding a surprising amount of pleasurable sensation as strands formed between their sex, and then broke, slapping back gently against their engorged lips. Andrea looked down at where their crotches were pressed together and watched as their lips rubbed into each other, fording them apart to rub, clit on clit. The strands of cum formed surprisingly attractive strands each time she pulled away. It felt as if there was a glue between them, trying with all its might to prevent their pussies from ever separating. "Fuuuuuck," Faye moaned. "Harder, damn-it!"

Andrea leaned back so they were both flat against the bed. "Grab my leg and pull it towards you," she said to Faye. Faye did so and Andrea did the same, forcing their gooey crotches together with even more intensity. Andrea humped hard into Faye's pussy, grinding her hips with as wide a stroke as possible so their pussy lips would stay separate and allow their clits to kiss. Faye shuddered again and it forced one from Andrea as well. "I'm close," Andrea moaned.

"Just try and stop me," Faye gasped as she finally started to get the hang of the rhythm and ground her own hips into Andrea in tandem. Their stomachs flexed, their hips gyrated back and forth to reveal their abs and hip bones in each opposite direction, and their breasts shook with the effort, squished around each others' slippery legs.

Andrea felt the first sign of Faye's orgasm, as she gripped her leg hard and tensed. She stopped her grinding, froze in position and ejaculated a hard stream of cum directly into Andrea's spread open hole. She felt the warm liquid enter her body just like a man and her own orgasm struck her. She clenched onto Faye's leg for dear life and gave one last pump into Faye's quivering pussy and clit. "Unnnnnnnhhhhhhhhhhh," Andrea moaned loudly.

Faye's pussy continued to pump out cum, sending warm spurts of liquid into Andrea's pussy. The second and third stream each struck her clit and Andrea gritted her teeth as her orgasm became more intense. "Fuuuuck," she moaned unable to help herself from pumping her hips into Faye another couple times. She finally found the perfect spot, where her clit broke through Faye's labia and fought hard against the other woman's most sensitive organ for position. Each pulse of warm cum caused her clit to rub against Faye's in a new way without either of their lower lips able to get in the way.

Their bodies continued to convulse against each other and thus so did their sex. It dragged their orgasms out for a long time, until finally, Faye ran out of cum and the now quieted pulses of liquid allowed them to wind their bodies down. Andrea gasped for breath, realizing she had barely breathed for the last few minutes and Faye found herself doing the same. With all the effort she could muster, Andrea spun herself back around and laid on top of Faye heavily. She rested her head on the other woman's sticky neck and immediately drifted off into sleep.

* * *

Andrea awoke a short time later, as Faye shifted beneath her. Their bodies made a sticky schlock sound as they briefly stuck together. "I have to go," Faye said mater of factly.

"Don't. Stay with me."

"I can't stay here and neither can you. They'll kick you out as soon as I leave."

"Then let me stay with you. I don't have anywhere else to go anyway."

"Don't you have some friends to go to or something?"

"No, not since..." Andrea stopped herself. "No, not really."

"Look, Andrea. I like you. But I already told you, I'm not a nice person. I don't do charity."

"Then let me do something for you. Whatever you want."

"Whatever I want," Faye said sceptically.

"Absolutely. Whatever you want as long as you let me live with you and keep me fed. And if you keep up with the kinky shit you can't seriously hurt me."

"That's it?"

"That's it. Deal?"

"Emphasis on the word serious. I can still screw around a bit right?"

Andrea smiled. "No broken bones, cuts, internal bruising etc. You know. Serious."

"Right..." Faye thought about it for a minute. "Okay, you've got a deal."

"Really?" Andrea smiled emphatically and kissed Faye hard on the lips.

"Why don't you start by cleaning me off. I don't want to ruin my clothes when I get dressed."

"Sure," Andrea said. "Tongue only?"

"You bet, girl."

* * *

The walk to Faye's house was long, cold and painful, seeing as how she didn't have any clothes and had had a cock shoved in all three of her holes for nearly the last 18 hours. It was past midnight so fortunately the streets were fairly empty. Faye had collected whatever sperm she could in a bucket for God only knows what reason, but she managed to scrape together almost three litres of the stuff. Andrea wasn't particularly worried though. She was looking forward to spending some time with her. Not to mention having an actual house, to live in.

She realized immediately upon getting there that Faye must have been pretty wealthy. To have a house in the suburbs of Trump Tower was really saying something. "What do you do?" Andrea asked curiously.

"I trade weapons."

"Ah," Andrea understood. Everyone always was willing to pay for weapons.

"Why don't you grab a shower, clean up a bit."

"You've got running water out here?"

"Yeah," Faye said with a bit of pride. "It's hot too."

"You're kidding."

"I wouldn't kid about hot water. I paid to have 'em lay the pipes down. I've got electricity too, Faye turned on the lights."

"This deal is starting to look better and better," Andrea said with a smile.

"I couldn't agree more," Faye said smiling back and looking up and down Andrea's muscular naked frame. "Go clean up."

"Gone. Thanks!" Andrea left the room and managed to find the bathroom without too much difficulty. She started the shower and got in.

Andrea came out, refreshed and clean with a towel wrapped around her waist. Her breasts still glistened from what water remained on them. "Sparkly clean," she said to Faye after finding her in the bedroom. "You got any extra clothes around I could use?"

"Oh, you're not going to need any clothes. In fact, even that towel covers up a bit too much for my tastes."

"No problem," Andrea said undoing the towel. "I'm a bit of a nudist anyway. But what if you get company or something."

"Don't worry about that. It's just trusted business contacts that come here, and believe me, in this day and age, having a naked slave walking around is nothing unusual."

"Slave, huh?" Andrea said tossing the towel in the corner, revealing her trimmed bush and shapely hips and legs. "You mind if your slave gets some sleep? I've had a long day."

"No problem. You can stay with me as long as I don't have company."

"Perfect."

"One more thing," Faye said as Andrea crawled into bed. "Call me Mistress, or Master. It turns me on."

"How 'bout Master then? It sounds a little less clich‚."

"Master it is," Faye said and climbed into bed with Andrea.

* * *

A few days passed and Andrea was surprised to find she had barely been expected to do anything. She cleaned the house, had a lot of amazing sex with Faye, and did some cooking here and there.

Faye had gone out and Andrea was washing some dishes mid-afternoon. She was pleasantly surprised, to find her "master" had come back early. "Close your eyes," Faye said. Andrea shut them, her hands still in the soapy water of the sink. "I bought you something."

"Really?" Andrea said happily. "What is it, Master?"

You'll know soon enough," Faye said coyly. She dipped what Andrea presumed to be her hand in the soapy water and knelt down behind Andrea. With one hand, Faye spread her cheeks and pressed her tongue up to Andrea's asshole.

"Fuck you're good at that," Andrea moaned, leaning forward slightly to give Faye better access.

Andrea was disappointed when she felt Faye's tongue disappear. She was optimistic however, since Faye was still keeping her cheeks spread. Andrea moved her legs apart a bit in encouragement. "You ready?" Faye said.

"Ready," Andrea said breathlessly. She immediately felt something hard press against her ass. "Ooo," She gasped. It was big too. As wide as one of the bigger cocks she'd had.

"I got it specially made, just for you," Faye said as she continued to shove the object in deeper. It went in fairly easily for its size. Faye probably dipped it in the water.

"Oh God, how much more is there," Andrea moaned, feeling it fill her ass deeper and deeper. It felt like eight or nine inches.

"Almost there," Faye said and gave the object one more shove. Another two inches or so made its way inside and Andrea felt her sphincter close around the object. It didn't close completely however and she felt something tickle her rosebud from the other side.

"Damn it's big. What is it?" Andrea asked.

"Open your eyes and take a look," Faye said holding a mirror. Andrea opened them and looked.

"A tail?" Rich brown hair that perfectly matched the color of her pubic hair flowed down from the butt plug in her ass.

"Real horse hair. You'll wear that 24/7 except when you need to take a dump, got it?"

"Sure, but... It's going to be a little uncomfortable. It's really big."

"I know," Faye smiled. "Like I said, I made it custom."

"Right," Andrea said. She reached behind her and grabbed some of it in her hand. She moved it around so she could see it better and analyzed this seemingly new appendage she would have. Odd, she thought. She looked back at Faye, who was staring at her with ravenous eyes.

"I need to fuck you right now," Faye said.

"You're the master," Andrea said smiling. She had figured some sort of kinky thing had been coming, but she sure as hell wasn't expecting a tail.

Faye was naked in a flash and immediately pressed Andrea up against the counter. Her butt pressed into it and she felt the plug move around inside her ass. It actually felt kind of good, when she knew it was Faye that was responsible for it. In fact, she was surprised to find she was getting turned on.

Faye grabbed Andrea's breast with one hand and pushed hard, forcing Andrea to bend at the waist all the way back until her shoulders rested on the counter. She then lifted one of Andrea's legs off the ground and wrapped it around her waist before raising her own opposite leg, and stretching it over Andrea's rested it on the counter. The result was that Andrea was supporting herself with one leg on the floor and her shoulders on the counter, while Faye, with one leg on the counter as support was still mostly vertical and was pressing her pussy into Andrea's.

Ever since that first night, Faye had become obsessed with pussy on pussy sex. She was always looking for new positions and ways to make it happen and it seemed as if she had stumbled across a new one. She humped hard into Andrea's crotch forcing a moan to escape the other woman's lips and Andrea's tail, hanging towards the ground, to sway back and forth with the motion. Faye's small breasts stood out firm on her chest, barely moving with the motions, whereas Andrea's slightly bigger ones rocked back and forth in accordance with her tail.

Faye grabbed the leg Andrea had wrapped around her waist and began to hump even harder. Andrea was forced to grab on to the underside of the cabinets to keep from going anywhere. Their clits began to mash together and Andrea felt her strength starting to leave her. It was an awkward position and hard to maintain. She didn't want to let Faye down though and did her best to maintain the posture. Faye continued to hump obliviously, all the while getting wetter and wetter.

"Come for me, girl," Faye said. With her free hand she grabbed Andrea's breast and held it tightly. Andrea tried to concentrate on the wetness she knew was coming. She focused her mind on Faye's small upright tits and puffy nipples moving perfectly with the rest of her tight body. The plug in her ass sent enjoyable vibrations throughout her nether region with each thrust and soon, her body tensed and then began to shake. Andrea bucked uncontrollably against her lovers sex as orgasm consumed her. Her random thrusts and hard grinds that came with it, did wonderful things to Faye's clit and she found herself on the verge of coming as well.

Faye pulled Andrea down from her position and quickly moved her to her knees in front of her. Before Andrea could even think about tonguing Faye's sex, it erupted, ejaculating the large amounts of cum Andrea had grown to expect. The first wave hit her chest and splashed over her stomach and neck. Andrea moved her head forward to meet it and the second spurt of girl cum struck her chin, also splashing over her body. By the time the third wave struck, Andrea's mouth was firmly attached to Faye's pussy and she took it all into her mouth, immediately swallowing. Another few mouthfuls and Faye's orgasm subsided.

Andrea gave Faye's clit one final kiss and backed away. Her lower face and chest were completely soaked in Faye's juices and they were rolling down her body towards her stomach and pubes. "Wonderful," Faye said with a happy face. "Okay, I'm going to get cleaned up. There's a man that should be here pretty soon to meet with me. I want you to fuck him while he's waiting."

"Sorry?' Andrea wasn't sure she heard right.

"You heard me. Fuck the guy that comes to see me while he's waiting. I'll be out in about 20 minutes. Just keep him happy. He's a good client."

"Uh, sure. No problem," Andrea said still a little confused. Faye went into the bathroom and as if on cue, there was a knock on the door. Andrea was still trying to figure out what to make of the situation when the knock came a second time. She hurried up and ran to the door, quickly unlatching and opening it.

The man's eyes went wide as soon as he saw her. He was a balding, middle aged man with glasses and a belly. "Wow, Faye told me you were beautiful but I didn't expect this." He looked down, just catching a hint of hair from between her legs. "Is that...? Turn around." Andrea lifted her arms in the air, raising her cum splattered breasts and turned around. "Haha, it is! She gave you a tail. I always thought Faye would be one kinky bitch."

Andrea just smiled and turned back around. She pulled him into the room, closed the door and sat him on the couch. "Not the talkative type are you?" He said.

"Not when I have a job to do," Andrea responded, secretly a little disgusted with his appearance. Not that he was really any worse than half the men she had done in that whore-house the last few weeks. She quickly slid off his pants and bowed her head over his cock. She went to work.

After a quick blowjob, Andrea pulled away, before he was able to cum. "Don't tell me you're a tease," he said.

Andrea just smiled coyly. She took a step back and began to gyrate her hips as if to music. She spun, in a circle, the tail jutting out obscenely from her behind and smacking against his legs on the sofa. She tried a bit of a gyration with her ass to try and cause the tail to spin in a circle but it didn't work particularly well. No matter, she thought. If she could practice with him, she could surprise Faye with it later.

After about five minutes of dancing, Andrea figured she had used about half of the twenty minutes Faye said she'd be. With a slow, hip dragging walk, Andrea approached the man, and straddled him. She gave him a lap dance, rubbing her pussy, still sensitive from her earlier orgasm against his cock. "Are you enjoying yourself?" She asked.

"Are you kidding? Although I'd be enjoying myself a little more if I was inside you."

"All in good time," Andrea said, trying to be sexy. She continued to rub her pussy against the length of his cock and simultaneously bent her head down to kiss him. The taste of Faye's cum was still on her lips. She continued to grind her hips but broke the kiss and pulled her chest away slightly so she could massage her cum slick breasts in front of him. She worked her nipples into an erect state and lifted her breast up as much as possible so she could bend her neck down and give her own nipple a long, seductive lick.

Thinking she was at about fifteen minutes, she raised her hips off him, reached between her legs and positioned him at her pussy. She knew she was quite wet from earlier so she simply sat down on him in one single motion, burying him entirely. She was surprised at how tight it felt, having briefly forgotten about the large plug in her ass.

He wasn't particularly long, so instead of moving up and down, Andrea elected to grind her hips in circles instead, effectively continuing the lap dance, but this time, with him buried to the hilt inside her. The plug in her ass rotated as well, and made her tingle each time it hit a sensitive spot inside her, or collided with his cock buried in her other hole. Andrea moaned, trying to fake an orgasm and attempted to clamp her pussy down. The ruse worked, and just as Faye entered the room, now dressed professionally, the man was coming long and hard inside her pussy. Pulse after pulse filled her up completely. He must have been extremely turned on.

Faye disappeared into the kitchen and came back with an empty glass. She came over to them and gave the glass to Andrea. "Squeeze it all out into there," Faye said simply and sat down on a chair across from them. Andrea lifted herself off his cock and quickly put the glass under her pussy. Globs of cum immediately rushed out. She moved aside and tried to squeeze, encouraging as much out as possible. "Come on now," Faye said. "Stick your finger in there and dig it out if you have to."

Andrea inserted the index finger of her free hand and it suddenly occurred to her that she hadn't had her own finger in there in an awful long time. It felt kind of strange somehow. She dug out what cum she could and managed to fill the glass up about a third of the way. "Good," Faye said. "Have a seat beside me." She patted the chair next to her and Andrea went over and sat down, cross legged, again, briefly forgetting about the plug in her ass.

"Ohh," Andrea startled as the plug tried to imbed itself a little deeper in the sitting position.

"Why don't you enjoy your drink while we talk," Faye said.

"Of course," Andrea said, trying not to give away her disgust. She noticed the man was watching her intently as she lifted the glass to her lips and took a tentative, cautious sip. Faye began to talk business and over the next five minutes, Andrea managed to choke down the man's cum without being too obvious about her dislike for it. She still didn't like the idea of tasting herself in every sip.

"Oh, you're done already," Faye said not nearly having completed her negotiations. Why don't you refill it from the fridge. The stuff I saved from the other night is in there.

"Uh, yes Master. No problem," Andrea said and got up. The man watched her as she walked into the kitchen. Her tail swayed behind her with each step. She came back a moment later, this time with a full glass of the milky white substance. Andrea sat down, and slowly began to sip once again. She felt it coat her throat and stick to the insides of her mouth. She made sure to time this glass better, so she had only about a quarter left when the negotiations finished. Seeing the contract was signed, Andrea bottomed up the glass and chugged what remained. "Mmm," she said pretending to enjoy the taste. In truth however, it wasn't that bad. She was getting quite used to it. She almost actually was starting to like it.

With a little encouragement from Faye, the man left. Faye watched out the window as he retreated to the seat and then ran over and gave Andrea a large kiss on the mouth. "Well done," she said. "You had him so distracted, I got twice as much out of him as normal. Hah!" She made an excited noise.

"Glad I could help."

"How much cum is left in the fridge?"

"I don't know," Andrea shrugged. "About five more glasses?"

"Great, great. I'll set up five meetings for tomorrow and you're going to help me get some more killer deals. And in the meantime, you are going to get rewarded."

"Sounds good," Andrea smiled. Faye grabbed her hand and led her towards the bedroom.

* * *

"What do you want?" A dark male voice rumbled through Andrea's mind.

"What?" She looked around. Irene's house. The one she first met her in. Dozens of wax figures stood in various states of violent death.

"What do you want?" It was one of the figures speaking. His intestines were spooling out along the ground but he paid no heed.

"I don't understand."

"You must decide." Andrea spun to the sound of another voice. It came from another wax figure. It had been struck by an energy pistol and half its torso was missing. It was dripping blood. "What do you want?"

"I don't know," Andrea insisted.

"What do you want?" A third voice repeated the question. Andrea fought back the fear. She was surrounded by them.

"I don't know."

"What do you want?" It was a fourth voice.

"I don't know!" Andrea shouted. Panic was setting in.

"What do you-"

"I can tell you what I don't want," Andrea shouted at one of them. "I don't want to see any more friends killed. I don't want to have to clean up the world because the people with real power are too selfish to do it. I don't want to see anyone else suffer from waaaay to close. I don't want friends. I don't want to fall in love with anyone. And I most definitely don't want to be here, with any of you. I'm sick of prophetic dreams and psychic powers and all the other shit that's been happening with me."

"Are you sure about all that?" It was a soft, female voice. The figures were gone. Andrea turned again to see Irene, dressed in a tight robe.

"I'm sure."

"It doesn't sound like you," Irene said.

"Well you haven't seen me in a while."

"That's true. I miss you."

Andrea looked away.

"Don't you miss me too?"

Andrea still couldn't make eye contact.

"I see." Irene reached out with a slender arm and put two fingers under Andrea's chin. Andrea felt her chin lift up gently and she was forced to look at Irene. Irene stared at her a long time before continuing, "so you really are broken then."

Andrea opened her eyes. It was dark out still and Faye was lying beside her in bed. Andrea got up, not really feeling like sleeping. She was surprised at how good, and odd, it felt not to have something jammed up her ass. She walked slowly to the back door of the house and went outside, naked as usual. It was a nice night. Pretty warm with clear skies. She looked up to see a shooting star streak by, then another. Must be a meteor shower.

Trump Tower stood tall to the east, glowing against the dark sky. Another star, brighter than most exploded into flame before disappearing into dust. It lit up the whole suburb. "What do I want?" Andrea asked herself.

* * *

"I have another client coming by today," Faye said. "It's been a while since he's been in. Months actually, so I want you to take really good care of him."

"No problem," Andrea said from the kitchen. She was making breakfast for the two of them. "When's he coming by?"

"Any minute." Faye walked into the kitchen, clothed, unlike Andrea, and stood behind her lover. She hugged her back and wrapped her arms around her. It was rare that Faye showed much physical affection outside of sex.

"Really? I was hoping to get to spend the morning with you."

Faye reached around, turning Andrea's neck and kissed her tenderly on the lips. It was a long kiss with a hint of real emotion. "Don't worry. We'll have time later."

"What's with you all of a sudden," Andrea said smiling. "The last time you kissed me like that you were trying to dig a load of cum out of my mouth."

"I guess after yesterday I just realized how much you're willing to do for me." Faye gave Andrea's hip a squeeze and walked back into the other room. "You managed to get the whipped cream right?"

"Yeah, no problem," Andrea said.

"Good. You're going to be our buffet table today."

Andrea smiled and shook her head. That figured. 'Guess I'm eating late today,' she thought.

There was a knock at the door. Andrea was already in position so Faye answered it in the other room. Andrea could hear muffled voices as the two exchanged pleasantries before entering the main room of the house. Andrea had never seen the man before. He was tall, muscular and good looking. He was Caucasian too, with blond hair, which was fairly infrequent in the suburbs of the tower. He took a look up and down Andrea's naked body. "You've prepared breakfast, I see," he said.

Andrea was lying on her back on a coffee table in the center of the floor. Her arms were above her head resting casually behind her, her legs were splayed slightly. One knee was bent, its foot on the table itself, the other hung off the end, grazing lightly on the floor. Her breasts were doused in whipped cream, intended for dipping of the strawberries, cut pineapples and grapes in her cleavage all the way up to her neck. There was a stack pancakes over her trimmed muff and warm syrup in her belly button and over a large part of her abs for dipping. Finally. her rib cage was covered with cubed hash browns. Just cool enough that they wouldn't burn her, but warm enough she was sweating slightly.

"Have a seat," Faye said gesturing to a cushion on the floor to Andrea's right. Faye sat on the other side. "We can talk over some food."

"Superb," he said, looking up and down Andrea's body from close up. She's a lot more beautiful than your previous playthings.

Andrea resisted the urge to speak. She took a deep breath and her breasts rose slightly. Faye noticed and spoke up right away. "Thank-you." She grabbed a strawberry from Andrea's neck and dipped it in the melting whipped cream on her tits. "I haven't heard from you in ages. Figured something bad must have happened. Glad to see you're back."

"Yeah, I've been out of commission for a while. But I'm planning a bit of a surge so I will need a lot of supplies. You still have your military connections?" He popped a hash brown into his mouth.

"Oh sure," Faye said. She grabbed a pancake and dipped it in the pool at Andrea's bellybutton. "I can get you pretty much anything you want."

"The concern is more quantity than quality this time I'm afraid," he said. "Do you have any eggs?"

"Of course. Hard boiled right?" Faye asked. He nodded. "I've been keeping them warm for you." Faye wet her fingers with the whipped cream and reached between Andrea's legs. "Spread 'em honey." Andrea did as she was told and with thumb and forefinger, Faye reached gently into Andrea's soft, warm pussy. She stuck her tongue out in concentration. "The only problem with this to keep them warm is they get so slippery," she said with a smile. Slowly, she pulled her fingers back out again clutching an egg. "Here you go," she said handing it over.

The man took it and looked at it with a raised eyebrow. "You can be very odd sometimes," he said and then casually began peeling the shell off.

"Yeah, but you like it that way," Faye smiled. "Anyway, the quantity shouldn't be a problem. I can get quite a bit. What type are you looking for?"

"Oh, heavy vehicles: tanks, troop carriers and so on. Also energy rifles, e-clips, heavy weapons and the like. Looking for probably eight to ten thousand of the energy rifles. Whatever heavy weapons you can rummage up we'll buy. That goes for the vehicles too." He dipped a pancake into Andrea's bellybutton, sloppily spilling syrup down her side. He used the floppy cake to scrape up the runaway drips and took a large bite out of it.

"Wow," Faye said. "That'll be expensive."

"I can pay. Will gold as usual be acceptable?"

"Yes that should be fine." Faye ate some more of the hash browns.

"What would be an appropriate price? How long do you think it would take to assemble them? I'd prefer not to have Coalition styles." While he talked, Faye dug a second egg out of Andrea's pussy. Andrea gasped slightly. "How many more eggs do you have in there?" He said.

"Just the two. No Coalition styles hey? That'll be tougher. May take a little longer. Probably a month?" She started to peel the egg open.

"We can wait."

"We?"

"I. I apologize. My troops and I."

"Mm," Faye knew better than to question.

"So price?" He lazily circled a piece of mango around Andrea's breast, clearing an area around the nipple.

"Three quarters of a ton."

The other man raised an eyebrow.

"It's an awful lot of weapons," Faye said.

"Yes, I suppose it is. Still, that's an awful lot of gold. Perhaps you could sweeten the deal."

"How so?" Faye asked.

"I want her."

"You want to fuck her?" Faye said. "I suppose I could grant you that."

"No, not fuck her," he said awkwardly. "I want her as mine."

Andrea caught her breath. She looked wide-eyed at him and then at Faye. This was not part of any agreement she had made.

"No, I sell weapons, not people."

"Alright, include her and I'll give you a full ton."

"One ton of gold?" Faye's eyes darted about as if picturing what she could get with that amount of money.

Andrea propped herself up on an elbow causing melted whipped cream to roll down her rib cage. "Come on," she said. "You're not serious are you?" She got no response. "I'm only here because I agreed to be." There was still no response. Andrea sat up the rest of the way, causing the remaining food to fall off her, and looked at Faye sternly. She couldn't tell what the other woman was thinking. "Fine," Andrea said. A tear rolled down her cheek. Andrea wiped it off. "I'll make it easy on you. Fuck you. I'm out of here." Andrea stood up, still dripping with cream and syrup and turned towards the door.

"Alright," Faye said.

Andrea and the other man both turned to her, unsure of what she meant.

"One ton and she's yours," Faye said. The man smiled.

"Forget it, I'm leaving," Andrea walked towards the door but didn't make it far before feeling cold fingers wrap around her arm.

"I'm going to have to take her with me now," the man said. "I'm not convinced she'll still be here when the transaction is ready."

Faye nodded silently and failed to get up from her seat.

"Let me go," Andrea said to him. "I won't give you another warning."

"You're not going anywhere," he said and she felt the grip on her arm tighten.

Andrea tried to pull away but only managed to force him to move a few inches with her. He was extremely strong. "Let me go," she said feeling more desperate.

He yanked on her and instead of moving a few inches like she had caused him to do, Andrea was pulled several feet towards him.

"Fine," she said. She made a fist with her free hand and swung at him as hard as she could. She connected square to his jaw and his head reeled to the side, but he didn't release his grip. Green blood trickled from his lips. Andrea and Faye just stared. "No..." Andrea whispered. "You all left."

"We came back," he said with a smile. He wiped his mouth clean and looked to Faye. "I don't need to tell you what will happen if our arrangement gets out."

Faye gulped. "Weapons dealing is confidential," she said.

"Faye no," Andrea pleaded. "You can't sell to them. Who knows what they'll do with that many weapons."

"I never said I was a good person," Faye said. Before Andrea could respond, she saw a fist flying at her. She tried to move out of the way but she wasn't fast enough. There was a flash of pain and then, only darkness.

* * *

"Hey, you okay?" It was a soft, pleasant voice.

Andrea opened her eyes. The world was hazy but slowly came into focus. A woman was leaning over her. The woman was so close that her dirty blond hair hung down tickling Andrea's cheek. Her eyes, and lips, were only a few inches away.

"You okay?" The woman repeated.

"Yeah, yeah." Andrea moved her head left to right, trying to shake out some of the dizziness. "I think I'm fine."

"Good 'cause I can barely put on a bandaid, let alone deal with a head injury."

"You're uh..." Andrea looked up at her still only inches away, "You're kind of in my personal space here."

"Is that where I am?" The Blond smiled at her. She leaned in a little closer and brought a hand up as if to caress Andrea's cheek. Andrea was paralyzed, not wanting to move. Her heart beat faster and her stomach tightened. She anticipated the touch, her skin became taught and sensitive in longing. She was disappointed when the hand moved past her cheek and into her hair. The blond lifted it up gently. "There, it was caught in a crack in the brick. Probably would have hurt if you tried to get up."

"Uh, yeah, thanks." Andrea took a deep breath regaining control. She was surprised at the disappointment she felt as the rush faded "I already have a pretty good headache. That asshole sucker-punched me."

"You're going to have to be more specific. There're a lot of assholes around here. My name's Sandra." She lifted her head away so Andrea could get up.

"Andrea."

"Nice to meet you."

"Yeah same here." Andrea looked around. They were sharing a small cell. There was a bucket on the ground Andrea guessed was the toilet and a single mound of hay. There were no windows but one of the walls was made of bars allowing her to look down a short hallway to a door. Before Andrea could finish looking around she was drawn to Sandra's naked body. It was similar to her own, very athletic, average sized breasts, trimmed muff. She was a natural blond. She took a minute longer than she should of to stare. Her stomach was well toned. Somehow the dirt on her body from time in prison only added to her attractiveness. It made her somehow mysterious. "Where are we?"

"Dunno. They haven't let me out. I've been here about a week." The door at the end of the hall clicked and began to open. "Oh shit."

"What?"

"Just do what they tell you to," Sandra whispered. She moved away from Andrea and sat down with her back to a wall.

The man that entered through the door was the same one that had hit her in Faye's house earlier. He closed the door behind him, locked it and walked towards the bars. He used another key to open the bars and slid them open. He stood in the doorway staring at Andrea. "If you don't already know, my name is Dax."

Andrea stayed where she was and looked up at him.

"You now belong to me," he continued. "You will do everything I say without hesitation. If you don't, you will be punished. If you are punished enough times, you will die. Is that clear?"

Andrea nodded. She wished she could somehow get smaller. She debated fighting but only once was she able to take an Invid without weapons and only when she had caught him by surprise. Not to mention the fact that the fight was broken up before her opponent really had a chance to retaliate. Either way, fighting him now probably wouldn't be a good idea.

"Stand up and face the wall." Andrea did so. She looked over her shoulder at him and Sandra. "Blondie, go check and make sure she didn't try and sneak anything in here will you?"

Sandra smiled. "With pleasure." She swayed her hips as she walked the short distance to Andrea's position. Andrea watched as Sandra put two fingers deep in her mouth. She pulled them out as she reached Andrea and lowered them to her waist. Standing to Andrea's side, she moved her hand between Andrea and the wall.

"What are you doing?" Andrea asked despite already knowing the answer. She felt two fingers push into her pussy hard and fast. "Umph," they moved so deep and with such force it nearly winded her. She could feel the fingers squirming around inside her, pressing against the different walls of her vagina, even briefly scraping across her g-spot. They weren't gentle at all. After a moment, Sandra withdrew them, now wet with Andrea's juices.

Sandra moved to the other side of Andrea. "How was that for you?"

"It hurt," Andrea said. "Couldn't you have been a little more gentle?"

"Could of," Sandra said.

Andrea felt the same two fingers move between her butt cheeks. "Wait a minute," Andrea said, but by the time she finished speaking, Sandra's digits were already making their way inside her. "Ahh, ouch," Andrea moaned as the two fingers jammed into her ass with just as much force as they had done with her pussy. Again she could feel them squirming, quickly pumping in and out, searching around for something that everyone knew wasn't there.

Sandra spent much longer than necessary digging around in her ass, and was equally rough. Finally she pulled her fingers out and shoved them immediately into Andrea's mouth. "Clean 'em off," she ordered.

Andrea gagged, not expecting them in her third hole. Sandra moved them around roughly, using her unwilling tongue and the inside of her cheeks to wipe them clean before finally extracting them.

"She's clean," Sandra said. Andrea glared at the other woman. Five minute and she was already betrayed by someone she thought would be a friend.

"Good, good. Well done. My turn now."

"Of course, sir," Sandra said. She grabbed Andrea by the arm, spun her around and forced her hard down to her knees. Sandra then did the same, kneeling beside Andrea and reached out to Dax's pants. She undid the button, but Andrea was just kneeling there, not moving. "Don't just sit there," Sandra said slapping Andrea across the cheek. Help out."

Andrea was shocked into action. She reached up with Sandra and helped to remove the man's pants. His stiffening cock popped out before his pants were even down his hips. He was big and Sandra went straight for the base of it, licking at one side dramatically. Andrea followed suit and went for the base as well, looking Sandra in the eyes as she lapped at Dax's balls. Sandra looked back. She looked like she was longing for something, but for what, Andrea couldn't tell. She also looked hungry. But again, hungry for what?

While Andrea continued to suck on Dax's balls, Sandra slid her tongue up the length of his dick and put it into her mouth. She slid the tip in and out a few times before taking the whole thing into her mouth. Her lips pressed against his pubic hairs and her chin against Andrea's cheek. Andrea nearly jumped at the unexpected touch. As Sandra pulled away she was disappointed once more, despite the other woman's aggressive actions. Once again her body tensed in anticipation of Sandra's touch. When it finally came and the other woman's chin brushed her cheek gently once more, Andrea's body shuddered. She tried to remember when the last time was that she was so affected by someone's touch. She couldn't think of one.

Sandra pulled back and off Dax's cock. It was dripping wet. "She's ready for your dick."

"Fuck off," Andrea said to Sandra a little too loud. Why did she always have to develop crushes on bitches and assholes.

"I do believe you're right," Dax said. "But no one likes a sell-out. You'll go first today Sandra." He looked to Andrea. "Stand there," he pointed. "Back against the wall."

Andrea did as instructed. She was glad Sandra was going to get what she deserved.

Dax picked the blond up by the hair until she stretching up on her toes. He whispered something into her ear and she let out a whimper that half satisfied Andrea and half created sympathy. Andrea couldn't help but look at the other woman's tight, stretched body. She guessed she was probably her same age or a little younger. Maybe twenty or so. She was a little more lithe but seemed just as muscular. Her nipples pointed up with her breasts, partially because of her position and partially just due to youth. Despite everything Andrea still wanted to feel them in her hands.

Dax pushed Sandra towards Andrea hard until they came in contact hard, chest to chest, stomach to stomach and legs to legs. "Umph," Andrea grunted as her back absorbed most of the blow against the brick. Sandra gripped awkwardly for some kind of support as one of Dax's hands pressed hard into her lower back and the other did something she couldn't see. The blonde's hands clutched at the brick wall of the cell. One eventually found her shoulder and latched on. Her face was so close to her own that Andrea could barely even focus her vision on the other woman. But when she did, Sandra's eyes showed fear. Andrea could feel Sandra's fast breaths against her cheek and lips. She was becoming panicked. All of Andrea's satisfaction switched to sympathy.

Andrea felt Sandra's stomach pressed hard against her own, expanding with each breath. Sandra was biting her lower lip. Her dirty blonde hair hung around her face. She would have looked incredibly sexy in other circumstances. "Don't just stand there," Dax said. "Start making out. Do something."

Andrea's heart jumped. Her lips were already extremely close to the other woman's. She was going to move forward when Sandra's eyes suddenly widened and her hand clamped down on Andrea's shoulder. Dax had shoved his cock into her and from her expression, it wasn't her pussy he was playing with. As if for reassurance, Sandra instantly pressed her lips hard into Andrea's. The kiss was hard enough to bruise but that was certainly the least of Sandra's concerns. She moaned loudly, continuously through the kiss. Andrea brought her hands to Sandra's sides in an effort to hold her more tightly.

The blonde rocked into Andrea hard with each thrust into her ass. Dax was obviously all the way inside judging by the force Sandra was hitting Andrea with each time. At one point when they broke the kiss, Andrea saw Sandra's eyes were tearing up. Shit, she thought. She couldn't let her keep going through that. Before she could act Sandra desperately shoved her lips into Andrea's once more, this time parting them so her tongue could participate in the action. Andrea couldn't resist, meeting the blonde's tongue with her own and revelling in the pleasant feelings in and out of Sandra's mouth.

Finally, Sandra broke the kiss again to take a deep breath as Dax's cock temporarily vacated her ass. Andrea decided she had better act. "I'm getting so horny," she said to Sandra just loud enough that Dax would be able to hear it. "Your tits feel so good mashed into me like this." Dax thrust back into her and Sandra's breasts pressed against Andrea's hard once again. "Oh yeah, that's good. Put something inside me," she was still talking to Sandra but Dax was listening carefully as he pumped the other woman.

"I can't," Sandra gulped as the dick reached deep into her once more. "I can't reach," she said as her tits ploughed into Andrea's once more.

"I can reach," Dax said pulling out of Sandra. "You two switch positions."

"Thank-you," Sandra mouthed to Andrea before anxiously spinning them around. She didn't want Dax to change his mind. Andrea quickly found herself sandwiched between Sandra and Dax. Between the body heat of both of them Andrea immediately started to sweat. She no longer had the cool brick on her back to keep cool. She felt herself get slippery as she pressed hard into Sandra once more. Again her lips were inches from the other woman, but this time, out of thanks instead of desperation, Sandra pressed forward, kissing Andrea passionately.

Midway through the long kiss, with Sandra's tongue deep in her mouth, Andrea felt a wide object press against her ass. She cringed, resisted the urge to bite down on Sandra's lip and clenched her eyes tightly shut. Dax's cock slowly entered her rectum. "Mmmmmph," Andrea moaned as Dax went into her deeper.

"It's okay," Sandra whispered into Andrea's ear. She reached out with her tongue, gently pressing it against Andrea's ear. Conveniently timed with an outstroke on Dax's part, Andrea shuddered in pleasure. "So you like that, do you?" Sandra continued. Sandra bit down gently on Andrea's ear as Dax shoved deep into her ass again. Andrea was pressed forward with more force. She placed her head over Sandra's shoulder and could smell the other woman's hair in her face. "Just ignore him," she whispered. "Focus on me."

Andrea pressed her palms to the wall to try and stop from being crushed into Sandra with each of Dax's strokes. It worked to an extent but her stomach still pressed into the other woman's hard. She pulled her head back, not rocking as much with her upper body and looked at Sandra. Each time she was bounced forward with Dax's cock squeezing between her butt cheeks and painfully stretching her rectum, her head moved close to Sandra's and the side of her face brushed against the other woman's as she moaned into Sandra's ear. With each outstroke, Andrea pulled her head back and met Sandra's gaze, her sweaty face glistened in the soft light, her mouth stayed agape as she tried to regain her breath.

"Ummmmph," Andrea moaned as Dax slid deep into her once again. She buried her head in Sandra's neck, moaning repeatedly with each thrust. "Ummph," she grunted one final time as Dax shoved hard into her forcing her tits to sandwich into Sandra's. Except this time, he didn't pull out. Andrea felt warm liquid spurt deep into her ass and short jerks from Dax pushed her into Sandra's now equally sweaty body.

Andrea let out a long breath into Sandra's hair, grateful that Dax was finally done. She moved her palms down from the wall and placed her hands on Sandra's hips, anticipating the pull out by Dax as her ass filled up with warm liquid. She had forgotten just how much the Invid came.

However, instead of pulling out, Andrea only experienced a brief lull of movement before unexpectedly being shoved into Sandra once more. She was off balance and fell into the other woman hard as Dax's cock attempted to get even deeper into her ass. "Unngh, shit," she moaned. He began thrusting all over again and Andrea realized she had forgotten something else about the Invid. They could go multiple times without getting soft.

"You didn't think I was done already did you?" Dax said over the wet squishing noises coming from her ass as his deep thrusts pushed the cum inside her either deeper, or out around the edges of his cock. He shoved into her hard as if to prove his point.

"Aaaagh," Andrea moaned loudly into Sandra's neck. She put her palms back up against the brick wall but Sandra took one of them and moved it in-between their bodies so it was on her breast.

"Put it here," Sandra said.

"I can't promise I won't squeeze," Andrea said as Dax rammed into her again. There were more wet sloppy noises from her ass as a little more cum squished out from around Dax's cock.

"I like it rough," Sandra smiled.

"You better, aggghh," Andrea squeezed Sandra's firm tit tightly as Dax shoved into her hard once more. Her other hand's fingernails dug into the brick. She started to get the familiar queasy feeling when someone fucked her in the ass way too deep. The huge amount of cum being pushed deep into her rectum wasn't helping matters either.

* * *

Andrea wasn't sure how much time had passed. It had been a few hours at least. Maybe as many as five or six. Dax was still pounding into her ass just as hard as he had originally. Her grip on Sandra's breast had loosened and her hand wrapped around Sandra's waist limply. Her other arm had drifted away from the wall and was draped over Sandra's shoulder. She could barely stand, only able to maintain her footing thanks to Sandra's arms around her waist holding her up. Her neck hung over Sandra's free shoulder. The world was hazy and she could barely keep her eyes open. It was as if she were drunk. She was sweating profusely, making her body slick against the other woman's and her tits flattened and slid against Sandra's effortlessly. Her groaning had diminished to a light, barely audible, "umph, umph, umph," with each thrust.

Dax shoved into her deeply once more and held himself there, holding her tightly against Sandra's firm body. She felt more warm liquid enter her already soaking asshole. Dax had probably already cum more than a dozen times. This time though, he was grunting with each spurt. His whole body shook and Andrea felt the warm liquid being deposited inside her with even greater strength. More cum squished out around the sides of his cock, but most of it just travelled deeper inside her. She felt like she had just been loaded with a king-sized enema and then had it forced even deeper inside her with a ten-inch butt plug. She had been having cramps for a couple hours but had managed to tune them out.

"Oh, Andrea," Dax said weakly. "That was the best cum I've ever had." He stayed deep inside her. "But I think I'm beat so I'm just gonna skip to the best part. Sandra," he snapped his fingers. "Snack time."

Sandra dropped to her knees and slid under Andrea's body, between her legs. She moved forward, just far enough so that her nose was in the other woman's pussy and her mouth and tongue were at her ass. She reached her arms up and latched on to Andrea's hips to support her arched back and licked gently at Dax's softening cock, still plugging Andrea's ass.

With no warning, Dax withdrew his dick and torrents of cum poured out into Sandra's mouth and over her face, quickly coursing down along her cheeks before dripping onto her upturned tits and rolling further down her body. "Ack," she choked through the cum as she began to swallow. Her mouth was filled to brimming once more after each gulp she took.

Finally, after about twenty seconds of constant stream, the cum from her ass sputtered and began to slow. Only a few creamy dribbles continued to trail out of her gaping hole and as Sandra finally swallowed the last of it in her mouth, she pressed her cum coated face into Andrea's ass crack and licked up the final trail. Strings connected her lips and nose to Andrea's ass and pussy as she pulled away. "Ugh, fuck" Sandra shuddered. She looked as if she was about to move away.

"Oh you're not done yet," Dax said. "Andrea's not even trying. I bet there's still another mouthful in there."

Andrea looked over her shoulder at him disdainfully and Sandra returned to position. "Sorry," she said to Sandra quietly, and began to push. Andrea pushed and a few new globs of pale cum came out and sunk heavily into Sandra's mouth. Her rosebud sputtered and a final stream of slightly darker, more viscous liquid forced its way out and into the blonde's mouth.

"More," Dax said now leaning against the wall and watching with a smile on his face.

"Sorry," Andrea repeated to Sandra with a little more sincerity as she squeezed out a much thicker and pale brown cream from her ass. Andrea cringed, knowing that it had just crossed the line from gross into disgusting.

"Good, good," Dax said. "Now give it back to her."

Andrea's eyes widened. What did he mean? She felt Sandra moving between her legs, and looked down to see her emerging between her and the wall. Her mouth was closed but it looked full. There was a lighter brown stain around her lips. Before she knew it Sandra was standing directly in front of her, only inches away. "No, no. I don't do this kind of thing," she said turning her head to look at Dax pleadingly. "Please..."

Before she could protest further, Sandra grabbed her by the wrists, spun the two of them around so Andrea's back was to the wall once more and her arms, held high above her head. Andrea looked down at Sandra's cum stained face and tits and once again, before she could act, Sandra was pressing her body hard against her, with lips touching hers.

Sandra's sticky breasts melted into her own and she immediately tasted the unpleasant mixture as Sandra's tongue forced light brown liquid into her mouth. She gagged. Andrea struggled briefly but Sandra was just as strong as she was and the other woman had the upper hand. Andrea's mouth was soon full of the disgusting paste and her senses reeled with the taste.

The French kiss continued for a while. Sandra made sure to keep her tongue deep in Andrea's mouth and Andrea tried to use her own tongue to shove out the intruder so she could clamp her teeth down and prevent the assault but Sandra would have none of it. Andrea tried to struggle once more but Sandra just pressed her chest harder into Andrea's forcing her tight against the wall and gripped her wrists with extra force above her head. Light brown liquid dripped out the sides of their mouths.

"She won't stop until you swallow Andrea," Dax said.

Reluctantly, realizing he was right, Andrea swallowed a small amount. She felt it stick to her throat on the way down and she began gagging once more.

"All of it," Dax said.

Andrea cursed Sandra's tongue. Something she had wanted inside all parts of her only a short time ago, and now she only wanted it to leave. She gulped down a large portion of it, then followed with another, forcing it past her gag reflex through sheer strength of will. One final gulp and her mouth was empty. Sandra pulled her mouth away, "Ack," Andrea hacked and coughed over the other woman's shoulder. She couldn't believe she just ate cum from her own ass. She spat to the side and a yellow glob landed on the floor. "Fuck," she said.

"So was that good for you?" Dax said smiling, now fully dressed.

Andrea's ass stung and her mouth tasted like she hadn't brushed her teeth in a year. "Fantastic," she said with no conviction whatsoever.

"Excellent. And you?" he said to Sandra.

"Wonderful," she said with equal dedication.

"Well," he said. "Now that you two have developed a taste for things you won't be needing this," he picked up the bucket that was on the ground for a toilet. "If I find any piss or shit on the ground you'll both be punished. Severely. I'll be back in three days. You two enjoy yourselves now." He exited the room and latched the bars. His footsteps echoed down the hall before finally exiting out the main door. Sandra let go of Andrea's arms and dropped them casually to Andrea's hips.

"Thank-you so much," Sandra said. She looked genuinely grateful. "For taking over the ass fuck thing. He was so big, I couldn't have taken much more of that." Andrea didn't respond one way or the other. "I'm serious. Thank-you."

Andrea brushed Sandra's hands off her hips and moved out from between her and the wall. She sat down carefully in the straw, her ass still extremely sore.

"Is there anything I can do?" Sandra said. "I'm really sorry about all that other stuff."

"What other stuff?" Andrea asked in a tone that made Sandra take a step away from her.

"Um... The fingers, the slap, the fact that it was you for 5 hours and not me... The shit. I'm sorry."

"You didn't have to be so damned aggressive with it."

"Yes I did," Sandra said taking a step closer. "He is one fucked up dude. He could have killed you. He might still. I was trying to keep us both alive."

Andrea sighed and closed her eyes. She rested her head up against the cool wall. She still felt exhausted and weak. "He's not a dude," she said.

"What?"

"I said he's not a dude."

"That big-ass cock of his sure says different," Sandra said.

"No, he's an Invid."

"What? Are you serious?" Sandra moved over and knelt down in front of Andrea. The cum that had covered her chest and stomach made her whole torso shine in the rough shape of a V "An Invid? I thought they were gone?"

"I saw a meteor shower a little while ago. Maybe that was them coming back."

"But why? Why would they--"

"I don't know," Andrea said.

"What could they possibly want with us?"

"Just fuck toys, I think" Andrea said dejectedly. "They were buying weapons from someone I knew. A lot of weapons."

"What would they want with human weapons?"

"I don't know. They have tons of their own. Maybe they're trying to stage something. Start a war. I don't know."

"Well then we have to get out of here," Sandra said. "Warn someone."

"How? I can barely walk. Besides, there's nothing in here we can use to get out."

"We can't just give up," Sandra said. She started looking around the cell for a large rock or perhaps a partly broken bar. There was nothing. "Maybe when he comes back we can overpower him. You look pretty strong."

"He's an Invid, Sandra. We can't overpower him."

"We've got to do something," Sandra insisted.

"No," Andrea said quietly. "I'm done doing somethings."

Sandra looked over at Andrea carefully. "Maybe you're part right. Maybe it's better if we just rest for the day and figure something out tomorrow. He did say three days."

"Rest is good," Andrea said. She tried to get comfortable on the thin hay and against the brick wall but in every spot a new rock or piece of hay jabbed into her. Sandra watched her a while before finally laying down beside her.

"Here," she said. She rolled Andrea on top of her and slid her down her body slightly so Andrea could use her breast as a pillow. "There. Get some sleep."

"Thanks," Andrea said grateful for the soft, if somewhat sticky, pillow she was offered. She laid on her stomach on top of Sandra quite comfortably and with the other woman gently stroking her hair, quickly fell asleep.

* * *

"Alright girls, time to get up." The voice was loud and booming and startled Andrea awake. She looked up just in time to see a torrent of water flying through the air towards her. She shut her eyes quickly and felt the water splash over her chest and face before rolling down her body in drops.

"What the fuck?" Sandra complained, also awakened in the same way. Both women stood up and Dax, who had entered while they were asleep was holding another bucket.

"Turn around," he said and once they had done so splashed them with the other bucket. "There, you two just had a shower. Put your arms out. Change of plans."

"Change of plans?" Andrea repeated extending her arms out in front of her. Her wrists were cuffed, as were Sandra's.

"You two are going to put on a show today. We're doing a business deal and wanted some entertainment."

"What kind of entertainment?" Andrea questioned.

"Let me put it this way," Dax said. "You girls have any wrestling experience?"

Andrea frowned.

Her and Sandra were led outside into bright daylight. The ruins of Trump Towers suburbs surrounded them. People stared as the two gorgeous women were led down the street wearing nothing but a few water droplets. Their hair was soaked into curls and matted against their back and shoulders. "This is so embarrassing," Sandra said trying her best to cover her trimmed muff with her bound hands.

Andrea walked on seemingly undisturbed. "You get used to it," she said.

"No talking," Dax said and grabbed the chain from both of their cuffs with one palm. He pulled them forwards at a fast walking speed. Sandra was blushing.

Eventually, they were led into a large hall, built out of wood and thatching. It was quite a nice building, something akin to a community center, and probably controlled by one of the gangs. Maybe the Invid themselves managed to hang onto it somehow.

Inside, the building was equally lavish. There were a number of tables set up around the perimeter and close to the door was a sort of pit, only a foot or so deep, that looked as if it was added in recently. It was filled with mud. "You two stand over there," Dax said pointing to an area beside the edge of the pit. Andrea walked over with Sandra close beside. Dax went over to talk to another attractive blond man that looked as if he was setting up.

"What do you suppose this is all about?" Sandra whispered to Andrea.

"Maybe a celebratory thing for the weapons deal," Andrea whispered back. "Who knows?"

The women watched as Dax's conversation intensified. After a few minutes he turned away, glared at Andrea and Sandra, then turned back to his argument. Finally he turned a final time and came over to Andrea and Sandra. "All right, here's the deal. People come in, you stand there and look pretty." He wiped his nose with the back of his hand. "Then, once everyone's here, they start eating, I uncuff you, you two enter the pit, and wrestle your little brains out. Best of five matches, pin count of three, I'm sure you can figure it out. Try not to have it over with too quickly. It's gotta last all through dinner. Then, when everyone's done, you give 'em a little dessert. Anyone who wants you to suck 'em off on the way out, you do it. Any questions?"

The two women looked at each other and then back to Dax.

"Good," he said. He tied a chain to each of their cuffs, and walked out of the building.

"Could be worse," Andrea said casually.

"Could be better," Sandra added. She leaned in close and whispered quietly, "when he uncuffs us we should make a break for it."

"I'd really rather not get shot," Andrea said.

"It's our best chance."

"That may be but it's not a good one. If I'm right, this place will be crawling with Invid. They're stronger and faster than we are."

"But we're smarter," Sandra said. "Come on, Andrea. We can do this."

Andrea looked at Sandra for a long time with hazy eyes slowly coming into focus. She was going to go with or without her. "Fine," Andrea said. "But we can't make a break right away. He'll be expecting it. We'll have to do it mid-match."

"You're going to do it?" Sandra said smiling. "Thank God. I didn't want to try it alone." Her posture straightened a bit as her mood improved. "Okay, so in the first match, we'll make a break for it."

"Third," Andrea said. "They'll be paying too much attention at the beginning. We have a good first match, second match we slow it down a bit. Try and get boring, lose their interest. Third they'll be busy eating, most won't be paying as much attention. It'll give us an extra few seconds."

"Okay, third it is," Sandra said. "In the mean time, you heard what he said. Let's not give him any reason to change his plans. Let's try and look pretty."

"You don't have to try," Andrea said. Sandra looked back quickly, with a little surprise. Andrea avoided her eyes.

* * *

Andrea fell to the ground with a splash and Sandra's mud soaked breast left an imprint on her cheek as the other woman attempted to hold her down. Sandra's blond hair appeared brown thanks to the mud that caked it thick against the back of her head and along her cheeks. Her breasts pressed hard into Andrea's face, as if attempting to smother her with them. Andrea's arms were far above her head but she could feel the edge of the ring. She pushed hard, sliding down the length of Sandra's body until she was looking at the other woman's mud-soaked crotch.

Andrea grabbed the blonde's legs and flipped her onto her back. "Umph," Sandra grunted as more mud squirted out from beneath her. Sandra's face displayed only a few lines of dirt. They had been wrestling a short time and so far neither woman was able to gain the upper hand. "You've been trained," Sandra said to her.

"So have you." Andrea reached for the other woman's arms but Sandra slipped away and used her legs to flip the two of them over again. Mud splashed up from underneath Andrea and Sandra got a good hold on her arm.

"Say uncle."

"Not a chance." The mud was slippery and Andrea easily slid out from a hold that would have otherwise ended the match. She flipped Sandra onto her stomach and flopped down onto her back to hold her in place.

"Umph," Sandra barely kept her face above the surface of the mud. She cranked her neck to look up at Andrea as her attacker tried to hold her arms. "Nice move."

Andrea moved her face down so it was next to Sandra's. "You shouldn't turn your neck like that to try and look at me."

"Why?" Sandra turned a little more as if taunting her.

Andrea couldn't help herself. The few streaks of mud and occasional droplets on Sandra's face was too attractive. Andrea leaned a little more and kissed the other woman passionately on the mouth, her body still holding the other woman down. The fairly substantial group of Invid attending the event were quite focused on them. When Andrea finally pulled away she only received a look of shock from the woman underneath her.

"Was that for them or me?"

"What do you think?" Andrea asked, flipping Sandra onto her back and pressing her body down on her, once more holding the blonde's arms above her head.

Shock still limited Sandra's movements. "I don't know."

Andrea positioned her mouth only a few millimetres from Sandra's. She didn't move away and after a brief hesitation, Andrea touched her lips to the other woman's. The kiss was deep, if short and Sandra's shock still hadn't given way to passion. The lack of a return worried her and Andrea felt a lump in her stomach. What if Sandra didn't like her? What if she only wanted to escape and then go on with her life? What if she was straight?

"Now I know," Sandra said breathily.

"Ten!" The ref said from what seemed like another world. "Brunette wins."

Andrea hadn't even realized it but Sandra's shoulders were technically against the ground with her on top. She hadn't even heard the ref counting.

"Don't kiss me like that unless you mean it," Sandra said quietly. Andrea looked into her eyes; she saw fear. She had already forgotten about the crowd again. She leaned down so her lips slowly approached Sandra's once more. But this time, before they arrived on target, Sandra lifted her head to meet them, kissing her hard and passionately. Mud squished between their bodies as their skin sought each other out. Their arms wrapped tightly around the other and tongues intertwined to fold a meld that even the mud that surrounded them couldn't crack.

"Okay, looks like round two is starting early," Andrea vaguely heard Dax say from that same other world. Andrea felt a familiar tingling as her breasts mashed into her partners and her pussy pressed hotly into her lover's thigh. She felt the same heat come from Sandra against her own leg.

The kiss continued and Andrea felt Sandra's hands slide down her back. She shivered and moved her own arms underneath her lover into her hair. The hands on her back flowed like warm liquid to her butt where they gripped tightly and sent new tingles up her body. Suddenly, Sandra lifted her shoulder up and rolled them over, placing Andrea on the bottom. She deepened the kiss and then pulled away. Andrea's lips went with her, as if attached by magnet but eventually they were forced to separate as Sandra moved to a sitting position.

Delicately, Sandra grabbed one of Andrea's mud coated legs and sliding a hand up through the muck, reached the ankle. She lifted it high into the air, exposing Andrea's mud coated pussy. She interlocked legs, and with Andrea's one leg held tightly against her stomach, chest and cheek, pressed her pussy into her lovers. Andrea could feel the warmth immediately, even through the cold tack of the thick wet dirt. With a sloppy "schluck" sound, Sandra ground her crotch into the other woman's.

As more tingles of pleasure spread through Andrea's body, she arched her neck, letting her hair immerse itself completely in the muck beneath her. Sandra moved her hands up and down Andrea's calf as if she were making out with a date at the prom. Andrea rocked her hips in motion with Sandra's thrusts to fully grind their pussies together despite the mud between them trying to create a barrier.

Acting on instinct, Andrea grabbed the closest thing she could to her, Sandra's leg, and pulled. The unexpected motion forced Sandra into a lying down position opposite Andrea. Their pussies continued to mesh as the two women clung onto each others legs tightly. Their hips continued to gyrate together and Andrea began to sweat as she hugged Sandra's ankle to her cheek tightly. She began to thrust harder and drops of mud splattered out from between their tightly pressed crotches.

The trib continued for long minutes; each woman rocked her hips into the other. Eventually, it was Andrea's turn to sit and Sandra did the same. Their pussies still locked together, grinded slower now and out of synch thanks to the new mutual sitting position making the angles more awkward. The new position did have one added bonus however and the women explored it aggressively as they kissed each other hard and deep. The thrusting continued and as their tits pushed together Andrea felt a warm tingling moving from her pussy, up her spine and into her shoulders. She shook and moaned quietly as an orgasm washed over her.

Sandra humped twice more and with Andrea twitching in her arms was unable to hold off her own pleasure any longer. She came powerfully with her cheek buried in Andrea's neck. The women collapsed into the mud, Andrea on her back, and Sandra on top of her. The ref counted to ten again and declared Sandra the winner. Neither cared. They were given five minutes before the next match was to start.

"I'd forgotten what that felt like," Andrea said quietly into Sandra's ear.

"What, sex?"

"No, good sex."

"Hah, well I'm glad to help," Sandra said. "So what do we do now?" she whispered.

Andrea looked to each side while still underneath the other women's warmth. The ref was dark haired and somewhat scrawny, so he probably wasn't a concern. Dax was hovering near the door watching them, probably worried about an escape. He'd be a problem. There were probably 10-20 Invid in the room if most of the blonde's turned out to be them. Another 30 or 40 humans watched from around dinner tables, including Faye. Most notable however was the crates that had recently been brought in. There were dozens, most likely filled with the weapons that the Invid had bought. One of the lids was cracked open on the far side of the room and a few Invid were standing around it, reaching in to handle the contents.

"I don't know," Andrea whispered back. "There're a lot of them."

"We can't back down now."

"I know, but we have to be smart."

"I think one of us should distract Dax and the other go try and get to one of the weapons crates.

"No. We'd never make it across the room to the crates. I think simple is best here."

"Just try and get passed him? Make a break for it?"

"Right."

"What about his gun?"

Andrea looked over to see a laser pistol in a holster on his hip. "Leave that to me."

"Alright. When he comes close or looks a little distracted."

There was silence as both women thought of the risks they would soon take. Andrea closed her eyes, trying to focus on the impending combat. She hadn't fought in months. She hadn't wanted to. All she could think of was Kitty, dying in her arms. One giant explosion wiped out nearly every friend she had made in the last year. She couldn't help but imagine their faces, contorted in pain, stuck endlessly in the moments between the shockwave and death. Andrea's hands were shaking. She hadn't shook before a fight since high school. 'Come on,' she thought to herself. 'Get it together. Get it together. It's just a few Invid.' She clutched Sandra tightly, feeding off her calm.

A familiar voice broke through the silence disturbing her. "Hey girls."

Andrea opened her eyes. It was Faye. She looked back at Sandra.

"Andrea. I'm sorry about what went down the other day," Faye said. "That's really not what I meant to happen."

Andrea continued to look at Sandra as she spoke. She was still trying to soak up strength. "I guess sometimes that happens when you deal weapons to the Invid."

Faye knelt by the edge of the mud and leant forward. "You think I want to? If I don't they'll kill me and just go to someone else."

"Maybe."

"There's no maybe about it, Andrea."

"You're weak," Andrea said almost imperceptibly.

"What?"

"I said you're weak."

"Me? I'm weak?" Faye's voice deepened and she leaned in further. "Look who's talking? You spent the last month being my bitch with a dildo up your ass. You can't even look at me."

Andrea turned her head to make eye contact directly. "You should leave now."

"Or what? You'll sick your hussy on me? Maybe she could mud wrestle me into submission."

"Wait just a damn minute," Sandra said, sitting up but still straddling Andrea's hips.

"Uh uh," Faye said leaning back and gesturing to a 9mm on her hip. "Don't fuck with a weapons dealer."

"Then don't insult my friend," Sandra said.

Andrea closed her eyes again briefly, still trembling in the mud. She new the altercation would bring Dax over. Their opportunity was making itself early.

"Look at her, she's pathetic," Faye said.

"Don't listen to her," Sandra said to Andrea quietly.

Andrea took a deep breath. Her chest rose in the mud and fell softly after.

"I came over here to apologize," continued Faye, "but you know what? I'm glad I ditched the bitch. I don't know who she thinks she is but she may as well get used to it. She's going to be someone's whore for the rest of her life."

Andrea opened her eyes. A slow, methodical look to the right confirmed that although a few Invid seemed intrigued by the argument, most were either inspecting weapons or eating. She looked to the left, equally methodically. Dax was approaching, Faye was kneeling beside the mud pit. Andrea put a gentle hand on Sandra's hip and the other woman got the message, carefully getting off of Andrea and letting her up.

"Uh oh, I've got her mad now," Faye said. Andrea stood up and noticed a look of concern on Dax's face. Faye stood up as well but was seemingly oblivious to any danger. "Don't embarrass yourself further, Andrea."

Andrea moved to the edge of the mud pit so she was face to face with Faye. And she waited. Waited for Dax to get closer. Sandra stood as well.

"Aren't you going to say anything?" Faye asked. Dax was almost there. "No?" continued Faye.

Dax finally arrived a few feet from her. "What's going on here?"

Andrea looked up at the taller man. "I think we'll be leaving now." With lightning speed, Andrea reached into Faye's holster and grabbed onto the weapon. She spun quickly, catching Faye's forehead with an elbow and sending her to the ground unconscious. Simultaneously, she lined the gun in her other hand up with Dax's head. He moved his lips to speak. She fired.

The loud crack of the gun and the louder boom of an explosion reverberated throughout the room. Strands of fire and green blood rained down harmlessly around the two naked women still dripping mud in the pit. Faye had loaded the gun with explosive bullets.

Nothing else needed to be said. As Dax's headless body slumped to the ground, Sandra grabbed his laser pistol and the two women broke into a run. Andrea heard Sandra fire a couple rounds blindly into the Invid surrounding the weapons crates. She glanced over to see one of them go down with a hole in his chest and the others dive for cover.

They were in the doorframe when Andrea heard the crack, crack, crack of an automatic rifle, firing shots at them. She shoved Sandra through the door and quickly followed but before she was clear felt the searing pain of a bullet passing right through her calf. "Ah," Andrea lost her footing and rolled out of the building. She jumped to her feet again but the muscle on her leg must have been damaged. She barely managed to dive away as more rounds whipped through the doorway and out onto the street.

"Come-on, I got you," Sandra said putting one of Andrea's arms around her shoulder. The two women ran as fast as Andrea could handle. Civilians quickly moved out of the streets, knowing another gunfight was just likely to get them caught in the crossfire. Andrea looked behind to see well armed Invid filling out of the building. She leaned to the side and forced the two of them to take cover in an alley only seconds before another barrage of bullets.

"We're going to run out of ammo," Andrea said.

"Doesn't matter. We need to get out of here." Sandra leaned around the corner and fired a shot. "They're taking up defensive positions. When they're set they'll charge us."

Andrea looked down at her leg. "I can't outrun them."

"Then we'll outfight them."

Andrea shook her head. "No. There's too many."

Sandra leaned around the corner and fired another shot. "We'll figure something out."

"No. You have to go," Andrea said meeting the other woman's eyes.

"I'm not going to leave you to die."

"No. You have to go. I can hold them off long enough."

"Andrea, I'm not going to leave you."

Bullets splattered against the wall on the far side of the alley, chewing it to dust. "Look at me," Andrea said, placing a palm against Sandra's cheek. "One of us has to live. Tell the Coalition what they're doing here. Whatever the Invid are planning, we need to stop them. It'll save countless lives."

"But..." Sandra looked trapped. Another round of bullets sliced into the wall opposite them and Sandra ducked instinctually. "I just met you."

"Hey," Andrea said. "You've made the hell I went through this last half year worthwhile. But there's no other way. I should have died seven months ago with my soldiers."

"What are you talking about?"

Andrea leaned around the corner and fired a shot off at one of the Invid brave enough to try and reposition himself. The bullet exploded as it hit his chest and he fell over dead. "I led the attack in Florida against the Regent's Invid."

Sandra's eyes opened wide. "What?"

"We don't have time for this," Andrea said. "You've got to go."

"But... You're a hero. You should be retired with a dozen medals, not fighting for your life in a fucking alley."

"Hah, won't argue that," Andrea smiled. Sandra was still shocked. She looked at Andrea with gaping mouth. Andrea sighed and grabbed her by the hair, quickly pulling her towards her. She kissed her, hard on the mouth, clutching her hair as if for her life. After a few seconds she broke the kiss. "I'm glad I met you Sandra," Andrea said. "Go," she whispered.

Sandra paused a moment and then nodded. Tears were in her eyes. As she stood up Andrea quickly changed weapons so she had the laser gun and Sandra the 9mm. "Go," Andrea repeated quietly.

Sandra took off at a full sprint down the alley. Andrea smiled after her and took a deep breath. "Okay, here goes," she said to herself. She leaned around the corner and fired another shot, downing another one. There were still 10 or more left, plus the humans that had come to back them up. Before she could duck back behind the corner one of the humans fired and the shot hit her in the shoulder. "Ah."

"Fuck," Andrea moaned. "They're getting close." She clutched her shoulder with her gun hand. It was bleeding pretty heavily. Andrea pulled the energy clip out of the weapon and with her fingernail changed a couple of settings. "Let's see if we can't make them think twice about this," she said to herself as she put the clip back in. She pulled the trigger but no energy shot out. The gun began to hum loudly. She pulled the trigger again and the energy cell began to glow through the casing. "Five, four, three..." with her good arm Andrea tossed the weapon out into the street. "...One..."

A loud explosion rang out through the city, igniting anything flammable near it. The blast reached up above the two story roofs and a dozen voices called out in pain. Green dots splattered over the road near her and a quiet "clack" drew her attention to an automatic rifle the blast had carried forward. It wasn't too far. Only a few feet out in the open.

"I'm not going to let you fuckers kill any more people like this," she said aloud. The screams of pain continued from the street. She took another deep breath, calmed herself and rolled out into the street towards the gun. She felt the warm metal fibre in her hands and continued the roll into a standing position. They began shooting. Before Andrea even took aim, she felt a pinching pain and a burning from her stomach as another bullet struck her.

She took a step toward her assailant and took aim. More shots rang out, this time from her weapon, and he fell down behind his cover. The explosion had left a large hole in the middle of the street and a dozen humans and Invid were missing limbs nearby. She found another target and fired. The burning in her stomach was distracting. It was hard to focus. There was another automatic rifle on the ground. She picked it up with her injured side and despite the pain, extended her arms away from her body. She fired again, taking out two more targets.

Another crack of the gun, mixed in with all the others filled the night sky and struck her in the chest, piercing her lung and forcing the wind out of her. She could taste blood in her mouth. With a flick of her thumbs she set the weapons to fully automatic and held the triggers in. Another half dozen gunmen fell to the ground but another that had somehow gotten around behind her fired hitting her three more times. Her leg, her back and her arm all twitched and she heard the crack of breaking bones as the bullet split one of her ribs. Andrea fell, dropped one of the guns and couldn't breathe. She spit out more blood and rolled to her back. The remaining gun was kicked away from her and she looked up at an attractive blonde man, pointing a pistol at her head. Suddenly, inexplicably, she pictured Kitty in her mind. "I'll see you soon," she sputtered through blood. Everything went black.

* * *

Andrea was weightless, as if floating in the sea after an afternoon on the beach. Her mind felt free, relaxed, open. Was she dead? Everything was green, but not the green of the sea. A deep earthy green, like the rainforest after a storm. There were shapes but they were impossible to determine. Bubbles rose from around her and she felt a familiar presence. It helped her feel even more at ease. Was she dead? She remembered being shot and the feel of jagged bones slicing through her organs like a steak knife. The feeling made her shudder. If she just shuddered did that mean she was still alive? What was that presence?

"Hi." Irene's pleasant voice, light-hearted as always but with a hint of something darker touched her mind.

"Hi?"

"Turn around."

Andrea forced herself to move. To turn. The green resisted her, but not much. It definitely wasn't water. It felt like runny jello. It suddenly occurred to her that the liquid was in her lungs. She was breathing it. She coughed and sputtered, holding her breath. Panic began to set in. Was she going to drown?

There was a shadow in front of her, now that she has turned. Long strands of hair floated up towards the surface from it. Andrea tried to swim, not even knowing which way was up but a hand grasped her shoulder and pulled her back. "It's okay," Irene's voice sounded calm. "You're going to be fine. Just breathe."

Andrea didn't dare. She struggled to get free but the grip on her tightened and she didn't have the strength. 'I'm going to die,' she thought.

"No you won't," Irene said, reading her thoughts. "Trust me. Breathe. You've been doing it for weeks now."

Andrea began to settle down and she looked at the person holding her. Irene's face smiled back. The Invid was naked, her breasts rising high on her chest with the buoyancy of the liquid. She continued to smile, reassuring despite her grip on Andrea's shoulder. She forced herself to breathe. Liquid passed through her windpipe and into her lungs, she felt like she should cough but didn't need to. She felt better.

"See?" Irene thought to her. "You're fine."

"I was shot."

"Were. You're better now." Irene paused. "Well, almost better. Your muscles are still kind of weak. You've been in here for a while."

"How long?"

"About a month."

It still felt odd talking to the other woman without seeing any mouths move. "Where am I?" Andrea asked.

"In a hive in Brazil. This is where I was born."

"Here?"

"Mm hmm. The All Mother let me convert this birthing chamber for humans. It's made you better."

"What happened?"

Irene's face moved into a pout. "The other Invid didn't know who you were. They shot you and tried to kill you but I knew you were in town so I was watching for you. Waiting for you to turn up in someone's thoughts. Dax hid them from me but the others let me see. When I learned you were on the ground dying like that I made the others stop and bring you here. How do you feel?"

"Tired."

"Yeah, you haven't used your muscles in a month so you might be a little weak. But don't worry. This place rebuilds your muscles too. I could make you even stronger than you were if you want."

"No. Thanks. As I was would be good."

"I figured you'd say that. That's okay."

There was a silence as the two woman looked at each other. Andrea was suddenly conscious of the fact that their hair had mingled together above their heads. "I missed you," Irene said. "A lot."

"I missed you too."

"Why did you come back?"

Irene looked at her queerly. "Because everyone else came back."

"No. Why did the Invid come back?"

"Oh. The planet we went to didn't work. The Masters knew about it and they're really scary. We had to leave and the flower doesn't grow anywhere else."

"The Masters know about here too, Irene."

"Yeah but they don't come here anymore. Maybe humans scared them." Irene smiled. "But if we're scared of the Masters and the Masters are scared of humans, does that mean we should be scared of humans too?"

"Not unless you try to attack us again," Andrea smiled, trying to make a joke.

Irene's face got serious. "Oh."

"What. What is it?"

"We kinda got in a fight with your people again."

"What? How bad is it?"

Irene looked defensive. "Not as bad as before. We learned from you. We're not enslaving anyone or anything."

"Good."

"It's just the Coalition. When we came back they suddenly got crazy... well more crazy. They started attacking us. They're a lot stronger now. I don't know how they got strong so quickly. But don't worry. They're not strong enough to beat us."

"That's not the point, Irene. We need to stop the fighting before too many people get hurt."

"I know, that's what I told the All Mother. But the Coalition is being tricky. They learned we weren't attacking people that weren't fighting us, so lots of them took off their armour and started hiding in farms and stuff where people weren't fighting so now we don't know if someone is Coalition or not so we have to keep killing everyone in their territory."

"No..." Andrea shoved away from her. "You have to stop. You can't start doing this again."

"But they said if we don't leave they'll kill all of us and if we do leave we'll all die of starvation anyway. Or the Masters will kill us. So what are we supposed to do?"

"Talk to them for fuck's sake. Work out an agreement."

"They won't listen to us. They say we're ruthless aliens with no humanity. But I have humanity, don't I?" Irene frowned and looked at Andrea for confirmation.

"You do, but..."

"There, so tell them that!"

"I will. Help me get out of here and I'll go talk to them."

"You can't. Not for a few days. You're not strong enough yet."

"But they need me. Let me out."

"You wouldn't even be able to walk."

"Irene, I'm asking you. Please." Andrea looked at her intensely. "Please."

Irene looked back her eyes looking from side to side as she thought about it. "No. It's better this way. You have to stay here."

"Irene, please," Andrea pleaded.

"No." Irene crossed her arms. "I'm going to look after you and make you better. I'm not going to let anything hurt you again." She paused for a second and looked up. "I have to go now. I'll come back and visit tomorrow morning. You just stay here and get better."

"But..."

"Don't argue. I'll tell the All Mother not to attack anyone for a couple days if that'll make you feel better."

Andrea nodded reluctantly.

"Okay." Irene leaned forward and kissed her on the lips. "See you soon."

Irene faded away back into a shadow and then into the mass of green liquid that consumed them both, leaving Andrea with only disturbed thoughts and questions about the wellbeing of her friends.

* * *

Andrea awoke to a gentle touch on her arm, followed by another on her waist. She opened her eyes and saw Irene floating above her. Or was it beside her? She still wasn't sure which way was up.

"Hi," Irene spoke into her mind with a smile. Andrea realized suddenly just how much she had missed her friend and lover. She pulled Irene towards her, squeezing her as hard against her as her weakened muscles permitted.

"Hi to you too," Andrea thought to her. "At least the one advantage to all the madness going on out there is it brought you back to me."

"I thought that too."

Andrea noticed that Irene's face was getting closer as the two of them passed their thoughts to each other.

"I heard you've had a hard time since you made the Regent leave," Irene thought. Andrea didn't respond but she nodded with a weight that even Irene picked up on. "I'm sorry to hear that," she added. "Things are going to be better now. I promise." Irene leaned forward to touch her lips to Andrea's.

Andrea melted under the tender touch of her lover. It had been a long time since someone she had loved had kissed her. She felt strongly for Sandra though, and worried briefly that this might upset her. But as the kiss began to deepen, Andrea lost herself in the warm familiar feelings that only someone who knew her intimately could bring. Her tongue reached out of its own accord and entwined with Irene's.

Again Andrea tried to pull Irene closer by squeezing her against her flesh tightly. The other woman's large breasts flattened into her own, Irene's nipples pressing against Andrea's soft flesh determinedly. She felt the soft curls of Irene's trimmed blonde muff press against her sensitive thigh. "Open your mind up to me," Irene thought to her while they kissed. "Let go."

Andrea did so, not able to hold any reservations. All the stress and the pain of the last nine months passed through her and made her feel weak not only in body, but mind as well. She shed a tear and her lips shook against Irene's strength, but she opened her eyes to see Irene crying too. Irene said nothing but she opened her mind as well and Andrea felt the uncertainty of youth at the same time as intense, and truly selfless love. Irene loved her more than she had known.

The exchange of feelings continued, Andrea feeling what it was to be torn between the demands of two peoples, and Irene felt the hopelessness of bitter defeat. Or bitter victory. They kissed for a long time. Eventually the kisses moved to necks, ears, and collarbones before tenderly dropping to breasts as their emotions moved from the uncertainty of the future to the urgency of the present.

Andrea gasped into the green liquid as Irene's warm mouth closed around her right nipple. The tiny bud instantly stiffened and Andrea's arms drew Irene's face into her chest tighter, and more of her breast into the other woman's mouth. Irene moved to the left side and Andrea bit her lip. She wrapped her legs tightly around Irene's waist, still floating in the expanse. She remembered the dream she had before battle, of her and Irene in water. She wondered if it was prophetic.

She pulled Irene up again and kissed her, harder and more passionately. She could feel her own lips and tongue as the nerves fired, but at the same time, could feel Irene's as well. She had never felt so naked, nor so connected to someone.

Andrea splayed her legs with Irene's, alternating thighs and as they kissed deeper, she rubbed her pussy and clit against the other woman's leg, simultaneously sliding her own leg, against Irene's sex. It wasn't enough to cum, but Andrea could feel her body become tenser, feel the shivers as her skin grew more sensitive, and then there was Irene. So much more sensitive then her. As the two felt each others skin through each others minds, the feelings grew, feeding off each other until there was nothing left. Thoughts of the world and of other people left them. For this moment at least, they were only for each other.

No words were needed. Irene pulled their sweating bodies apart and spun Andrea gently, slowly, kissing any body part that came near her mouth, Andrea was staring at Irene's soft blonde curls and the pink lips they concealed. She felt a tongue on her sex and lowered her lips, kissing along Irene's velvet thigh as her own pussy sent shivers of pleasure to both of them. She relentlessly worked towards her target, sliding her cheek along the blonde's soft leg and her tongue between Irene's lower lips. She tasted her immediately, despite the green liquid. She had missed that taste.

It took all her strength to pull back and resist diving in completely. She wanted to take this one slow. With Irene lapping lovingly at her own pussy, every move she made on Irene only heightened a different aspect of the feeling. She knew Irene felt the same. It was like a song that started with one instrument keeping a rhythm so when the other instruments joined in it added exponentially to the tune.

She hovered above Irene's sex. The lips were the softest shade of pink, barely distinguishable from the rest of her pale skin until they were separated and engorged with arousal. Andrea touched one with her tongue, dragging her taste buds along it. She shuddered and let her body come down from the feeling before doing the same to the other side. She shuddered again. She could see beads of wetness, a different viscosity than the liquid around them, cling to Irene's lower lips and pubic hair as if they were afraid of separating from the warmth of her body. Andrea lowered her tongue again and lapped at them to make sure they didn't get lost in the sea of green.

She dipped her tongue into Irene's sex and got a shudder as her reward that was quickly transmitted to her as well through their connection. She dipped her tongue in deeper. She knew the feeling would be better if she played with Irene's clit, but she wanted to be as one with the other woman as she could and somehow it felt just a little bet better with her tongue deep inside her, tasting her sex and feeling it tighten around her tongue.

In only a few moments, the two women shuddered together and came. Irene's vagina tightened around Andrea's tongue and Andrea felt Irene's warm mouth close around her clit reassuringly. Her whole body constricted and refused to move as all her muscles tensed. The feelings of their orgasms interconnected fed off each other, and snowballed getting bigger and bigger and refusing to shut off. Pleasure overcame both of them and they screamed silently into each other's sex. The reverberations heightened things more. Andrea's whole body shook as if in seizure and so did Irene's. And it built even further. Their eyes rolled up, their heads felt drunk and their pussies spewed cum like a fountain. Eventually the pleasure was too much for her body to take. She couldn't focus or think. The feeling had built for nearly twenty minutes each second growing stronger but she refused to break the mind link. She didn't want to separate herself from her lover. Instead, Andrea's brain shut it down for her. She passed out. And for the first time in a long time, she felt safe.

* * *

Andrea woke up with her nerves on fire. There was a hot tingling sensation that flowed across her skin. Her pussy and nipples throbbed. "Wow," she said into the green liquid.

"Andrea quick, wake up," it was Irene's voice in her head. Andrea felt herself being lifted from the armpits.

"I'm up, what's wrong?"

"We have to get out."

"I thought you said I need another two days."

"You do, but um... I think you'll be strong enough to move around."

"What happened, Irene?"

"We're under attack."

"By who?"

Irene pulled Andrea from the green. As she was pulled from the pool the liquid flowed down her like mercury. It left her pores, her ears and her lungs. She coughed desperately and soon she was breathing air again.

"Your friends," Irene answered vocally. The sound, after so much silence shocked her.

Irene lifted her to the ground, allowing Andrea to firmly plant her feet before letting go. She did feel week. As Irene's arms left her, she nearly collapsed to the ground. Irene's quick reflexes saved her from the embarrassment.

"Which ones?" Andrea asked. The warmth of the hive was making her sweat.

"All of them, I think." As if on queue, the giant structure shook. "You have a lot of friends."

"Okay, let me go. I can do this."

"Are you sure?"

"Just let me go."

Irene released her grip and Andrea reeled... but stayed on her feet. Her muscles felt like jelly but she refused to fall. She began walking forward, using the soft walls of the hive to support her. She came to a junction. "Which way?" Andrea asked.

Irene paused for a moment and Andrea figured she was asking the others. "Left."

Andrea turned as instructed, hunched over as she pushed her tired muscles harder. They burned as if she had just exercised. She came to another junction.

"Right," Irene said immediately. Andrea turned.

The hall led into a large empty room. Andrea wasn't sure of it's purpose but she wouldn't be able to use the walls for support anymore. She pushed off the corner and walked slowly into the room. The hive shook again and she felt a spike of pain as her knee hit the ground. Irene was by her side instantly. Andrea brushed her off. "No." Carefully she stood and as she found her footing once more, a section of the wall on the far side began to glow red and shred apart. Particle weapon fire bled through the cracks and into the room before the wall disintegrated completely and dozens of men and women poured through the opening.

"Hold your fire," someone shouted. "It's her."

Andrea heard a familiar voice come from behind them. "You better be fucking right this time or I'll cut off your ball sack and..." Aria shoved through from behind them, a knife in one hand, a rifle in the other and saw Andrea and Irene across the room from her. "Fuck me."

For the first time in months, Andrea was conscious of her nakedness.

"Give her your fucking vest already," she spat out to one of the men. He hurried over, stripping his Kevlar vest off as he went and eyeing Irene carefully. "The rest of you, kill the bitch." Andrea heard the thud of thirty rifles bracing against thirty shoulders.

"NO," Andrea shouted, throwing herself in front of Irene.

"Andrea, what's she doing?" Irene asked, clutching her friend tightly.

"Anyone who fires answers to me," Andrea yelled out to them. She could see the hesitation. Some still looked ready to fire, Aria most of all.

The man with the vest had stopped outside of the firing line and Andrea stared at Aria intensely. The other woman stared back. "She nearly got you fucking dead," Aria shouted out, never breaking eye contact from Andrea.

"She saved my life. Please, Aria."

The two women looked deeply into each other as if no one else in the world mattered. "Are they going to kill me?" Andrea heard Irene mumble inside her head. She ignored her.

"Please," Andrea pleaded to Aria. "Trust me."

Aria looked into her as if reading her soul. There was a long silence and the soldiers shifted awkwardly, still not sure what to do. "Fuck," Aria said. "I hate it when you make things complicated." She lowered her weapon. "Don't kill the bitch," Aria said. "Let's just get the fuck out of here." The rest of the soldiers lowered their weapons in response. The man with the vest handed it over and Andrea put it on and zipped it up. It barely went down to her crotch but did cover her up for the most part, despite an exposed ass from the back.

"You look sexy like that," Irene thought to her.

"Not now."

Aria picked up her radio. "We got her. Fall back, formation D." Andrea tried to hurry over to her but her muscles didn't let it happen. "Christ, what did they do to you?"

"Shot me repeatedly and then healed me."

Aria's radio crackled. "You really have her?" It was Sandra's voice.

"Sandra!" Andrea smiled. "Sandra's here?"

"Here and tearing these fuckers a new ass hole."

"Who else is here?"

"Everyone that's left. Come on. We'll chat later. We have to get going before they can regroup."

"Can you convince the Invid to stop firing?" Andrea thought to Irene.

"Probably, if Aria's people do too."

"Aria," Andrea said as one of the soldiers provided a shoulder to support her. Irene moved to the other side and Andrea draped an arm over each of them. "Give a 30 second cease fire order. If the Invid stop firing back extend it for longer."

"Have you gone off your fucking rocker?"

"Please Aria. Trust me."

"Fuck. I don't know why I even came out here. You're as nuts as always." She smiled sarcastically but strangely, Andrea felt reassured. "Hey maggots," she said into the radio. "Cease fire 20 seconds. If the Invid stop firing your orders are to stand down."

"And if they don't?" It was Sandra.

"Then we're gonna see how they like the rest of those daisy cutters. Cease fire now."

The rumbling of the hive stopped. Andrea could hear a few stray blasts but they too were quickly silenced. "Is it working?" Andrea said to no one in particular.

Irene nodded. "They're going to let everyone go. But tell Aria she has to remove the bomb too," Irene thought to her.

"Aria'll never agree to that. Let me try something else."

Andrea spoke aloud, "How many bombs you have planted?"

Aria gave Irene a sharp look.

"It's okay," Andrea reassured. "How many."

"Two."

"Give me the detonator."

"Why?" Aria looked suspicious.

"Because we're going to use them as leverage to get out of here. We're allowed to leave, they're allowed to live."

"Well fuck. How about we just force ourselves out and then blow 'em all to hell anyway?"

"Aria!" Andrea's voice was harsher than she had intended. She saw a look of anger cross her rescuers face before Aria reached into her jacket and pulled out the detonator. She handed it to Andrea.

"How's it goin' out there?" Aria said into the radio. "Have they stopped?"

"All clear," a voice came back. "They're standing down."

"Alright, set up a defensive position while we get our people out. Don't fire unless fired upon."

Andrea couldn't help but smile.

"What are you fuckin' smiling at?" Aria glared at her.

"You're a pretty good commander."

"That's because I have a fucking brain, unlike these useless tits." She looked up to the head of the party. "Hey, Franklin! It's a right, not a fucking left. You want someone to draw you a map? I'll see if I can find the fucking crayons."

A man that must have been Franklin turned to the opposite direction and led the group down a passage.

"See what I mean?" Aria smiled and Andrea couldn't help but laugh. She stopped for a minute and looked at her.

"It's good to see you again Aria."

"Yeah well, you get kidnapped again, you can get yourself out. I'm gonna fuckin' retire after this."

Andrea laughed. "I was being serious."

Aria sighed. "Ah, fuck. It's good to see you too. I swear to God though, if they've fucked you up somehow there isn't going to be anywhere these fuckers can hide." Andrea nodded. "Now come on," Aria continued. "This place gives me the creeps."

It was a long, slow walk before Andrea saw daylight again. The side of the hive had been blown open with explosives and orange goo, dripped from around the jagged opening. The light outside was nearly blinding but the cool breeze was refreshing. There was jungle all around but much of it was on fire. Andrea noticed a semi-circle of soldiers around the opening, including a few people in cyclones. When her group appeared the carrier she had taken to Florida backed up to her in haste and slammed open the rear hatch. Stacy was inside with a hand out to help Andrea in. Andrea took it and entered the vehicle, Irene and Aria close behind.

* * *

"Where is she?" The carrier had been stopped at the fall back point for all of about twenty seconds when Andrea heard Sandra's voice from outside. "Hey," there was a banging on the side door. "Open up."

Andrea had since found a pair of camouflage green pants and made her way to open the door. Aria stood up to get it for her but a gesture and a glare told her to take her seat again. There was another banging as Andrea approached, still shaky and untrusting of her limbs. She pressed the button to release the door and it opened quickly, nearly sucking her outside. Sandra climbed the three steps in one bounce, wearing a set of riding armour, minus the helmet.

"You little bitch," She said, all smiles. She kissed Andrea hard on the mouth, literally zapping whatever strength Andrea had left in her legs. She sunk into Sandra's arms and wrapped her own wrists around the other woman's neck. "Are you okay?" A concerned look claimed her face.

Andrea nodded. "I'll be fine. Just a little weak."

Sandra kissed her again. "I was so worried. When I heard they took you... I... Well I went to the Coalition like you told me. And then I found Aria. We didn't know what to do. God, I was so worried." A tear was rolling down her cheek. Andrea smiled at her.

"I'm okay. Thanks to all of you. Thank you."

Irene chipped in from the back, "But we were gonna-"

Andrea snapped into Irene's mind. "Don't you dare finish that sentence."

"Why?" Irene questioned back in her head.

"These people risked and lost their lives to get me out. Don't you dare tell them it was for no reason."

Everyone was still looking at Irene. She looked away bashful, and finished her sentence, "-do... stuff..."

"Hey, where is she?" Thunder's deep voice came booming in from the other side of the open door. Andrea looked over Sandra's shoulder, still wrapped up in her arms.

"Hey, big guy!" Andrea said detaching herself from Sandra and leaning forward to hug Thunder. He stood a step down from her in the entranceway and she still had to reach up. "Glad you're okay."

"Glad I'm okay? How about glad you're okay? To be honest, we thought you were done for."

"Me too. You can thank Irene for that. She made sure I got out alive."

He turned to Irene. "Irene you crazy girl. Good job." He headed over to her and lifted her up in a large hug. She giggled, wrapped her arms around him and give him a peck on the cheek.

"I love Andrea too you know," she said with a smile.

Andrea looked around, putting an arm around Sandra to brace herself once again. "How did you guys manage this? How did you even find me?"

"Well, when we heard you were carried away after the gunfight we thought you were already dead," Thunder said releasing Irene. A sadness came over him. "We were just looking to retrieve the body. So Aria interrogated a few of them and found out you were still alive here."

Aria smiled widely. "Turns out they don't like pain any more than us poor humans." Irene glared at her from across the carrier.

"Anyway," Thunder continued. "Between that and what Sandra could tell us, we put together what was left of the military, people who didn't make it to Florida in time, survivors, you know. And we had a little outside help too.

"Outside help?"

"Is that my queue?" Jack's voice came from outside the open door as Thunder's had moments before.

"We're going to have to close that door," Andrea joked as Jack walked in, dressed to the hilt in the Coalition generals uniform, minus the skull mask. Andrea still couldn't help thinking he looked like a Nazi. Just didn't act like one... most of the time.

"No problem, I'll get it for you," he said closing it after stepping in.

"So you came too, huh?" Andrea said, giving him a hug as well. "Thanks."

"Well, in fairness your friends had to do a lot of convincing to get me to do a lot of convincing to get the little I did. We basically just provided some air support."

"Still I'm glad you're here. For more reasons than one. We need to talk later."

"Um, yeah, sure. Whatever you need."

Andrea slumped down on a padded bench against the wall and looked around the small room once again. She didn't know Stacy well, she could see Mike in the driver's compartment. Still, everyone here was a friend and she wasn't likely to forget what they had all done for her.

"Oh shit. Um... Irene, this is Sandra. Sandra, this is Irene, a close friend of mine."

Irene smiled and came over with a hand out rather daintily. "Pleased to meet you," she said.

Sandra smiled and accepted. "Same to you."

"She thinks about you a lot," Irene said. She leaned in close and whispered something into the other woman's ear. Sandra tried to contain a laugh.

"Is that so?" She said back.

"Mm hmm," Irene nodded.

"I think you're going to be a very interesting person to get to know. I'm looking forward to it."

Irene looked her up and down mischievously. "Me too."

"Hey guys?" Andrea asked. "How's Tessa doing?"

"What your coyote?" Aria asked. "She made it with some hot stud and joined up with some pack. I think she's doin' well."

"Maybe we should give Andrea a break and let her rest," Stacy said awkwardly and made for the exit.

"No, no. Please. I missed you guys. I missed you guys more than I knew." Andrea sat back, closed her eyes and listened to familiar voices talking.

* * *

"In the last two months, the Invid have been back, they've been doing things a little differently." Jack's spine stiffened while he talked and Andrea lounged casually - almost too casually - as he talked. He gave her a short glance as stiff as his spine and continued. "At first, it looked like they were going to be relatively peaceful. They landed in sparsely populated areas in the Americas and for the most part kept to themselves. During the first few days we heard from one of our northern outposts near Mexico City that the Invid were expanding and annexing small towns in the surrounding area. To our knowledge no life had been lost but people were being imposed upon."

"You figured they were testing the waters. See what Coalition response would be like." Andrea leaned forward on the bench in the carrier. The back had been emptied except for her and Jack.

"That's right."

"They weren't."

"Yes, we know that now. But at the time, we decided we'd do a little testing of our own."

"You attacked them." Andrea sighed and slumped back again.

"It was just a small scouting party looking for land near local villages around Teotihuac n. We hit fast and destroyed the party in less than a minute. None of the enemy survived."

"But they saw you."

"We're still not sure how they knew it was us but..."

"They're telepathic. I told you before that they're telepathic." Andrea felt her muscles clenching. Why did they never listen?

"Well, yes, but there was some concern on the council that your intelligence might be..." he paused not wanting to say it.

"Misinformation."

"Unreliable," he corrected.

Andrea let out an exasperated grunt.

"Do you want to sit there overreacting or do you want to hear this?"

"Sorry. It's just-"

"Frustrating, I know. So as I was saying, after that they began attacking us directly and methodically. Instead of splitting up their forces, they kept them together, striking small perimeter outposts in huge numbers. Most of the time we didn't even down one of them. We weren't sure how to slow their advance except to go on the offensive. Their paranoia about loosing ships in their attacks left their flank open and we went in and destroyed a hive. For the next few weeks nothing happened. Then we heard about this weapons deal that Sandra made us aware of." He paused and took a drink from a cup of water. "It became clear that their aggressive feelings towards us hadn't relented as we had hoped. It also became clear that they were getting much more complex in their strategies."

"So you hit them again," Andrea said.

"We didn't see any other option. Since then, we haven't won an engagement. We fended them off once when they tried attacking the tower but it's believed they're just regrouping and will attempt it again in a matter of weeks. Their numbers are far greater than we had imagined. Six, maybe seven digits."

"Also like-"

"Like you told us, yes." He breathed in deeply. "Incidentally, the council would very much like to speak with you again."

"They're not going to like what I have to say."

"What do you have to say?"

"That we can't win. There is zero hope of a militaristic victory."

"You're right, they wouldn't like that." He sat down beside her and turned his shoulders to look at her. "So what would you recommend?"

"You can't surrender. They'd never let us build any kind of forces together again. It would completely doom any kind of reasonable resistance movement for centuries."

"So what then?"

"Negotiate."

"Negotiate?"

"It's our only chance."

* * *

"Forty-five," sweat was dripping from Andrea's brow and matting her white tank top to her breasts, back and stomach. "Forty-six," her arms shook and her muscles were on fire. "Forty-seven," Andrea collapsed to the ground, her arms finally giving out on her. She rolled limply onto her back and stared up at the ceiling. "Shit."

The door opened and she turned her head to look. It was Irene. "Hi," she said. "What're you doing?"

"Push-ups. Or I was anyway. I can't even get to fifty."

"I never liked push-ups. They're really boring."

"I'm still trying to get my strength back."

Irene moved across the carrier and sat cross-legged by Andrea. "It's only been a day. You're probably going to be weak for a while still."

Andrea was still breathing hard. "I know. It's just... frustrating."

"We're moving again, if that helps. Heading north to the Tower. I told them we shouldn't go there. That it's dangerous there. They won't listen."

Andrea sat up. "Dangerous for whom?"

"For everyone."

"So the Invid are planning to attack the Tower again."

"Oop," Irene suddenly stopped talking. "The All Mother says I'm not supposed to talk about the Tower any more." She sighed. "Don't get mad, but sometimes I wish you had never made me like humans so much."

"Why?"

"Because your family is always fighting with my family."

"It was simpler the old way."

"Yeah."

"If a situation looks simple it usually denotes ignorance."

Irene looked at her blankly.

"It means you're not seeing the big picture."

"Yeah I know," Irene continued. "That's what I was saying. Sometimes I hate the big picture. It's-"

"Frustrating?"

Irene smiled. "Maybe I could make it less frustrating for both of us?"

"How?"

She looked around. "There's no one in here right now and you're really sexy when you're all sweaty like that." Andrea's tank top had slid up slightly during her workout and Irene glanced at her exposed midriff. Her nipples poked at the soft fabric, indenting it. Irene licked her lips. "You may be a little skinny but you're still really hot."

Andrea smiled. "Flattery will get you everywhere."

"Even here?" Irene teased, moving a hand to Andrea's crotch and pinching with fingers and thumb gently.

"Maybe," Andrea teased back. "Maybe you need the password to get in there."

"Oh I know the password," Irene leaned in close to Andrea's neck. She kissed the other woman on the collarbone and slowly moved up the soft subtle skin breathing out as she did so. Andrea shivered and the hairs on her neck stood on end.

"That's part of it," Andrea moaned.

Irene's kissing continued to rise as she slid her tongue up the side of Andrea's neck all the way to her ear. She took the delicate earlobe into her mouth and sucked on it.

"Mmm," Andrea sighed. She wrapped her own arms around Irene and pulled her head towards her.

Irene's tongue played at Andrea's ear as her hand slid into the waistband of Andrea's pants to seek out the other woman's warmth. A finger brushed against Andrea's clit as it moved downward and splayed her lower lips apart. It pressed against her wet entrance and slowly pushed inside. Irene's lips moved to Andrea's and her tongue extended again to intertwine with her partners. Andrea used her arms to pull Irene tighter against her and spread her legs more, granting her easier access to her pussy. She never heard the door to the carrier open.

"Oh..."

Andrea had heard that. It was Sandra's voice. She broke the kiss with Irene and glanced over to see Sandra standing in the carriers entranceway. Irene failed to remove her hand from Andrea's pants.

"I'm sorry," Sandra muttered. "I uh... I didn't think I'd be interrupting..." Her face made Andrea's throat jump into her stomach. "I'll catch up to you when you're not busy."

Sandra backtracked out of the carrier. "Sandra, wait," Andrea called after her to no avail. She pulled Irene's hand out of her pants and the blonde's middle finger glistened with wetness.

"Why did she leave? She should have joined us," Irene said simply.

"Just uh... Give me a bit, okay Irene."

"Sure." She put her wet finger into her mouth. "You want me to come with you?" She said from around the wet digit.

"No that's okay. Just wait here."

"Okay," she said seductively. "Don't make me wait too long."

Andrea gave her a forced smile and stumbled out of the carrier, still on weak legs. "Hey, Sandra, wait!" She could see the other woman move into the tree line at the edge of camp. Sandra kept walking as if she hadn't heard Andrea's call.

Andrea tried to pick up the pace, jogging on shaky muscles. She was slowly gaining on the other woman. "Sandra," she called out desperately. The other woman finally stopped, turned and took a deep breath. Encouraged, Andrea began to slow and stopped paying as much attention to the woods around her. Her toe touched a root that jutted out of the ground and her leg stopped moving forward. The next thing she knew she was on the ground with a bloody palm resting in a bed of leaves. "Fuck."

Andrea struggled to regain her footing but Sandra was already by her side lifting her up. "Are you okay?" Her expression had switched to concern.

"I'm trying to decide if I should say I fell to gain pity points or take the hit to my
pride and tell the truth."

"What's the truth?"

"That I'm a fucking invalid."

"Don't worry, everyone says you'll get your strength back."

"Yeah, that's what they say. Look, Sandra, I'm really sorry about that."

"No don't be. You didn't do anything wrong. I'm the one who's sorry. I was acting childish."

"No you weren't."

"I was. Seriously. Don't worry about it. Go back to Irene. She'll be missing you." Sandra's voice shook as she spoke and she turned to walk away.

"Sandra..." Andrea didn't call out with strength. In fact it was barely more than a whisper. Maybe that's why the other woman stopped and turned. She leaned against a tree and crossed her arms over her chest. It looked as if tears were building in Sandra's eyes. "I missed you," Andrea continued.

"How could you miss me? You barely know me? Besides, you were unconscious most of the time."

Andrea walked towards her cautiously. Partially because of her weak legs, partially because she wasn't sure exactly what she was getting herself into. "I did miss you."

Sandra blinked and rubbed an eye. "I'm sorry, I'm being so stupid."

Andrea didn't know what to say. She stood a few inches away from her lover, looking in her blue eyes. They were brighter than she had noticed before.

"You always need to fix things, don't you Andrea?" It wasn't a criticism, just an observation.

Andrea nodded. "I don't like leaving anything unsettled."

Sandra looked back into Andrea's brown eyes. "I'm really glad to have you back."

"Thanks for coming to rescue me."

"Hey, that's what friends do."

"No. More than friends," Andrea clarified.

"You think we will ever really be that? More than friends I mean?"

"I just said..."

"No, you know what I mean. More than more than friends. More than sex."

"I uh..." Andrea hesitated. "The last person I was really close too... it took me a long time to get close to her. And she..." Andrea looked at the tall grass at her feet.

"She was in Florida with you," Sandra finished.

Andrea nodded. "I don't know if I can do that again." She turned her body from Sandra and felt soft hands on her shoulders. It felt good. "I think you're digging for damaged goods, Sandra."

"Damaged maybe, but worth it."

Andrea smiled but she was still turned away. The other woman couldn't see it. She appreciated the compliment but for some reason couldn't give in. Something inside was stopping her. Stopping her from what she really wanted to do. But what did she want to do? Her instincts knew but her brain wasn't willing to pass on the information. Without a word she began walking away. Sandra said nothing but before Andrea could leave completely something made her turn. "I really care about you. More than I ever thought I would for someone again."

Sandra just nodded, not sure whether to follow or stay. Andrea continued walking and headed back to the edge of the tree line. But before she got there her legs gave out on her again and she sat in the dirt on the ground. She leaned her back against a tree and closed her eyes. Much as Sandra was doing a few hundred yards behind her.

* * *

"Are you sure it's a good idea to just walk in there?" Sandra's concern made her voice shake. It had been a week and in a caravan of nearly 500 people it was practically the first time Andrea was face to face with Sandra since the woods. Andrea briefly wondered how that was even possible.

"No," Andrea said leaning against the parked carrier and looking into the distance at the planet's last remaining testament to architecture. Trump Tower rose into the sky, dwarfing the neighbouring one and two story structures in the shantytown and casting everything to the East of it in shadow. A large black Coalition skull hung on all four sides of the building, glaring out at the world with vacant eyes.

"You want me to go with you?"

"No. I want you to save my ass if they do something stupid."

"You mean like arrest and execute you?"

"Yeah, something like that." Andrea looked away from the brooding tower and eventually settled her eyes on her friend. "I should be okay. Jack will protect me. Besides, I'm invited."

"Easiest way to get to you without a fuss."

"No, I don't think so," Andrea pondered. "They wouldn't have used any resources to rescue me if they want me dead. They want to know what I know."
Sandra frowned. "And if that information isn't to their satisfaction?"

"Then we may have a problem. And you and Aria may have to do your thing."

"How many times do you plan to get captured by huge military organizations?"

"Hah. That wasn't the first time and it won't be the last."

"Well you better be careful 'cause there will be a last time I put my ass on the line to rescue you."

Andrea smiled. "Don't worry, I'd return the favour."

"Maybe so but I'm not stupid enough to get caught all the time," Sandra joked.

"It's a planned strategy you know. Keeps them off guard when I just walk into their headquarters to see what's up."

"I'll say!"

"Hey," Andrea's tone suddenly became serious. "I'm sorry about the other day. With Irene."

"I said don't worry about it," Sandra lied. "You're an adult you can do what you want."

"Hmm."

"Hmm, what?" Sandra stepped back defensively.

"You're doing the girl thing."

"Well I do have tits, if you hadn't noticed." She nearly walked away, but instead took a deep breath and collected herself. She took a step back towards Andrea. "What girl thing?"

"The whole 'saying there's nothing wrong when there clearly is' thing. I know. I've used it myself."

"And when do you use that trick?"

"When I'm hurt but don't want to seem petty and hurt someone I care about in
return." Andrea grasped Sandra gently by the side of the neck. "I don't want to hurt you either."

"Then we should do the guy thing," Sandra said.

"What, beat each other up and call it solved?"

Sandra laughed, dipping her chin into Andrea's palm. Andrea felt a knot in her stomach as the laugh reached right through her. "No, worse. Be blunt."

Andrea nodded herself. "When I get back."Andrea dipped her lips closer and kissed Sandra lightly on the mouth. The knot in her stomach unwound all at once and she felt weak. Not even Irene made her feel like that. "What is it about you?" Andrea wondered aloud.

"If you want to find out you better not do something stupid and get yourself killed."

"Don't worry. I'm coming back. I'm not even going to say good-bye." Andrea parted from her lover and saying nothing else walked slowly toward a spare jeep and started it up. Jack saw her from across the camp and made his way over to get in the passenger seat. Andrea drove away, leaving Sandra standing at camp with nothing to do but wonder if her fears were justified.

"You two seem pretty close," Jack said once they were a few seconds away.

"You still fishing?" Andrea smiled.

"It's my favourite pastime. Problem is they're so damn slippery and I can't find a lure that works." He looked out the window as the trees coasted by.

"We're... Complicated."

"When are you not?"

"Ouch," Andrea laughed. "You got mean this last year."

"Hey, I've gotta survive on the council somehow."

"I suppose that's true enough. 'Course if it was me I'd tell 'em where to shove it and get the fuck out."

"You did that already. I still remember the look on the Emperor's face. Priceless. Haven't seen that look since. Feel like you're good for an encore?"

"We'll see." Andrea looked up to the sky through the few gaps in the dense overgrowth. "We'll see." She turned off the road onto a thin path through the brush of the rainforest and approached another carrier. 'Come on Irene, let's get goin.' She thought to the Invid.

Irene came out of the carrier with the usual bounce in her step and a small pack. Andrea thought it a bit odd since she rarely carried anything at all. "What've you got?" Andrea asked.

"Stuff," Irene said cheerfully.

"What do you mean, stuff?"

"Don't worry about it." She hopped in the back of the jeep. Andrea stared at her and Irene stared back blankly. "I thought you wanted to go?"

Andrea gave her a helpless glare and turned forward again. She spun the tires and turned the vehicle around to get back to the main road.

"How are things going with Sandra?" Irene asked leaning forward between the two front seats. Andrea caught Jack taking a quick glace back at her large breasts pressed against each other in the gap between seats. He looked around quickly to see if he'd been discovered. Irene obviously hadn't noticed.

"They're okay. I've gotta talk to her when we get back. Sort some stuff out."

"Is she mad cause she caught us with my hand down your pants?"

Jack coughed awkwardly and reached into his bag for a drink of water. He looked sidelong at Andrea as he drank.

"Um... yeah, something like that," Andrea said.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I hope she doesn't hate me. Or you. Do you hate me now?"

"No, of course I don't hate you. And neither does she. We just need to work it out is all. Don't worry about it okay? It'll be fine."

"Okay..." Irene sounded unconvinced. "Can you pull over so Jack can drive? I wanna give you a present."

"A present? What is it?"

"It's an umm.... An I'm sorry present."

Andrea sighed and stopped the jeep. She got out carefully and went around to the back seat, wishing secretly she was in good enough shape to just slip between the seats. Her exercises were paying off though. Yesterday she had been able to walk for half an hour before needing to take a break.

She closed the rear door behind her and Jack slid across the gearshift into the drivers seat. "You ladies ready to go?"

"Go for it," Andrea said, relaxing into the seat. It was easier than driving. She knew she'd get drained sooner rather than later and was glad to have a reason to switch off. She turned to Irene. "So what have you got?"

"Well, a little while ago I wouldn't have been able to give this to you. But after... well after your injury and being fixed by us and with your um..." she glanced at Jack suspiciously. "With your other stuff and everything... I um... I thought you might like this." She took the bag from the seat beside her and held it out to Andrea. Andrea took it and looked it over. It felt light, as if it was empty but there was clearly something bulky inside. Andrea pulled the zipper and looked inside. There was blackness. She stared at it a moment, puzzled. "So?" Irene pressed.

"What is it?" Andrea reached inside and could have sworn she felt something move. Her hand moved around in some kind of fabric. Maybe silk.

"What does it look like silly?"

Andrea continued to look at it confused. She bunched some in her fist and it slipped around in her palm like mercury yet still attached to the larger whole. She pulled it out of the back. It was definitely fabric. Pure, deep black. Similar to the black jumpsuit Irene wore. Maybe it was the same. Andrea held it up so she could look at it more fully. It was a jumpsuit. "It's like the one you have," Andrea said.

"Uh huh." Irene smiled happily and Andrea could see Jack take a look at it in the mirror.

"Looks nice. Pretty shiny," he said.

"It's alive," Irene said.

Andrea dropped it immediately and it fell to the seat in a bunch. She watched it intently but it didn't move.

"Why did you drop it?" Irene picked it up and handed it out to Andrea again. Andrea took it carefully and spun it around slowly, looking for eyes or some other creepy feature. "What are you doing?" Irene giggled. "You're being silly. Try it on."

Andrea looked at it sceptically, and then to Irene with the same expression. "How? It looks really small. And there's no zipper."

"Of course not. That would be stupid. And it's small 'cause it forms around your skin. Like mine, see?" Irene pinched some of the 'fabric' from against her stomach and stretched it out. She let go and instead of pinching back against her like latex or drooping like cotton, it slowly oozed back and rippled against her stomach until it showed the definition of her body once more. "Try it on," she repeated.

Andrea glanced quickly up to Jack and then back to Irene. "Alright." She reached to the base of her shirt and smoothly pulled it over her head. Her breasts bounced free and Irene looked over her frame.

"You're not as skinny as you were. You must be getting your strength back." Andrea looked down at her arms, stomach and waist. They sure looked skinny to her. Even her boobs looked smaller. Although they probably weren't.

"You think?"

"Mm hmm."

"Well, if you say so." She leaned her naked shoulders against the cloth seat and lifted her butt off the seat so she could slide off her shoes and pants. "Will I need shoes with this thing?"

"Nope. It gets all hard and rubbery on your feet. It's really comfy.

"Huh." Andrea, now naked, held up the black cloth and looked for a seam. "How do I open it?"

'Just ask it to,' Irene thought to her. "You know, in your mind."

Andrea attempted to do just that and suddenly the material began to splice and seam down the middle of the back from the neck all the way to the waist. "Neat." Andrea said. She put her legs into the tight material and it expanded around her feet, making it easy to get into. When her feet reached the end she felt the material harden around her soles. It was so form fitting it even displayed each toe. "That looks really weird. Do you think it could cover my toes more like a shoe?" Before she had even finished the sentence, the material had begun reforming itself until it became smooth along the top of her foot. "Huh."

Andrea looked down at it, now hugging her from the waist down. She gave it a similar request to get rid of the rather blatant camel-toe and got into the rest of it, slipping her arms inside the appropriate holes. As soon as her arms were in it began sealing itself up her back, until her body was completely encased in it, neck to toe, with the exception of her hands. It was cool to the touch against her skin, even in the intense heat of the rainforest. "Does it control temperature?"

"Yup. It's cool when it's hot and hot when it's cool. It also stops you from sweating... well it doesn't stop you, that would be bad. It just absorbs it and then makes it go away. That's how it cleans."

"Really?"

"Yup. Neat huh?"

"Yeah. Thanks, Irene."

"No problem." Irene's look turned serious. "Don't be mean to it and take good care of it or it won't like you."

Andrea felt like she was appeasing her mother. "Don't worry, I will." She looked down again. It was weird seeing essentially her naked body but covered in the paper-thin black material. All her muscles were on display, even her nipples. "I'm going to have to watch my weight."

"Yeah, it wouldn't look good on fat people," Irene said plainly. "But it looks great on you. Trust me."

"Thanks."

The rest of the ride passed quietly, Andrea spending most of her time looking out the window at the ever-looming Trump Towers. Eventually they pulled up to the main door of the tower and Jack stepped out of the vehicle. Walking ahead he began a conversation with the door guard as Andrea and Irene made their way up behind him. As they approached, she began to hear the conversation.

"...Emperor. Let's try not to keep him waiting, huh?"

The other guard nodded quickly and gestured the three of them inside.

"They have to do a search, make sure we don't have any weapons or anything and then we'll be able to go straight up to the emperor.

Andrea looked down at her new clothing and then to Irene's. "Seriously? Where do you think I'm going to hide a weapon in this thing?"

"It's just policy. Don't worry, it'll only take a second." Jack gestured one of the security officers over who gave the two women a quick pat-down and sent them on their way. "See? Nice and painless."

"First time for everything," Andrea smiled.

"Look," Jack said to her quietly, leaning close as they walked. "I haven't told them that Irene is... well you know what she is. Best if you keep it that way."

"No problem."

'You hear that Irene?' Andrea thought to her. 'They don't know you're an Invid so we're going to have to make it look like you're just my advisor or something okay?'

'Maybe you should act like my advisor,' Irene teased.

'Next time,' Andrea smiled back. "Hey Jack? You got a spare flack jacket or something around? Might be good to be a little less nipply."

"Hah, no problem. Actually we have a few of your old army's around. Still have the patches on 'em and everything if you want it."

"Yeah, that'd be great. You mind if we pick it up on the way?"

"Sure."

A quick stop later and Andrea was once again standing in front of the large oak doors in front of the council room. She hadn't been in that spot in about a year now and she looked down at her black flack jacket with the familiar patch she'd come to know so well. A silver shield over a blue and green globe. It felt odd to wear that again and she briefly couldn't remember how she had come up with that, or how she had managed to put together such a sizable force in the first place. She couldn't help but wonder if she still had the right to speak for anyone, let alone all of humanity. But her doubts were forced to come to a close as Jack creaked open the heavy door and gestured for the two women to step inside.

Andrea led and Irene followed close behind. Andrea had left her jacket undone so as not to appear hiding anything but it only served to highlight the cleavage between her breasts. She caught a few of the male council members looking before she turned to face the emperor, high atop his elevated chair at the head of the oval table. There were three empty seats. One for Jack and presumably one for both Irene and her. She gestured Irene to sit down and Andrea remained standing, directly opposite the emperor at the other head of the table where no chair sat to challenge his authority. Jack sat down in his own seat to the Emperor's left.

By remaining standing, her eyeline was actually slightly higher than his and it looked briefly as if he was somewhat uncomfortable.

"This is my aid, Irene," Andrea gestured.

"Picked another woman did you? Your mistake to make I suppose," the Emperor said.

"Do you often find insulting your guests a good way to get information from them? I'm here to help you, if you'll recall. On your request."

"Thank you, I'm quite capable of recollecting my orders. Tell us all you know of the Invid."

"I tried that already. You didn't listen then, why would you listen now?"

"Listen wench, you'll tell me everything you know or you'll find yourself being asked these same questions in a lot less comfortable manner."

"Highness," Jack said shifting forward in his chair. "She's here as a friend, in good faith."

"I'll tell you who your friends are."

The council glanced awkwardly throughout the room. They seemed to realize just how important the information was.

"Please, sir. Let us hear her out," the comment came from one of the other council members Andrea vaguely recognized. Was he minister of trade?

"So be it," the Emperor said begrudgingly as he sat tensely in his chair. "Speak."

"You haven't won a single engagement since the Invid regrouped."

"How do you-?"

"Jack told me."

The Emperor shot Jack a fiery glance and Jack snuck a look of betrayal towards Andrea. Andrea tried to meet his eyes with something that imbued trust. She hoped she was successful.

"We fended the Invid off when they last attacked the tower," the Emperor stated.

"Yes, because they withdrew so that they could regroup and take the tower with less losses. They're coming back. They're coming back soon."

'Andrea!' Irene shouted in her head. 'Don't tell him that!'

'Trust me Irene,' Andrea thought to her. 'Please.'

"When?" The Emperor peered at her with small blue eyes. There was no particular surprise on the council. They knew this already.

'When is the attack planned,' Andrea thought to Irene.

'Andrea...'

'When?'

'Four days.'

"Four days," Andrea said.

"That's ahead of our projected schedule," said another voice of the council. Andrea knew him. The minister of Intelligence. "We had them at eight days."

"Yes, I'm aware of that," the Emperor said coldly. "How do we stop them?" He turned to Andrea. She saw real fear in his eyes.

Andrea paused. She put her hands on the table and looked around at serious, professionally trained, scared men. Even Jack looked a little shaken. "You can't." She saw Jack's shoulders slump as the answer he knew was coming finally did. It was as if it wasn't real to him until that moment.

"That's treason."

"No, it's the truth. You have what... fifty thousand fully equipped soldiers around the tower?"

The Emperors lip tightened and Jack shook his head in a barely perceptible manner.

"Or less?" Andrea guessed.

"34,000," Jack said. "Plus another fifty thousand in the militia."

"But the militia doesn't have any energy weapons. They can't even hurt Invid ships."

"True," Jack said.

'How many Invid ships are attacking, Irene?' Andrea thought to her friend.

'Andrea, please. The All-Mother will be really upset if I tell you.'

'How many?'

Andrea saw Irene tense. 'All of them,' she said. 'Nearly a million. But don't tell them that.'

'No,' Andrea thought to her. 'They'd probably just nuke the fleet along with themselves, if they thought it'd take care of all your ships.' As Andrea thought it out to Irene, the idea had a strange temptation. To wipe out the Coalition and the Invid in one action? With only a few years' work the Earth could be free again. But at what cost? She found herself hesitating more than she would have liked. She lowered her head to look at the faces in the room. They'd all die. She might too. The Invid fleet would be gone, Trump Tower would be gone. It would be like pressing the reset button. So easy.

"They're sending a third of their fleet," Andrea said with a shaky voice. "More than three hundred thousand ships. They'll raze the tower to ashes within half an hour, and the million people living outside of it in even less time. And then they'll go after your outposts. And then they'll go after my friends. And then civilians. And then the Earth will be theirs."

Andrea felt the depression of the council as she said it. It was so much it felt as if it was literally weighing her down with them. How could this be solved? How could the Invid be convinced to stop? How could humans have a world of their own?"

"What do we do?" Someone on the council said. "Do we surrender?"

"Treason," the Emperor said fiercely.

"We can't surrender," Andrea responded quickly. "The Invid would enslave us again."

'No we wouldn't,' Irene thought to her.

'Yes you would and you know it,' Andrea shot back. Irene's face moved into a pout and she slumped back in her chair.

'So what do we do then?' Irene thought.

"So what do we do then?" Someone on the council asked.

Andrea breathed in deeply. She didn't have an answer. "The Invid have come a long way from when they first arrived here. They want to be reasonable. We just need a reasonable option to proposition them with."

"But what?" Jack said. "You've said before that they need the flower to live so they won't go anywhere else. And we can't go anywhere else. So how can we compromise? We both need Earth to live."

Andrea stood up straight. Could that be it? Could that be the solution? 'Irene,' she thought. 'Where does the flower grow?'

'Um... Well it grows best in the Americas,' she told Andrea. 'It grows a little bit in Asia and Australia but since the first attack years ago we haven't spent much time there 'cause it doesn't taste as good.'

"No, Jack. That's it. We're going to move."

"What?" Jack and Irene both spoke together. It was the first time Irene said anything in front of them and a few looked at her. "Sorry," she said and blushed red.

"All our strategies have been based around making them leave because we think it's our planet. But it's not ours anymore. It belongs to humans and Invid now. We both need it to survive. There's no other way. We have to accept that we're sharing, and we have to draw up some borders."

"Borders?" Jack mused. "Where?"

"The Ocean. The Invid don't know lines on a map. We give them North and South America. All the humans here relocate across the ocean and that becomes the new border. They stay on their side, we stay on ours."

There was some commotion on the council as they talked it over in reserved tones with reserved emotions. Some appeared excited, others concerned. It was hard to say which way it would go. "And they could be convinced of this?" Jack asked.

'Irene?' Andrea thought.

'Maybe. It'd be up to the All Mother. She says she'll think about it.'

"I can convince them," Andrea said.

"How?" The Emperor asked sceptically. "How can you communicate with them within the next four days without putting this tower at risk?"

"I can do it," Andrea assured him. "Leave it at that."

"Very well," he said. "You communicate with them, get assurances and we will discuss your proposition amongst ourselves. Good day ladies."

Andrea was surprised to be dismissed so quickly. She hesitated in confusion but after a moment made for the exit with Irene in tow.

"The guards will show you to quarters," Jack said.

"Thanks," Andrea responded. As she closed the door behind her, she made eye contact with Jack one last time and silently mouthed to him: "It's the only way." She thought she saw a nod before the door shut with a quiet clack.

The tower seemed oddly quiet as Andrea and Irene followed a guard down the hall. It wasn't too long ago when Andrea could walk around the tower unescorted. "I'm going to have to leave the tower to talk with the Invid leader," Andrea said to the guard. "You mind taking us out?"

"Whatever you say, Ms.," the guard responded. They took the elevator to the main floor and Andrea soon found herself leaving out a side door. The door led into an alley in the shantytown that passed between a few small wooden structures. Andrea walked down it. The guard watched them leave from the doorway.

"Where are we going?" Irene said.

"Don't know. Somewhere private."

"Our room in the tower is private."

"Not private enough," Andrea said. "Jack once told me they have listening devices in all the rooms."

"Oh. Good thinking then."

"Come on," Andrea parted some drying animal pelts with a hand so Irene could pass through. "I think there's a hotel down here."

"Okay."

A short walk later proved Andrea right. She entered through the doorway and approached the counter. There was a short, stalky man on the other side of the desk. He looked over at them with a suspicious squint. "You two be wantin' a room?"

"Just for an hour."

He squinted hard at Andrea then over to Irene, slowly looking her up and down. "Seems to me," he said turning back to face Andrea. "Seems to me with tits like hers it'd be a crime to stay any less than two."

"Thanks!" Irene said happily. "But hers are really nice too. Trust me!"

Andrea sighed. "Fine, two hours." She reached into a pocket and gave the man some money. He gave her a key and Andrea quickly took off for the stairway that led to the second floor.

"He seems really nice," Irene said casually, climbing the stairs beside Andrea.

"Hah, yeah. Real nice."

"What, you didn't think so? I think maybe he's just lonely."
Andrea stopped and turned to look at Irene in puzzlement. Irene stopped too and looked back.

"What?" Irene said defensively.

"Nothing," Andrea smiled. "Maybe you're right. Come on."

The room was dark and damp. The bed sagged in the middle and smelled of grass and the walls were spotted with black mould. "Okay," Andrea pulled up a wicker chair and gestured for Irene to sit. She did so. Andrea sat in the other one a few feet away. "I need you to translate what I say to the All Mother really carefully so there's no mistakes, okay?"

Irene moved her lips to a pout. "I'm not very good at exact."

"It's important Irene. I don't want there to be any misunderstandings."

"Why don't you just talk to her directly?"

"There's no time. I can't fly across a continent to talk to her."

"That's not what I mean. I'll just let her take me over for a few minutes."

"You can do that?"

"Sure. It's kinda uncomfortable but just this once is okay. I'm happy to do it for you."

"That would be great. Thanks, Irene."

"You're welcome. Just give me a few minutes to concentrate." Irene crossed her legs under her, still sitting in the chair and began to hum an awkward tune.

Andrea stood and moved to the window. She pulled the dark window covering to a side and looked out over the bright city streets. If things went according to plan this would all be empty soon. The biggest metropolis she'd seen since the Invid came and it'd be a ghost town. The thought made her strangely sad.

"Andrea?" The voice was Irene's but the inflection wasn't. Andrea turned to see Irene standing straight with her head held up high.

"All Mother?"

"I understand you requested to speak to me. I am very busy with my children so please be quick."

"Did Irene tell you my proposition?"

"To assign borders? Hm... Yes, she did. I don't see what you mean to accomplish. Humans have never been able to stay within borders. They always seem to think they need more land."

"You talk as if you know us very well."

"Better than you might think." Irene's body moved across the room and pulled the window shade aside as Andrea had done. "What do you suppose all those people would say to your proposition?"

"Depends on the person. I think some would be happy to move if they knew it meant freedom from being attacked or restricted."

"And others?"

Andrea frowned. "Others would fight to defend their home. No matter what."

"How do you propose you convince those people to leave?"

"I don't. I can't."

"So how do you expect this proposition to work then?"

"I uh... Let's not worry about the details just yet. Let's just look at the idea."

"Very well. You propose that The Invid must stay on the America's whereas humans may go anywhere else they please. Your proposal sounds rather one-sided."

It was strange hearing Irene talk in such a manner. Andrea looked her in the eyes. "One-sided?"

"Indeed."

"This is our planet," Andrea said fiercely

"No it's not."

"This is our planet." Andrea raised her voice. "You invaded. You came and started shooting. You killed millions and you had no right."

"It was a misunderstanding."

"A misunderstanding. I see. You killed my parents and friends in a misunderstanding?"

"This is not about you."

"You think I'm the only one who lost family and friends? I'm just a microcosm for everyone else out there. I challenge you to find one human on this planet who hasn't lost family or friends to the Invid."

"I don't have time to play hypothetical games. Make your point." Irene's body sat back down on the chair and crossed her legs.

"My point is, you owe us. You made a terrible mistake and now you owe it to us to make it right. Just like we owe you a chance to apologize and to live."

"And in your opinion, this 'deal' allows an opportunity for both."

"Do you disagree?"

"I don't disagree, no."

"But you don't agree, either."

"I think what you propose would be a short term solution, perhaps lasting weeks, perhaps months or perhaps even a year or two. But sooner rather than later, your people would gather together a force and attempt to take back what you perceive as 'your world.'"

"So if someone does, you'll crush them. You'll always have vastly superior numbers."

"That may be so." The All Mother stood and moved to Andrea, still standing by the window. "No. The risk is too great. Safer to wipe out your military now. Make sure you aren't capable of mounting an attack on us."

"No, let us live for ourselves, like you're trying to do for your people."

"Humans are arrogant, selfish and childish. You will attack us. And although it is unlikely you'll ever succeed in significantly impairing our ability to defend ourselves, anything is possible. The risk is too great."

"The risk is negligible!" Andrea said angrily.

"Any risk to my people is more than I care to wager with. Our conversation is over." The All Mother moved back over to a sitting position and shut her eyes. Andrea rushed over and grabbed her (or was it Irene's?), arm.

"I saved your life!"

There was silence for a while. Andrea began to worry that the All Mother was gone and Irene would soon be in possession of herself again. She breathed out deeply when she heard the All Mother speak again. "And that has granted you, as well as Irene a great deal of latitude on your behalf."

"It's not enough. You do this for me, you help relocate everyone and we can call it even."

"My life for hundreds of thousands of human ones?"

"Oh, come on. We both know you consider your life worth more than a few human ones."

"Is that how you plan to convince me? Arguing numbers?"

Andrea grunted in frustration. "I was hoping to appeal to your supposed enlightened sense of things. I shouldn't have to convince you at all. It's the right thing to do and that's what it all comes down to."

The All Mother stared at Andrea through Irene's blank eyes. "Don't presume to project your moral compass onto me."

"It's the right thing to do!"

"In your opinion."

"Arrrhhh," Andrea screamed.

"You're getting emotional."

"Damn right I'm getting emotional."

"I'm going to leave now."

Suddenly Andrea paused, a strange calm came over her. "You're right. I have been granted a lot of latitudes. I know how your birthing procedures work, your lifespans, the weaknesses on your ships. I've been in a hive. I know you can teleport and exactly how much notice you need. I know you have nowhere else to go, that you pose as humans and I know you need to eat the flower to live. I know how to fight you and I know how to win and I will make the most dangerous enemy you have. The Masters may have had power but I have knowledge. Knowledge the Coalition would be extremely happy to obtain."

"You're threatening us."

"I'm telling you what will happen if you force me to start fighting again. I'll target the flower itself. I can have people come up with a plague that will wipe it right off the face of this planet."

For the first time Andrea saw a noticeable expression on the All Mother's face. Her eyes opened wide and her lip twisted at the side. "You wouldn't. It's a power source for your people."

"I've always believed that one of my people's greatest strengths is diversity. It's one of our power sources yes. But we have nuclear, oil, solar, water, even fusion with some more development. We don't need it like you need it."

There was a long pause and then the All Mother spoke. "I will arrange ships to begin taking humans to Africa and Europe in one month. We will begin with the communities and then target individuals as they make themselves known to us. Inform the Coalition. Any large force attacking us will be destroyed and not transported. Individuals and small groups will be subdued if possible and then relocated with minimal necessary force. Agreed?"

"People will be allowed to take two bags each of personal possessions and all live-stalk and bundles of crops so they don't starve to death right after they move."

"Very well."

"You'll also provide lumber and food supplied to assist in the rebuilding efforts for a period of 12 months after the last of the people are re-located. You'll help us rebuild the cities you've destroyed."

"You are asking for a perilous amount of charity."

"It's not charity. It's reparations for your unjust attack on us. That's the deal. It's not that much to ask for in exchange for survival. Yours as well as ours."

A new expression came across The All Mother's face. But it wasn't the usual expression of anger Andrea had gotten used to seeing on Irene's. It was much more intimidating. She knew she'd better not push any further. "Will that be all then?"

Andrea nodded. "We have an agreement?"

"We do."

A sudden burst of motion overcame Irene as if she had been struck by a wave and she grabbed her head in pain. She opened her eyes gently and looked at Andrea. "That was really mean."

"It was necessary."

"Maybe, but you made it seem like-"

"Like we were the victims and the Invid the aggressors?"

Irene frowned. "She's really mad. She pulled out of me fast and it hurt."

Andrea looked into Irene's eyes. "I am sorry for that. I didn't want this conversation to hurt you."

"I know. It's okay."

Andrea reached out and hugged her friend tightly. "Thanks for helping so much Irene. I couldn't have done half the things I have without you."

"Really? You mean it?"

"Absolutely. I owe you huge."

Irene smiled and lowered her arm so her hand gently brushed against Andrea's ass. "I can think of one way you can start to repay me." She squeezed Andrea's ass playfully."

"Can we put that on hold until I talk to Sandra?"

Irene frowned. "Yeah I guess. But she better let us have lots of sex or I'm gonna be really mad at her."

* * *

Andrea and Irene had returned to their quarters in the tower and spent the day and most of the next morning waiting and playing cards. When the knock finally came Andrea breathed a sigh of relief. She didn't think she could handle another hand of "Go Fish" but Irene loved the game and kept insisting. "Yes?" Andrea said walking over to open the door.

"They're ready for you."

Andrea nodded and Irene joined her from the table. "Okay, let's go."

They walked to the conference room in silence and the guard opened the door for them. Andrea took a deep breath and stepped in. She had a feeling that no matter which way they decided it would be a short meeting. Before the door had shut behind her, the Emperor was speaking.

"We will not allow an invading force to dictate our course of action. We're not going to evacuate. We're going to fight."

Andrea heart slumped. "No." She said it more to herself than anyone in the room but the Emperor took offence.

"No? You have no right to disagree with my council."

"I uh..." she was trying to think. "I arranged a deal with them though. Like I said I would. They're going to transport everyone over in a month as well as their possessions. Not only have the agreed to the terms of the border but they're going to pay reparations in the form of food and lumber for rebuilding."

The council looked surprised. All of them except the Emperor. "I find it unlikely that even someone as attractive as yourself managed to convince the Invid to pay reparations. How did you do it? Offer to spread your legs for each shipment?"

"It doesn't matter how I got them to agree, the point is they did. I'm going to get it in writing from them if that helps..."

"It does not," the Emperor said. "We won't give in."

"Damn-it, they're giving in to us!"

"The decision has been made. You're excused. Leave the tower while you're still able."

Andrea turned to Jack. "Jack, please. Don't let him-"

"Jack does not lead this council," the Emperor said. "Leave. Now."

Jack gave an apologetic look but Andrea's instinct of self preservation kicked in and she turned to leave. Everything around her suddenly seemed blurry. She wondered if she was crying. She didn't think so. In the elevator, a wetness on her cheek told her the contrary.

"Sorry if you got bad news," the guard said to her.

"I didn't. You did." Andrea sighed and the doors opened on the ground floor. She left the tower and stopped outside to look up at it. She couldn't help but think that she'd never see it up close again. She frowned and made for the jeep.

"Why wouldn't they leave?" Irene said once they were out of the tower.

"Because they're scared." She took a deep breath. "Damn-it!" Andrea punched the door of the jeep hard enough to dent the metal. It rang out with a loud clang. "Tell the All Mother the Coalition is fair game as long as she doesn't attack their civilian populations." Andrea shook her hand out. Her knuckles stung. "Let's get out of here."

The ride back to camp felt long and lonely, despite Irene's attempts at idol chatter. Knowing that she'd probably never see Jack again made Andrea feel somehow lessened. Maybe they would change their mind. Maybe they would mutiny against the Emperor. Wouldn't that be something. Irene said something. Andrea didn't hear it.

"What was that?" She asked.

"I said, what do we do now?"

"I don't know," Andrea said. "Go East I think. Find a port and get to Africa early to start getting the people there prepped on the situation. I don't know if there's governments, or militaries or what but they'll need to know before people start showing up at their door."

"That makes sense I guess. Um..." She trailed off.

"What is it?"

"You said no Invid were allowed off the America's."

"Yeah..." Andrea wasn't following.

Irene was starting to tear up. "I don't want you to leave me. I want to stay with you."

Andrea sighed and stopped the jeep. "Irene, you can go anywhere you want."

"But, you said..."

"You're my friend, Irene. You're more than my friend. I trust you. You can come."

"Really? But the All Mother can read my mind. I don't want you to think I'm a spy or something."

Andrea grabbed Irene's hand and pulled her close into a hug. "Look. I'm not going over there to start building armies to fight the Invid. There's nothing to spy on. Maybe it would be a positive. It might help put her mind at ease."

"You think?"

"I do. Ask her. See if it's okay with her for you to go."

Irene pulled away and closed her eyes. Her cheek was wet and her blond curls hung down around her face and neck. Her pouty lips parted slightly as she concentrated. 'Damn she looks beautiful," Andrea thought.

Irene opened her eyes and smiled. "She says I can come if I want and if you'll make sure I'm safe."

Andrea smiled too and without thinking about it, wiped Irene's cheek dry with a thumb, leaned forward and kissed her. Irene returned the gesture passionately and the two women were soon entwined in each other's arms, while their tongues entwined in their mouths. Eventually Irene parted. "What about Sandra?"

"You're right." Andrea was a little out of breath. "I'm going to go talk to her now. Figure this out." Andrea started the jeep up again. It would only be a few more minutes until they were back at camp. "And Irene?"

"Yeah?"

"Tell the All Mother she doesn't have to worry. I'll always protect you."

Andrea pulled the jeep up to camp and stopped it by the carrier. The camp was a great deal smaller than it used to be. The Coalition soldiers had all left, leaving only a small group of her former soldiers and her friends. Sandra was getting out of the carrier when she heard the jeep approach. She was wearing riding armour for a cyclone; the helmet was in the crook of her elbow against her waist.

She smiled widely as Andrea climbed out over the door and ran over. "Hey you!" she said hugging her tightly. "I was worried you were the Coalition or something."

"Nah. They didn't give me any problems. They're idiots, but they let me go."

"So it didn't go well then?"

Irene came over to join them. She stood awkwardly to the side.

"It did and it didn't," Andrea said. "Come on, let's talk, I'll fill you in." She gave Irene a quick look that said 'stay here' and walked off with Sandra, gently holding her arm. As they walked she slipped her hand down to meet Sandra's and linked her fingers. They walked down a skinny jungle path where the overgrowth was so thick it appeared as if they were walking into night. The sun only made it through the trees in wisps. There was a soft green light surrounding them and the heat was making them both sweat.

"Why are we way out here?" Sandra said after they reached a small clearing. She looked at Andrea with one eye.

"That's your suspicious look," Andrea said.

Sandra smiled. "Ever wonder how we can know each other so well? I mean, we've barely spent any time together in the grand scheme of things."

Andrea shook her head. "I don't wonder. It feels right with you. I think it's easy to read someone when you're with the right person."

Sandra grabbed the waist of Andrea's pants and used it to pull her towards her. "So you think you're with the right person?"

"I do. Right from the moment I met you in that cell. It's so funny, in such horrible circumstances... It's funny I met someone like you. I would have never expected it."

"Me neither. I thought I'd die in that place. I would have. You got me out."

Andrea laughed. "Thanks for saying so but realistically you got both of us out. I was scared. Too scared."

"Well, it doesn't matter does it. We're here now." Sandra gave her a kiss. "Tell me about your meeting."

"They're arrogant. I came up with a solution. Not ideal, but it's a solution. The Coalition refused it. They're going to get themselves killed."

"What did you decide?" Sandra slipped her hands into the back of Andrea's pants holding her close. The other woman's chest pressed up lightly against her own.

"That we should leave. That the Invid should take the America's and humans should get the rest of the world."

Sandra paused, looking into Andrea's eyes. "Really? Your solution was to give up a third of our world? For them?"

"It's the right thing to do."

"Are you sure about that? It seems pretty extreme."

"I don't think so," Andrea said. "Think about it. What if you have a house, and a neighbour's house burns down. They have no money left, no possessions. Maybe you let them have a room in your place until they get back on their feet."

Sandra frowned. "Well sure, I guess. But this neighbour stomped on our flower garden and took a sledgehammer to the garage before asking to stay."

It was Andrea's turn to frown. "I said it wasn't perfect. But let's face it. If we put the past aside for a minute, humans have a way smaller population now, there's more than enough space on the other four continents. We'd be allowed to rebuild. It's a good scenario."

"Are you sure they're going to let us rebuild?"

Andrea nodded. "I convinced them to pay reparations. They're going to transfer everyone over there with possessions and they're going to give us regular food and wood deliveries."

"Seriously? How the hell did you convince them of that?"

Andrea smiled. "I can be very threatening when I need to be."

"I guess I'll have to watch out for that," Sandra said coyly. "Well, I guess that's not too bad a deal. The Coalition refused then?"

"They said they're going to fight. They Invid are going to destroy them. It's just a matter of time."

"I'm sure you did what you could. If the Invid hold up their side this'll save a lot of people and make everyone's life a lot better."

"I know."

"So what's wrong?"

"Now I've got to do the hard stuff."

"The hard stuff?"

"Us."

"Oh."

"Maybe you should let me go so we can talk," Andrea said.

Instead Sandra pulled her closer until their bodies were pressed tightly together and their chins over each other's shoulders. "I'm not going to let you go now, or after we're done. But you're right, we need to figure things out."

Andrea sighed, "Irene."

"Irene."

"I love her. I always will," Andrea said. She felt Sandra squeeze tighter. "I know that's not the right way to start this but I've gotta be straight with you."

Andrea felt a motion against her shoulder that must have been a nod, "keep going."

"I love her different. I don't know. I would say like a daughter or a sister but that's probably just creepy considering what I've done with her. But I think that's still kind of close. I can't explain it. It's a really weird kind of love. I need her, but she doesn't complete me. She's not the one or anything like that."

"So what is she?" Sandra held her breath.

"A best friend I can't be platonic with."

"So where does that leave me? Mistress?"

Andrea chuckled and hugged Sandra back holding her even tighter. The heat in the jungle made sure they sweated even more but in a way, it felt somehow comforting to know they were both sweating because of each other. "No, not mistress. Lover, companion, partner."

Sandra pulled back just enough to look Andrea in the eyes. "Partner?"

"I know it's unfair to ask, but if you can let me maintain my relationship with Irene, that's enough. I don't have to be with anyone else. You can be the one I go to sleep with, the one I dream about, I just can't cast her out."

Sandra nodded. "I'm not going to lie either. I'm jealous of you and her." Andrea frowned and opened her mouth to speak but Sandra stopped her. "Let me finish. I'm jealous, but I do like her. She's a good person."

"She is," Andrea affirmed.

"I think..." Sandra took a deep breath. "I think I can share you. If it's only her. If it means keeping you I think I can do that and I think I can be happy doing that. But I want to be able to join in with you two sometimes. She is ridiculously hot."

Andrea smiled. "She is ridiculously hot. So we're okay then?"

Sandra nodded. "We're okay. But no one else. Just me and her."

"No problem. You're more than what I need by yourself, I just can't ignore all that history I have with her. You understand?"

"I do." Sandra leaned in and kissed Andrea passionately on the lips.

Andrea felt the soft touch of her lips before the heavy pressure that indicated it was more than just a peck. She received Sandra tongue and fought it off with her own, dancing with her inside her mouth. Eventually Sandra pulled back, pulling Andrea's lip out with her teeth before releasing it gently and looking her up and down. "What are you wearing?" She said.

"It's something Irene gave me. What do you think?" She took off her jacket and placed it over a fallen log."

"It's really tight. I can see your nipples, even your belly button."

"I know," Andrea said. "Is it too much?"

"I love it! It's so hot! I just want to peel it off you."

"So what's keeping you?" Andrea said playfully. By the time she was done talking she was already being tackled up against a tree. Her back hit the hard wood with a thud and Sandra began pulling at the neckline of the suit. Andrea instructed it to give way and Sandra easily began peeling it down Andrea's body, first revealing her perky round breasts, then the musculature of her stomach before finally yanking it down her legs and off her ankles.

It occurred to Andrea that she hadn't had sex with Sandra since before her near death experience. She wanted the other woman badly. Andrea reached out in front of her and grabbed Sandra's collar. She pulled too hard though and ripped Sandra's shirt down the front from the V-neck collar to just below her breasts. Sandra gave her a shocked look but the damage was already done so with a smile, Andrea just tugged and ripped it the rest of the way until it was open entirely at the front.

"You're going to have to buy me a new shirt," Sandra said playfully but with just a hint of seriousness.

"Just walk around topless." Andrea's voice was breathy as she yanked at Sandra's pants to get them off her.

"Only if you do," Sandra responded.

Andrea's heart was thumping in her chest and she could feel herself getting wet. "No more talk," she said. "I want you know. I didn't know how bad I missed you 'til now."

"Then shut up and take me."

Andrea didn't need to be told twice. She tackled Sandra down to the ground. The other woman quickly met Andrea's mouth and their tongues began to dance as their hands explored each other desperately. Sandra rolled Andrea over and she could feel a layer of dew covering the plants, cold against her naked back in the thick heat. She shuddered and Sandra grasped Andrea's breast hard in her hand.

Sandra deepened the kiss pressing her soft lips hard against Andrea's before parting and sitting up. Gingerly, Sandra parted Andrea's legs and slipped a leg between them so their lower lips could take a turn kissing. "Don't be gentle," Andrea gasped.

In response, Sandra squeezed Andrea's tit tighter, forcing the soft flesh out around her fingers. "Unh," Andrea moaned. The pain throbbed through her breast and made her nipple ache. As Sandra began to grind her pussy into her own, she shuddered again. Sandra grabbed Andrea's leg with her free hand and used it to pull their pussies tighter together. Their sweat provided plenty of moisture to keep their lips sliding against each other and Andrea put her arms behind her to push herself up into more of a sitting position. The angle made it harder to grind their lower lips but much easier to meet with their upper ones. She grabbed onto Sandra's hip tightly, her nails digging into the other woman's flesh and tongued and bit at her lips ferociously. Sandra returned the favour, nipping Andrea's tongue before pulling at her lower lip with her teeth.

Andrea humped in rhythm with Sandra. The women's sweat rolled down their faces and made their desperate kisses salty. "Harder," Andrea moaned as Sandra bit at her lip again. Sandra pushed her crotch harder into Andrea's sending another shudder through both of them. The friction on Andrea's clit was almost painful but the ache it was giving her was irresistible. Sandra moved her hand from Andrea's breast and the release stung as the blood returned. Sandra's wayward hand slid down Andrea's side before cupping her ass and sliding into her crack. As her pussy rubbed hard against Sandra's, Sandra slid her middle finger into Andrea's asshole. At first it was just the tip, but Andrea had asked for harder and Sandra wasn't going to back down.

Sandra's middle finger was quickly joined by her pointer and the two digits were forced deep into Andrea's ass in one single motion. "Ahhhh," Andrea moaned as Sandra's fingers spread apart inside her and became the new leverage point to force Andrea's clit harder into Sandra's. The digits in her ass guided her hips back and forth to make sure the thrusting didn't diminish. Andrea felt her stomach drop and her heart beat faster. She kissed at Sandra best she could but breathing was becoming difficult. She bit down on Sandra's lip and held it between her teeth as she tried to catch her breath. She tasted copper and new Sandra was bleeding but there wasn't much of it. Sandra would be fine. She refused to release her grip. One of her hands instinctually went to Sandra's ass to make sure she could stay in her sitting position and the other moved to Sandra's right tit to squeeze as hard as she was able. Her nails dug into the flesh there too and Sandra's firm breast began to turn red. Her other one bounced repetitively with each counter-thrust she gave Andrea.

The fingers in her ass moved deeper, then nearly out of her, then parted to put pressure on her inner walls. A few minutes later, they were joined by a third finger as Sandra's ring finger made its way into her nether hole.

"Ahhh," Andrea shrieked and released Sandra's lip as the third one plunged in. The three fingers pulled her into Sandra tightly and forced her to grind in small circles as if to make sure their pussies never separated. Quiet wet sticky noises framed their moaning as their lower lips stuck to each other during the grind. The fingers withdrew and Andrea took a deep breath, feeling empty and free once more. She gave Sandra a hard thump with her crotch as if in appreciation and then felt the fingers at her rear once more, except this time they were thicker. All four of Sandra's fingers began to slide into Andrea's ass. "Errrrrrgh," Andrea moaned. She gripped Sandra's breast even harder. As they got deeper her ass was forced to spread even more. "Too much," Andrea whispered into Sandra's neck.

"You said not to be gentle. Don't go back on me now." With a shove, Sandra forced her four fingers all the way in, until her thumb slid comfortably into Andrea's crack and would allow them to go no further. Andrea's ass burned as it spread around Sandra's fingers and with all four inside her, it gave the other woman an extremely effective handle to control Andrea's hips. Sandra took full advantage, grinding Andrea's pussy against her own as if she was controlling a puppet.

The angle was too awkward for Andrea with so much of Sandra inside her rear so she released her grip on the other woman and put her hands on the ground behind her, leaning back so that her nipples pointed high into the air and her stomach stretched out.

Sandra didn't relent, she only pumped Andrea's pussy against her own even harder. Each forced thrust dug her hand deep into her ass until her thumb pressed hard against Andrea's crack, disappearing between the flesh. When she relaxed, Andrea's hips instinctively pulled away and Sandra's four fingers pulled partially out before being forced in again with a loud sweaty schluck.

Andrea wheezed and flushed completely red. Sweat literally rolled off her, making her skin shine in the pale light. Sandra looked the same, flushing red from the chest up as she bit her own lip to try and hold off her impending orgasm. Andrea collapsed back to her elbows, barely holding herself up from the ground. Her arms shook and her breasts jiggled, flinging sweat off them, with each thrust of Sandra's. Finally, she couldn't hold it back any longer. Her stomach tensed, her jaw clenched and she let out a long, low guttural moan, "Unnnnnnnnnnnnngggghhhhhh."

Sandra gasped and wheezed herself, still biting on her lip. Finally she couldn't hold back any more and her pussy pulsed against Andrea's clit. Sandra cried out as well, her hole body shaking, including her four fingers in Andrea's ass. Sandra's soft, wet pussy gyrating and shuddering against her clit set off her own orgasm in high gear. All her muscles tensed, her ass clenched around the fingers inside it and her own juices gushed out of her sex, merging with Sandra's along their lips and trimmed muffs.

Finally, the climax subsided and Andrea's arms gave way. Her back crashed to the ground and Sandra's fingers were forced deep into her ass one final time. Sandra unlinked their legs and repositioned herself to lay on top of Andrea, hips to hips, chest to chest and face to face with her hand still deep in the other woman's rear hole. She kissed Andrea tenderly and gently curled and uncurled her fingers inside of Andrea, tickling them against her insides. Andrea shuddered again. "Amazing," was all she could say. Sandra continued to lay on top of her, curling and uncurling her fingers. Their pussies continued to pulse and gush fluids that merged between Andrea's legs. She sighed and kissed Sandra one more time.

After resting for a few minutes, Sandra withdrew her hand and wiped it on the wet green forest floor. Unlike the tail Faye had forced her to wear, Sandra's fingers had felt somehow comforting. "You know I think I could have fit my whole fist up there," Sandra mused.

"Hah," Andrea laughed. "Maybe another time." Her ass still stung, even though it was occasionally still pulsing with waves of pleasure that rocked her whole torso.

"How do you feel? Are you feeling stronger?"

"I don't know," Andrea frowned. "Better yeah, but let's just say I'm glad you did most of the work. I still feel a lot weaker than I used to. It's coming back though."

"Good. I can't wait till you're strong enough to just fuck me 'til I pass out."

Andrea smiled. "Now that's a thought worth getting healthy for."

Sandra grinned back. "I have an idea." She stood up, getting off of Andrea and began to put her pants on.

"What are you doing?"

"Don't worry, just wait here," Sandra said pulling them up and buttoning them at the waist. "Here," still topless she tossed a canteen of water at her lover. Andrea barely caught it. "Have a drink, get comfortable, I'll be back in a few." She put on her ripped shirt and thanks to the sweat, it immediately clung to a breasts and stomach like an open vest. Andrea could see the darker color of Sandra's puffy nipples through the sheer white material. "I think I'm just going to wear this as is from now on."

"I'll second that. It makes your boobs look amazing."

"Thank-you," Sandra blushed. "I'll be right back." Sandra quickly walked off towards camp and Andrea undid the cap on the canteen and took a swig of water. It was warm but felt refreshing nonetheless. She put the canteen down and laid back to stare up at the canopy. The trees bound themselves together with vines and if she looked to any direction she couldn't see much more than twenty feet thanks to the thick vegetation. Sandra and her were lucky the managed to find the small clearing that they did.

Only a few minutes later, Andrea heard footsteps coming back towards her from camp. "That was fast," she said looking over to Sandra. She was momentarily surprised to see the other woman wasn't alone. Irene was in tow. "Irene, hi." Andrea's mind shot into action. Would Irene be jealous of her and Sandra? She didn't think so but then again she hadn't expected Sandra's reaction to be what it was either.

"Hi," Irene said happily. "You look really pretty."

Andrea smiled. She should have known better.

"Irene was quite happy to come out right away when I told her what I was planning."

"And what's that?" Andrea said cautiously.

"Well I thought that we could help you get your strength and endurance back up again.

"A doctor told me once that sex is good exercise," Irene said playfully. "So why not help you exercise?" The young blond began to remove her black jumpsuit with eager efficiency. She discarded it next to Andrea's, and stood naked before the other two woman. Andrea thought she would never get tired of looking at her. Irene's straight blond hair flowed down her muscular back to the base of her spine.

All the lines of her body seemed connected. Her bangs, drew attention to her dark blue eyes and her high cheekbones flowed into her chin and neck. Andrea eyes continued downward, looking at the way her thin, slender shoulders framed her collarbone and throat. That line continued down into her deep cleavage. Her large breasts stood out impossibly firm and round, pointing out at wherever she looked. They bounced gently as she moved, the up and down motion forcing Andrea's eye to Irene's ribcage just barely visible behind her delicate yet surprisingly powerful frame. Her ribs, led into her abs and stomach and bellybutton and wide hips. Her thighs touched a few inches below her muff and pussy as if teasing Andrea by showing her the thin blond pubic hairs and bright pink lips of her sex before blocking access. Her legs were impossibly long and shaped perfectly. She truly was the most beautiful woman Andrea had ever seen. And now she was going to get her, and Sandra at the same time. She suddenly started to get wet again.

Andrea was glad to realize that Sandra seemed equally frozen, admiring Irene's beauty. Irene took a few sure-footed steps towards Sandra and Andrea sat up to watch. With cat-like grace, Irene reached up to Sandra's shoulders and pulled the ripped fabric down her arms and behind her back before tossing it aside onto the wet ground. She then grabbed Sandra with two hands by the button of her pants and pulled towards her, stretching the pants out from Sandra's abdomen. The two blondes kissed. Irene's lighter hair became tangled with Sandra's dirty blond curls and their breasts flattened into each other as Sandra wrapped her arms around Irene's shoulders.

Andrea heard a loud rip as Irene pulled her two hands apart, sending the button on Sandra's pants flying and ripping it down past the small zipper all the way down to her thigh on one leg.

"Not you too," Sandra sighed with a chuckle as the useless pants fell from her hips to her ankles.

Andrea laughed. "You just don't know how bad everyone wants you."

"I guess n- mmph" Sandra's words were muffled as Irene pressed her lips against the other blonde's once more. Andrea could see their tongues sneak out from their mouths to play with one another. Irene grabbed Sandra by the ass and lifted her up onto her toes, spreading her cheeks to reveal her tiny puckered anus to Andrea. Their tongues continued to entwine and Andrea could see Sandra's chest start to rise and fall faster.

Andrea squeezed her breast and pinched the nipple trying to control the ache that was swelling inside them while watching her two lovers make out ferociously. Irene dug her hand into Sandra's blonde muff and curled a finger to slip it inside her sex. "Unn," Sandra gasped through their kiss, high pitched and soft. She lifted a leg to step out from her torn pants and Irene took the opportunity to dig the finger in deeper while her thumb caressed her clit.

Irene broke the kiss and while continuously assaulting Sandra's clit with her thumb, she drug her tongue down the other woman's neck. Sandra shivered and moved her hands to Irene's sides next to her breasts for a better grip. Her legs were starting to shake. Irene licked down, passed Sandra's nipples, pausing just long enough to give one a playful nip. Sandra gave another breathy gasp as Irene pulled at it with her teeth.

Andrea squeezed her breast again, trying desperately to dull the pleasurable ache.

Irene continued to move down, lapping at Sandra's bellybutton and then dragging down further until her engorged lips disappeared into Sandra's muff. Sandra moved her hands again, this time putting them in Irene's hair and grabbing on to her head. The Invid withdrew her fingers and replaced them with an eager, warm tongue. Most of her face disappeared between Sandra's legs and Andrea found her gaze wandering upward, along Sandra's arched back, to her upturned breasts with hard nipples pointing out at the trees dramatically. Her mouth parted and her lips were puffy and swollen from Andrea's early biting. She wanted to kiss them badly, but didn't want to interrupt as her lover progressed speedily towards orgasm.

Irene's hands grabbed Sandra's butt and she dug her mouth deep into the other woman's pussy. Her tongue extended deep inside and Sandra began to sweat all over again, gasping regularly as Irene tongue fucked her. "Huhn, huhn, huhn, huhn..." One of Andrea's hands drifted to her pussy as she watched and she shuddered as it brushed against her clit. She was even more turned on than she thought. "Huhn, huhn, huhn," Sandra panted, faster and faster until it was just a long "Huhhhhhhhnnnnnnnnnn" and her body was shaking. Irene's hair bunched in her fingers as he came hard into Irene's waiting mouth. Sandra's legs were shaking as Irene hung on, refusing to part her tongue from Sandra's sex. The orgasm continued for what seemed like minutes and finally Irene parted, stood up and met Sandra's tongue with her own once more. Andrea could see a strand of saliva hanging from Irene's mouth (or was it cum?). Either way Sandra eagerly sucked Irene's organ into her mouth and licked at the Invid's lower lip before finally running out of strength and collapsing to her knees. She was breathing heavily and put a hand on the ground in front of her to steady herself. "Fuck, you know how to give head."

"Andrea says so too," Irene smiled happily. A thin strand of Sandra's cum hung from her chin, slowly extending to towards the ground before breaking off, leaving only a small bead of liquid in its place. "You taste really good. I mean really good. Like strawberries."

"Unh," Sandra was still catching her breath. "You can have a taste any time you want after that last five minutes."

Irene smiled wickedly. "Be careful what you say, I might do it."

"Don't get me wrong," Andrea interrupted. "That was one of the hottest things I've seen in my life, but did you two just come back to fuck in front of me? Or do I get a turn?"

"Oh you get a turn," Irene said mischievously. "I just wanted you to have an idea exactly how good you're about to feel." Irene walked seductively over to Andrea, stood her up and planted a sloppy wet kiss on her mouth. Andrea immediately tasted Sandra's sex and the flavour worked like an aphrodisiac. She was instantly wet and dug her tongue hard into Irene's mouth, lapping up Sandra's cum wherever she could find it. "You're lips are really big," Irene said, breaking the kiss.

Andrea smiled and looked at Sandra. "She's a rough kisser."

"Hey, you told me to," Sandra said back, starting to finally regain her composure. She had moved into a sitting position with an elbow resting on one of her knees. Andrea had a fleeting glimpse at the woman's pink lower lips and trimmed blonde pubes but it was quickly blocked by Irene's lips coming at her own for a second time. She tasted Sandra on her again. This time fainter, but still unmistakable. She did taste like strawberries, Andrea realized. She closed her eyes and pressed herself into Irene. Her heart beat faster, knowing that Sandra was watching them. She wanted her desperately to come and join in.

Andrea took her desires out on Irene, clawing at her back and her ass, trying to somehow merge skins with the other woman. Their kiss deepened and her swollen lips tingled. Irene broke the kiss and licked down to Andrea's neck, just as she had done with Sandra. One of her hands went to Andrea's breast and the other wrapped around her waist to keep her close. But instead of dragging her tongue down further, she dragged it up Andrea's cheek and whispered into her ear, "we're going to make you cum so hard you won't be able to stand all day."

Irene stuck out her tongue once more and licked at Andrea's earlobe. Andrea gave a shudder and Irene took Andrea's lobe into her mouth, sucked on it and then drug her tongue up the length of it before sticking it deep into Andrea's ear. Andrea shuddered as pleasure pulsed through that whole side of her body. She could feel the wetness of Irene's tongue and the heat of her breath as it warmed the cold sheen of saliva. She shuddered again, down the other side of her body as Irene switched ears, licking up the length of the other one before sticking here tongue as far in as it would go. Andrea clung to Irene's back and cried out "Ahhhhh." She hazily saw Sandra looking on with interest before she felt lips on her own once more and she instinctually welcomed the invading tongue into her mouth and sucked it hard between her lips.

Andrea sighed in disappointment as Irene parted and spun around behind her. The Invid's breasts pressed hard against her upper back and her arms reached around to grab at her breasts. Meanwhile she felt warmth on the back of her ear and soon Irene's tongue was at it again. Andrea shifted her weight, leaned back into Irene's large breasts and pushed her butt back into Irene's crotch as if that would help put something inside her. Meanwhile Irene continued to tongue at her ear and she shivered again. Her breasts shook and she caught Sandra staring at her with hungry eyes and parted lips.

"Don't just sit there," Irene said, briefly taking a respite from Andrea's ear and pushing the brunette's breasts together as if to taunt Sandra. "Come help."

Sandra didn't need any more encourage than that. She hurried over, stumbling at first on shaky legs and then pressed herself into Andrea's front, sandwiching her between her and Irene. Andrea lifted one hand behind her head to hold Irene's hair to her ear and the other she moved to Sandra's dirty blonde locks. She took Andrea's other ear into her mouth. Andrea gasped again, shaking all over. The two other women literally had to hold her up as her knees gave way and a mini-climax shot through her. Her pussy was soaked and she bathed in the familiar after-effects of orgasm. She clung onto both women's hair, bunching it up in her fists. Sandra yelped into her ear and she realized she was pulling too hard but she was too far gone to back off. Sandra bit down on her ear and another shudder passed through her. "Ohhhhh," she moaned softly.

As the orgasm finally wore off Andrea released her grip on the women's hair. She felt Irene's breasts lightly brush against her back, slowly moving downwards. Soon after a wet tongue followed, down her spine, passed the small of her back and into her ass crack. "Ooo," Andrea gasped as Irene's tongue found her puckered rear hole and without hesitation pressed her tongue inside. Sandra soon moved down also, her smaller, more upturned breasts dragged along Andrea's stomach, abdomen and thighs as the woman's tongue followed their route, passed her belly button, through her brown muff, matted to her body with sweat and into her pussy. Andrea looked down to see Sandra's large, hungry green eyes staring up at her as her tongue pressed deep into her sex. Sandra's nose was pressed into Andrea's pubes that curled around it and moved when the blonde exhaled. Beads of sweat collected on them and occasionally rolled off onto the other woman's nose.

"Mmph," Irene grunted as she stuck her tongue as deep as she could into Andrea's ass. The stiff wet organ slid around inside her, coating her insides with saliva and rubbing harder than she would have thought possible against her rectum.

Meanwhile, Sandra's tongue found her clit and flicked at it as her lips sucked at it. She was still sensitive from the last orgasm and tried her best to hold off climax. She didn't want this to be over any sooner than it had to be. Her hands went to Sandra's hair and wound themselves tightly in the blonde curls. Her fingers pressed against the kneeling woman's scalp.

As her tongue moved down Andrea's slit and into her pussy, Sandra moved her hands up Andrea's hips and around to her butt to pull her cheeks apart, thus allowing Irene far easier access to her rear hole. Irene, slid her hands up even higher, up along her waist and then in front of her to cup her jiggling tits. Irene squeezed and Andrea jerked, shoving her crotch into Sandra's face. Irene's tongue slipped around, sloppily licking at the exterior of her hole before finding it's way back inside again.

Andrea couldn't believe it. The two people she cared about most, each had a tongue inside one of her holes.

Her pussy was getting ridiculously wet, between her own cum and Sandra's saliva. The blonde's chin and nose was completely coated in thick, transparent liquid and shining in the low light of the jungle. Her face slid around her crotch effortlessly with next to no friction at all and soon, Sandra was rubbing the whole lower half of her face up and down Andrea's slit. She stuck her tongue out to grab Andrea's labia or clit whenever possible and literally fucked her with her face, further soaking her beautiful, chin, cheeks lips and nose.

Andrea could smell her own arousal and seeing her juices spread all over Sandra like that was turning her own more than she thought possible. She felt shivers welling up in her stomach and chest but resisted. She wouldn't cum too soon. She wouldn't. Sandra's lips rubbed against Andrea's lower ones and Sandra took one into her mouth and pulled it away in her teeth. Andrea gasped again and her fingers dug harder into her hair. All the while, Irene's tongue in her ass seemed to consistently reach deeper and deeper exploring all her nethermost inner walls. Her knees began to shake again but Sandra managed to support her weight enough for her to maintain her footing.

She felt Irene's hands rub hard against her breasts, pinching the nipples and yanking on them, forcing them to become painfully erect. She felt as if she could shoot milk over half the jungle. She wished she could. She wanted something that would relieve the pressure; the ache was becoming unbearable and the ache was spreading. Soon her clit and pussy ached just as strong. She was fighting orgasm too much, she knew that but she couldn't help it. She didn't want to cum and have it be over. The ache intensified as more and more blood filled into her labia, clit and nipples. Her ass was clenched so hard Irene had to move her whole face back and forth to get her tongue in and out.

She looked down at Sandra's face again. The blonde was rubbing her cheek into Andrea's slit as her lips slid along one of her labia. Her whole face almost up to her eyes glistened with Andrea's juices but Sandra only seemed to relish in it as if it was some much needed bath. The look of her lover, eyes closed lapping happily at her sex, like a cat rubbing its scent on some piece of furniture.

Andrea couldn't take it anymore. She used her grip on Sandra's head to push her mouth hard into her pussy, smothering her in her sex. Sandra's mouth and tongue pressed into her hole and her nose rubbed against her hard clit while Irene's tongue dutifully dug at her ass. The Invid's hands pinched at her nipples one more time, harder than the last and Andrea lost control. She felt the ache turn into tingling and the tingling turn into uncontrollable convulsions. Her pussy felt on fire, her clit pulsed. "uuuunnnnnnnNNNNGHHHHHHH," Her moan rose in volume like a storm and she found she couldn't orgasm. Her eyes opened wide as all the pressure in her body built up in her pussy but for some reason wouldn't release. Had she held her orgasm back too long? What was happening? Her moan got louder "NNNNNNNGGGGGGHHHHHHH," her body shook, but still there was no release. What felt like hours passed. Finally, Sandra's nose flicked at her clit while her tongue reached deep inside her to press against the same thin membrane that Irene's tongue was on. As the two women rubbed their tongues together, separated only by her thin inner wall, Andrea knew they were making out with each other inside her body. She pressed Sandra deeper into her, forcing her tongue harder against Irene's.

She felt as if her pussy exploded. The shaking, the tingling and the ache all combined inside her and she felt a rush of liquid vacate her pussy and enter Sandra's mouth. The blonde withdrew in surprise, suddenly finding a mouth full of cum inside her. Andrea felt it all well inside her again and then release like a wave. A stream of cum forced its way outside of her pussy with surprising force and splashed into Sandra's face and neck. Again, he body froze, it felt like she couldn't cum. Her knees were weak but Irene and Sandra were helping her stay up. Sandra just looked up at her with a mouth full of thick liquid, smiling in surprise at the stream of cum that just coated her face.

"UNNNNNNGGGGHHHHH," Andrea moaned again. Irene's tongue pumped in and out of her ass once and that was all she needed. She felt weak as a wave of release pulsed through her one more time, forcing a huge squirt of cum to spray out and splash against Sandra's upturned tits and puffy pink nipples.

"Oh, gooooooooddddd," Andrea moaned as the next wave built inside her. Again it felt as if she would never cum but again Irene's tongue pumped her ass and her hands squeezed her nipples hard. Another stream of cum squirted from her pussy covering Sandra's tits and stomach even more.

"Okay, no more, no more," Andrea pleaded. Her body was shaking and when Irene complied and withdrew her tongue another small squirt landed on Sandra's thigh. Andrea would have collapsed right there all over again if it wasn't for the other two women still holding her up. Andrea looked down to see Sandra with a mouth still full of her cum leaning forward to kiss Irene open mouthed between her legs. Cum dribbled down their chins as they passed it back and forth, eagerly lapping at each other. Andrea watched hazily, as if it were all a dream.

Andrea's breasts and clit still ached as she watched them. She carefully stepped over Sandra and sunk down to a sitting position where she could rest and catch her breath. She was coated in a thin sheen of sweat and as she got a better angle on the two women she was surprised at just how coated in her cum Sandra was. When the blonde finally pulled away from Irene, leaving a thin strand of Andrea's juices to connect their lips, Irene leaned down and gave Sandra's torso a good long lick, from ribcage up between her breasts to her collarbone. "You taste even better now," Irene said. Irene turned her head to face Andrea, "did that feel good?"

"Are you kidding? I think that was the best orgasm of my life. I owe both of you huge. That was amazing."

"Don't worry," Sandra said. "I plan to collect. I've got some pretty kinky visions floating around my head right now."

Andrea was still collecting her breath. A shudder of residual pleasure passed through her. "Anything you want. Whatever you can think of, you've got it."

Sandra smiled widely. "It's going to be a fun trip to Africa. Do you know how long the boat ride is?"

Andrea shook her head. "Maybe a week or two? I don't know though, I'm just guessing."

"Well a week or two will get us started."

Irene looked at Sandra like she was the odd one out.

"Don't worry, Irene," Sandra said. "I've got some plans for you too."

Irene smiled. "Good. I really like you. I'm glad you and Andrea met."

Sandra put an arm around her happily and seemed genuinely impressed. "Thank-you, I'm glad you and I met too. Who knows, I really like you too. Maybe once we know each other better we could actually work the ever-illusive three-person relationship."

Irene perked up, "are you asking me to join you two?" She looked to Andrea for reassurance but Andrea was just as surprised at Sandra. She stared at her blonde lover open-mouthed.

"I'm saying we could try it, is all. I mean, I don't think any of us here have ever been in a long-term three-way relationship. I don't know if it'll work, but I think Andrea would certainly be in."

Andrea still stared. "Really? Your really want to try it?"

"Why not?" Sandra said. "Cause it's not a societal norm? Who cares? I mean, maybe I'm just drunk on your cum, but let's see what happens."

"Wait," Irene said. "Does that mean I can't have sex with anyone other than you two?"

Andrea and Sandra looked at each other. "I don't know," Sandra said. "This is all still kinda new. Maybe we should try it that way and then talk about it if you feel it's not working?"

Irene looked between the other two women. "Well... You are both really hot. I guess... Yeah, I guess we could try it! As long as you promise we can have lots of sex. I'm always really horny."

"Speaking of horny, you didn't get off did you?" Sandra asked.

"No, but that's okay. You two will just owe me one." She smiled mischievously and leaned over to kiss Sandra, then turned and kissed Andrea, hard on the mouth. When they parted, Sandra leaned in and took a turn. By the time the two women were done, Andrea's clit was throbbing again but she knew she didn't have the energy to give it what it wanted.

"Can we rest for a little while?" Andrea said. "I'm really beat."

"Here," Sandra balled up her ripped clothes and created a pillow for Andrea to use.

"Thanks," Andrea said laying down on her back. She clutched on to each woman's hand and they soon laid down as well, each picking one of Andrea's breasts for a pillow. Their hair entwined on her neck and Andrea realized happily that the mix of blonde hair was going to become a lot more common. She put her arms around her lovers and quickly fell asleep.

* * *

"So you're only five years old?" It was Sandra's voice that woke her up. The two women were still resting their heads on Andrea's breasts. They were holding hands over her abdomen.

"Yup," Irene said. "What about you?"

"I'm 18. I'll be 19 in a few weeks."

"Wow, you two are so old."

Sandra laughed. "If you say so. How old is Andrea?"

"I'm 20," Andrea said.

"Oh you're up," Sandra lifted her head to look at her. She kissed her gingerly on the lips. "Irene and I were just getting to know each other a bit better."

"So it's almost your birthday, huh?"

"Yup. November 29th. When's yours?"

"December 18th. I was a Christmas baby. Well almost. My brothers were always cheap and just got me one present."

Sandra smiled. "How many brothers?"

"Two. Tristen is my twin and Chris is older."

"You're a twin? That's so neat. I have two sisters. Allison is 21 and Jessica is just a year younger than me. They both live together in Texas."

"Oh, you're a southerner," Andrea joked.

"Ah certainly ahm," Sandra said in a bad fake accent. "I can't do the accent as well as Mike. We lived in a pretty mixed area. I never picked it up like my sisters did."

"Why do humans have accents?" Irene asked looking up at Andrea.

"Uh..." She looked to Sandra.

"Well Irene, when people live apart..." Sandra trailed off as there was a rustling in the jungle around them. The three women looked around to see four Coalition special-ops soldiers in jungle camouflage, come out of the trees. They stood up with their backs to each other.

"And what do we have here?" one of them said. They weren't wearing masks but had the familiar skull logo over their breast pocket. They were all men, Andrea realized.

"What's the problem?" Andrea said, trying to figure out why they were here.

"Looks like a few dykes," another said.

"Nah, dykes are all ugly fat chicks with short hair," a third chipped in.

"I don't know," the first one said again. "Look at that blonde's chest. It's all coated in cream. I don't think that's sweat."

Three of them had modular pistols on their hip and a fourth had an energy rifle pointed at them. The weapons were all Coalition make. They all had knives and light armour. "Maybe we should show 'em what a man's like."

'Do they want us to fuck them?' Irene thought to Andrea.

'I don't know.' Andrea looked at the one with the highest rank. He was a captain. "What are you doing here?"

"Seems with your quick departure, and some of the things you said in council, The emperor has a few questions he wants answered."

"So you do know us."

"Oh yeah," he said. "Well, we don't know the creamy one over there," he pointed to Sandra. "Maybe you should introduce us."

"My name's Sandra," she said cautiously.

'Sandra,' Andrea thought to her. 'You're a pretty good fighter right? How many do you think you could take?' "So ask away," Andrea said to the captain.

'If I had the same equipment, two would probably be alright. But without any armour or weapons, I don't know. What about you?'

'Two or three at full strength but I'm still really weak. And not just from the sex.' Andrea thought she saw Sandra crack a smile but the gravity of the situation quickly brought it back under control.

He put a hand on his pistol as the four closed in. They stayed safely out of arms reach. "How did you get a message from the Invid so fast? Or were you just bullshitting to play with the big boys?"

'Fuck'. Andrea thought. She couldn't exactly tell them Irene was an Invid. They'd kill her on the spot. 'Irene?' Andrea thought to her friend. 'Can you take the one with the rifle. You're way stronger than him.'

'I don't know," Irene responded in her mind. 'I'm not a very good fighter.'

'Just make sure he can't fire it at us.'

'Okay, I'll try. Just tell me when.'

"Well?" the captain was getting inpatient.

"I wasn't bullshitting." Andrea realized she had no choice. She'd have to tell them something that wouldn't be good for her. But she couldn't out Irene. "The Invid are telepathic."

"What?" He drew his pistol but kept it pointed at the ground. "Are you saying you're a freak?"

"No, I'm just saying they can communicate that way, with anyone. And it works over long distances so I was able to find out what they thought of the deal."

"The deal she calls it," one of the soldiers pitched in.

"More like a fuckin' sell out."

This isn't going well, Andrea realized. 'Sandra,' she thought. 'You may have to take two. I don't think I can take more than one.'

'I'll do whatever I have to,' Sandra thought back. 'Just say when.'

Andrea saw Sandra take a deep breath. "What's cream's problem?" One of the guards said gesturing to Sandra.

"I'm trying not to overreact to your hostile questioning," Sandra said to him.

"Hah, fuck. The dyke just told you off man," one of them joked. "I think that might have been a threat. You gonna take that?"

"Quiet boys," the captain said. "Questions first." He approached Andrea so he was standing up close, face to face. His gun still pointed at the dirt. He looked down at Andrea's body, then back up to her face. Andrea wasn't sure if he was looking at her nakedness or sizing her up as a threat.

She hadn't been in a fight since she almost died. She was nervous. More nervous than she used to be.

"You in league with them? Working for them?" he asked.

"No of course not. They respect me so they're reasonable with me."

"Maybe, maybe not."

"Come on," Andrea tried to reason with him. "I got them to agree to pay reparations. If I was in league with them why would I do that?"

"Maybe you wanted to sweeten the deal so we'd accept. Maybe they wants us to leave so they can have a reprieve to consolidate and rebuild their forces."

Andrea sighed. "They don't need to consolidate or rebuild."

"Is that so?"

"They have more forces than we ever could. That's why we have to negotiate instead of fight."

"If they have so many forces why bother to negotiate?"

Andrea was getting frustrated. "Because we're resourceful, we fight hard and we can make it a much higher expense than they'd like to pay. They just want a chance to live. This way, they can go about their lives, we can go about ours. It's a good deal."

"It's bullshit. You're a traitor and we're taking you back."

"Why did you even let me leave if you were going to come after me like this?" 'We're gonna have to do this soon,' Andrea thought to her friends.

'I need to get them closer to me,' Sandra thought.

'Do what you need to do.'

The captain continued, "let's just say not everyone on the council is aware of our orders."

Andrea laughed. "You're going behind Jack's back?"

"The General is thinking with his cock instead of his head. All he can think about is getting inside that sweet pussy of yours. He's lost perspective. Once you're out of the way, we'll get our war minister back."

"If you think he's that vain you're in for an ugly surprise."

"Shut up bitch." He spoke louder to his men. "You boys decide who you want to fuck, but let's do this by the book, one at a time. We don't want to give them any chance to get away. Me, I always wanted to fuck a general."

"You know a lot of female general's in the Coalition?" Andrea taunted, "or are you just fighting your sexuality."

He hit her in the chin with his left hand. Andrea took the blow and reeled slightly but she managed to roll with it for the most part. Her chin and cheek stung. 'Wait for my signal,' she thought to the others.

One of his officers spoke to Sandra, "who's juices do you got all over you Cream?"

No one responded right away so Sandra answered, "your mom's."

The soldier didn't like that, "my Mom died during the Invid's invasion you little whore."

"My bad. Must have been your sister. She looked so old I couldn't tell."

The soldier got mad, took out his gun and started approaching.

Andrea smiled. Sandra must have been spending some time with Aria. Aria! "You know our camp is awfully close to here. You sure you want to do this now?" Andrea threatened.

"You're friends left in a jeep an hour ago. We have another party that's going to intercept them on the road. I wouldn't expect to see any of them again."

Andrea's cocky smile turned into an intimidating glare.

"Look boys, we got her mad. Anyone ever tell you you're cute when you're angry? You'll be a better fuck." The other soldier was getting real close to Sandra. It looked as if he was about to take a swing.

'Sandra, hit the dirt,' Andrea thought to her. As quick as she was able, Andrea grabbed the captain by the wrist of his gun arm and spinning into him, lifted his weapon up and pointed it at the soldier approaching Sandra. Sandra was already going down and Andrea gripped his hand strongly and forced him to squeeze the trigger.

"Now," Andrea shouted to Irene.

A beam of energy shot out of the captain's gun at his own soldier. Sandra was already flat on the ground and the beam glanced off the soldiers armour and put a hole through the tree behind him. She cursed her bad shot but the surprise of it threw off the other man. He wasn't expecting his life to be at risk facing three naked women. Sandra used the distraction to grab him by the knee and twist him to the ground. Meanwhile Irene charged and entangled the rifleman's arms.

The captain recovered from the surprise attack quickly and swung his other elbow towards Andrea's head. She ducked it and let him go, pulling back a couple feet. Before he had time to act again though she charged him, shoulder first to try and tackle him to the ground. With her left hand she reached out to try and swat the gun out of his hand. She succeeded both. The gun fell into a pool of mud a few feet away and the captain crashed into the soft undergrowth on his back, with Andrea on top of him.

With a quick look, Andrea could see Irene still entangled with her man. Sandra had disarmed the man she had tripped and had the gun in her hand now. She was taking careful aim at the fourth soldier as he drew his weapon from its holster. The gun was unlikely to pierce his armour in one shot but his weapon would most definitely kill her in a single strike, so instead of targeting him, she shot at his weapon. She scored a direct hit and the gun spiralled from his hand destroyed. He yelped as the beam burned his hand, even through the light armoured glove. With a shot like that, Andrea wished Sandra had targeted his head. None of them were wearing helmets.

Andrea knew she couldn't neglect her own opponent though. Straddling him, she could feel her pussy rub against his cold painted armour. She lashed out, punching him in the jaw and drawing blood from the corner of his mouth. He tried to block as Andrea levelled several more shots to his head. She hit him in the nose twice, drawing blood the second time and cut him above the eye with another shot. He blocked a few and tried to kick her off but Andrea wasn't going anyway. She continued to hit him, afraid to back off. But she was getting tired. Her arms felt weak. She pulled back her right arm for another shot and it shook before she got him with a glancing blow to his cheek. She was breathing heavier. He tried to push her off again by kicking up and this time he almost succeeded.

She hit him twice more but he wasn't blocking anymore and her hits weren't causing him as much grief. Why wasn't he blocking. She knew the answer when she heard his knife coming out of its sheath on his belt. She rolled off him quickly before he could blindside her with it and got back to her feet. Her arms were shaking but she kept them in front of her anyway. He stood up himself, his face bleeding from several places, red stains dripping onto his green armour.

Andrea's breasts moved up and down as she breathed heavily anticipating an attack. She took a quick glance towards her friends. Irene was still fighting with her man. Sandra was in close combat with two of them. She had lost her gun and the other two each had a knife out. She seemed to be doing well but she wouldn't be able to keep that up forever. She was basically just parrying and dodging. She couldn't afford to take a hit to make one of her own. Andrea knew that she or Irene would have to finish with their opponents soon to help Sandra out.

The captain took advantage of Andrea's glance, charging at her with the knife. Andrea saw it at the last second and spun out of the way. He reached behind him with a slash as he turned but the attack was wild and missed her.

"You fucking bitch." The captain spat and a glob of red splattered on the jungle
floor. "You broke my nose."

"You should go before I break something else." Andrea tried to sound confident despite her fading energy. She hoped she sounded intimidating, but if she did, he didn't show it. 'Come on Irene,' Andrea encouraged. 'Try and trip him, take him down. You can do it.'

'I'm trying,' she thought back. She sounded upset.

The captain charged at Andrea again but this time with more control. Andrea found herself blocking with desperation. Her muscles refused to move fast enough to keep up with him. At one point he faked a stab with the knife, forcing Andrea to attempt to block by crossing both arms in front of her but he stopped short and instead grabbed one of her wrists with his other hand. She tried to wrench free but instead he spun her around and kneed her in the back. She fell to the ground and he quickly grabbed her wrists once more. He pulled some cuffs off his belt and cuffed her behind her back. Her shoulder and check was in the dirt, and she still had her knees under her which forced her ass high into the air.

Andrea glanced up desperately. Irene had both hands on the rifle and was pulling hard but it distracted her and the other soldier tripped her to the ground. Fortunately she broke the rifle as she fell, twisting the ammo clip as she went. "How the fuck?" the soldier said and tossed it away. "They're going to take that out of my salary." He jumped on top of her and put her in an arm bar. No matter how much strength she used all she'd be able to do was break her arm.

"Owwww," She moaned as he put pressure on her arm, forcing it nearly to the breaking point.

"Your pussy better be as hot as the rest of you."

"Look," Irene pleaded. "I'm obviously the hottest one here. You can all fuck me if you leave them alone."

Meanwhile the captain gripped Andrea by the hair and forced her head up so her back and head was parallel with the ground. "We're gonna take turns with all of you," the captain responded for his man. "Starting with you, 'general.'"

"I'm not a general," Andrea said. "Not anymore."

"That's not what was on your jacket in the tower."

Andrea's scalp hurt as he continued to hold her up. She looked over at Sandra. She was slowing down but still fighting brilliantly. One of them missed and she used it as a chance to kick at him hard. He fell backwards and for a moment she only had one to worry about, but that turned out to be a curse. The other man got up quietly behind her and hit her hard on the back of the head with the butt of his knife. Andrea winced as she slump to the ground.

"Did you see where my gun went?" the first one to attack her asked.

"No, the jungle is too thick, I can't see shit."

"Don't worry about it," the captain said. "Just cuff her before she wakes up and kicks your ass."

"Whatever," the first one said taking out cuffs and binding her behind the back. "I had her."

"Yeah," the Captain said sarcastically. "That's why it took two of you before Jonesy there finally clocked her from behind. The soldier looked sheepish.

"Seniority goes first, right boys?" The captain sheathed his knife again and Andrea heard some clinking. Was he taking off his armour? The question was answered for her as part of it hit the ground beside her. He still had her hair wrapped around his fist but she managed to turn her head enough to see that the armour was modular and he had taken everything off below the waist. His left hand was currently fumbling with the button on his pants.

Andrea saw Sandra start to stir. She looked dizzy as she slowly moved into a slumped over sitting position. She tried to rub her head but found she couldn't lift her hands up thanks to the cuffs. The back of her hair was matted with blood that was still flowing slowly. She looked around to see the situation. Irene was still in her arm-bar. The soldier seemed smart enough not to cuff her. After all if she could bend a rifle, why not handcuffs? She looked over to Andrea and saw the captain unbuttoning his pants.

The stickiness on Sandra's chest had absorbed dirt and leaves from the ground and they stuck to her as she looked over. Her hair clung to the blood on her head or the sweat on her forehead and her legs were equally smeared with dirt dug up from the armoured boots of the men she was fighting. All in all, she was a mess, more than any of them but she also looked the fiercest. She made eye contact with the captain. "Don't you fucking touch her."

"Hah, look who's awake," one of the officer that defeated her said. "You should watch your mouth Cream. Or I'm liable to stick something in it."

Sandra tried to get to her feet but the soldier put a hand on her shoulder and forced her back to her knees. The captain smiled at her and Andrea felt the tip of his dick press against her asshole. "You bastard," Sandra shouted as he shoved, inserting his dry cock passed Andrea's sphincter and into her rectum.

Andrea grimaced in pain. 'It's okay,' she thought to Sandra. 'Let's just worry about keeping us alive.'

"It's not fucking okay," Sandra shouted back despite Andrea's comment being telepathic. "We just got away from this shit. You're all dead, all four of you."

"Will you idiots shut her up? She's ruining the mood. I can't hear this whore's moans." He shoved in all the way and Andrea did moan despite herself. It was fortunate Sandra had loosened her up earlier but even so it hurt with him being so rough. He continued to hang onto her hair, using it as a handle to pull her closer to him and then push her away. Her neck stretched back towards him and her breasts jutted out in front of her as her back arched. Her tits jiggled with each thrust and Sandra made another move to get up but the soldiers had heard their captain and came down with a fierce blow to the side of her head. She hit the dirt again, but this time stayed conscious. The soldiers however, wrote her off as out of it again. Sandra looked up to meet Andrea's eyes and the look in them surprised her. She wondered if it was the only mistake the soldiers would ever get to make.

The blonde charged forward toward the captain, acting so fast the two men on her had no time to react. In only a moment, her shoulder ploughed into his chest, forcing his cock out of Andrea immediately. Her neck snapped back and she yelped as he pulled her hair while being forced away from her. Finally he had no choice but to let go and Sandra's shoulder put him into a tree. Andrea could hear his cry of pain. She turned to help but she was still slow and awkward without the use of her hands. She saw him pull his knife out again. "Knife," she shouted in warning.

Sandra saw it at the last instant and tried to slip away from him but he was too fast. His blade caught her in the shoulder just above her breast, piercing so deep Andrea saw a tip of silver glistening through her back. It was in to the hilt, right through her. "Ahhhh," Sandra cried out and fell back, rolling down a small hill back towards Andrea and the other two soldiers. Andrea's stomach sunk and she thought of Kitty. If anything happened to Sandra she didn't know what she would do.

But when Andrea took a closer look she realized that Sandra was on elbows and knees. During the fall she had managed to tuck her knees in and get her hands out front. She still looked slow though. She was hunched over and breathing hard and unprepared as the captain approached. He was still wearing no clothing from the waist down, and when he got near, Andrea lashed out with her foot and caught him in his knee sending him to the ground. She still wasn't in much condition to fight. She hoped she could buy Sandra a little bit of time but the other two soldiers were already on their way over.

Andrea got to her feet, preparing to plough a shoulder into the captain once he got up again but when she charged he was ready for her and easily swung her around and into a tree. Her shoulder popped and throbbed. "Ahh," she yelped. She saw Sandra with both hands around the knife handle. Her eyes were closed and she was still breathing heavy, as if trying to focus. As Andrea shakily rolled to a sit, the other two guards arrived, Sandra pulled the knife from her shoulder with an agonizing cry. At the same time she stood and swung around behind her with both hands. She caught the captain in the throat, opening his jugular and sending him down to the ground for a final time.

The two soldiers were stunned but their training was quickly coming back. The third one handling Irene didn't know what to do. "Should I break her arm and come help?"

"Just keep her there," one of them said as they circled around opposite sides of Sandra. They were ignoring Andrea and she took the opportunity to do the same move as Sandra, tucking her knees into her chest and pulling her arms underneath to her front. She began to approach one of them from behind. He bare feet made no noise on the soft wet ground and by the time the soldier watching Irene called out a warning, Andrea had lifted her hands over the soldiers head and was using the chain on her cuffs to choke him. The man dropped his knife as his hands went to his throat to try and pull the chain away from him. He gasped hoarsely and again, Andrea had bought Sandra a few moments to do what needed to be done.

Sandra turned to face her loan attacker directly. Her left shoulder was dripping blood that streamed down the outside curve of her breast and along her hip. With her hands bound she was still forced to hold the knife two-handed but instead of holding it upwards like a sword she flipped it around so it faced down towards her wrists. The other soldier lunged and Sandra blocked, cringing as the shock of the blow sent ripples through her arms and into her shoulder wound.

The man came at her again and this time she spun to avoid him, levelling a slice across his midsection but it only sparked off his armour and left a gash in the black paint. He tried to spin himself to score a hit on her but he wasn't fast enough and he missed. The two opponents parted briefly and eyed each other, waiting to see who would make the next move. He looked at Andrea out of the corner of his eye. "If you don't let him go, Harold will break the blonde's arm and run her right through with that knife of his.

Andrea looked between the two soldiers. The one holding Irene, Harold, did have Irene in a vulnerable position. But Irene was fast. Even with a broken arm she might be able to get away before he could draw his knife. And if Andrea kept choking her own opponent he would be dead in less than a minute. But he was already hazy and rubber legged. If she let him go he probably wouldn't be a major factor in the fight and it would give Irene a better chance.

Andrea pulled her cuffed hands away and gave her opponent a kick forward. He was wobbly and luckily tripped over a rock, sending him sideways directly towards the one Sandra was fighting. Both men crashed to the ground in a heap of armour and limbs. Sandra collapsed on them, knife first, and dug it into her opponents chest plate as hard as she was able. It drug along the protective plate until it wedged in a seam between the chest and back sections. "Unh," She grunted as she shoved it once more, through the protective tunic they wore under the metal and into the man's lung. The man screamed and Sandra jammed it in further until the scream faded to a mouth full of sputtering blood.

Meanwhile, the one Andrea had been choking attempted to regain his footing but only tripped over his comrade's arm and fell to the ground once again. Sandra pulled the knife out and walked toward him with obvious intent. "No, no. My family's rich, I could give you-" she cut through his throat as she had the first. She stood up straight and turned to the last man, still holding Irene's arm.

Andrea crawled over to the fallen captain and used his key to undo the cuffs. She then threw the keys to Sandra. The blonde caught them with a grimace as her shoulder was forced to move. All the while, she refused to take her eyes off the last man. Her eyes bore into his and Andrea thought she saw him shaking. "If.... If you... If you come any closer I'll... break her arm. I'll do it."

He shifted his grip as if to prove that he was serious. "You do realize that in a few weeks, her arm will be fine and you'll still be dead?"

His shaking increased and he released her. Irene scrambled away and made her way over to Andrea, rubbing her arm as she went. The soldier stood, with his arms out to the side and palms forward. "Look, I can be reasonable. Just uh... Just let me go back and I'll tell them anything you want. That we couldn't find you, that the others were attacked by animals. There's jaguars around, they could believe that."

"You think the Coalition will believe that three armoured troops were eaten by jaguars?" Sandra laughed and knelt down to wipe the knife clean on one of the soldiers tunics.

"L... Look, I'll say whatever you want. I could deliver a message."

"Oh, you're going to deliver a message," Sandra said, the fierce look in her eyes returning. She switched the knife to her uninjured arm and held it by the blade. With a lightning quick motion, she pulled her arm back and threw the knife at him. The blade spun through the air and pierced his skull with a quiet thunk. He fell.

Sandra moved over to Andrea. "You okay?"

"Me? What about this?" Andrea lifted a finger to Sandra's gaping wound.

"It's nothing."

"Don't get all macho on me now. That's my job. And yeah, I'm okay. What about you Irene?"

Her lips moved to a pout. "My shoulder hurts." She looked at Sandra, "but not as much as yours probably."

Andrea picked up Sandra's ripped shirt from the jungle floor and used it as a bandage, wrapping her wound tightly. "We should go back to the carrier. They'll be a first aid kit there. You'll probably need some stitches and some disinfectant."

Sandra nodded. "There could be more of them too. Better to get somewhere safer. Andrea and Irene quickly dressed but Sandra's clothes were useless anyway so she walked back naked. Andrea put an arm around her lovers waist as they walked, mostly for her own support rather than Sandra's. She was still really beat. But she was getting better. Maybe another month and she'd be 100%. Irene hung off Sandra's arm on her other side.

"You're real good with a knife," Andrea said.

"Yeah, well I've had a lot of practice, and I had some pretty good motivation."

Andrea smiled. "Thank-you. For putting yourself at such a big risk."

Sandra looked at her lovingly. "I'd do it again in a second."

* * *

Andrea had finished bandaging Sandra up properly in the carrier when she heard a jeep approaching. She went to the window and looked outside to see it was Coalition make. All black with a painted skull on the hood. "Shit. Coalition."

"There's a turret on top," Sandra said. "I'll cover it." She began moving back but Andrea stopped her.

"Wait. They're not wearing uniforms." As the jeep got closer it became apparent that the jeep wasn't filled with the Coalition at all. Aria, Thunder, Stacy and Mike filled the seats. "It's the others," Andrea said excitedly. She hadn't been able to reach them on the radio when she got back to the carrier and had feared for the worst. Andrea quickly excited the vehicle and approached her friends. "Is everyone okay?"

"Fuckin' cowards ambushed us," Aria spat and climbed out over the door. "Got what was comin' to 'em though. Think one of 'em's still screamin'."

Andrea embraced her as best as she was able through the knives on her armour. "They ambushed us too. Four special ops guys when we were unarmed. We got them though."

"Hah, good job."

"Actually I shouldn't say we. Sandra killed all four with a knife. I'm still not in fighting shape."

"Fuck, I knew I liked her." Aria shouted to the carrier. "Sandra you bitch, get out here!"

Sandra came out, a bandage around her shoulder showed through Andrea's tank top that she had put on. Aria was all smiles, "They tagged you, huh? How bad is it?"

"Went right through and out the other side. Andrea said she could see the point sticking out through my back. Missed my lung though and I think it missed most of the muscle. Pulled it out and tagged all four of 'em a lot worse with the same blade.

"Hah, fan-fuckin-tastic."

"What about you? How'd you end up with their jeep?"

Aria spat again. "First shot they caught us with a fuckin' missile. Took out the whole back axel and sent Mike flying but he's tougher than he looks. Anyway, once I got the others to some cover I just went through 'em one by one. You know, all stealthy and shit. Had the last few shaking in their boots wondering which direction I was gonna come at them from." She laughed, "It was classic. I think the last one actually shit himself when I told him to turn around. Either that or I stabbed him in the intestine. Either way he smelled pretty ripe. Should give Thunder some credit too. He took out three of the bastards."

"Sounds like we should get the hell out of here before they send half the army after us," Sandra said.

"Fuck, they'll think twice when they see the present I left for them on the road."

"Even so," Andrea said. "Best not to take the risk. Let's just head east, get to the coast and set sail."

"Sail?" Aria asked.

"Come on," Andrea opened the door to the carrier, "I'll explain on the way."

* * *

It was four days before they reached the coast but there was no further sign of the Coalition. Andrea hoped they had gotten the hint. It was another day before they found a boat and a crew willing to take them. The crew had offered to do it for a very reasonable price after Andrea had put Aria in charge of the negotiations. Selling the carrier had been more than enough to cover the trip.

Andrea found herself supervising the crew loading the ship. After some encouragement from Aria they had insisted on bringing all of her friends' gear on board and had while two of them tied down her cyclone on the deck, another one came back for her bag. "That's okay, I've got it," Andrea said hoisting it on her shoulder. She got on board carefully and looked back at the land only a few feet away.

As she stared vacantly at the small port town and the jungle behind it, she jumped when she felt a touch at her waist. She turned to see Sandra smiling at her. One of her hands slipped around her hip. It felt right there. "It's weird isn't it?" Sandra mused.

"We're probably never going to set foot over there again. I can't help but wonder if we're doing the right thing. I've spent so much time and energy trying to make this place safe for people and I can't help but wonder why? I feel like I'm giving up, telling everyone to leave their home."

"They're not leaving their home."

"How do you figure?" Andrea turned to look at her.

"Earth is our home. Not some house, or some piece of land in the America's. We're just switching neighbourhoods."

Andrea smiled. "I guess you're right."

"You want me to leave you alone?"

Andrea looked her up and down. "What I really want is to break in our new quarters."

Sandra smiled and gripped her waist tighter. "Well let's go then!"

The two women barely made it to the ships hall before they began making out and stripping each other. Andrea pulled Sandra's shirt up above her head and shoved her into their cabin. Sandra on the other hand, turned and pushed Andrea up against the wall and knocked her bag to the floor. It burst open and some of the contents spilled out over the floor. One item, rattled as it came to a stop at Sandra's feet. As Andrea began shrugging off her black invid suit Sandra picked it up.

"Time for a change?" she said, holding up the broken watch.

Andrea groaned. "Don't try any more puns. I'll stop having sex with you."

Sandra smiled. "I've never seen you wear it. It's nice. A little boy-ish, but nice."

"It's broken."

"I see that. Why don't you throw it out?"

"It belonged to Chris. He said..." Andrea hesitated, already topless, the slick black material hung down from her hips. "Never mind, it's dumb." Andrea leaned forward to kiss Sandra again but she backed away.

"Come on, what'd he say?"

"He said that it stopped working the day the Masters attacked. And he figured maybe it was just waiting for a better time to start again."

"I think it's sweet that you kept it."

"Nah, I keep it more cause it belonged to him than anything. It's just a broken watch." Andrea took it from Sandra and dropped it to her side. It clacked to the ground and the shock lightly cracked the glass on the faceplate. Andrea didn't notice. She got a wicked look in her eye and tackled her lover to the bed. And barely audible, underneath the moans of the two women as they made love, was the soft tick tick tick of the second hand.

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