tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13438748735787569902024-02-19T05:36:44.359+00:00JessicaQ's Sci-FiJessica's Adult Science Fiction stories and images. <br> Inspired by Spacebabes' (pixelator's) art, this is a divergent universe representation.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger16125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1343874873578756990.post-74956827345443808642012-03-12T22:05:00.002+00:002012-03-12T22:06:41.096+00:00Oh Hold AgainI'm sorry everyone<br />
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Once again there are things happening in my life which mean i'm not going to be working on this<br />
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I'm sorry<br />
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Wishing everyone absolutely All the Best<br />
JessUnknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1343874873578756990.post-45731888459280873092012-02-22T23:33:00.003+00:002012-02-23T00:50:23.893+00:00KITE: Chapter Three (Part 2)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3F1blfU1NjmJZLiYslwZ3GO50lgQZ2DacJR3OGQcisTA55cIb-Sn0myrCVWIdg27AfDQEwCfBUAgu4sHAMlBbHX5-Bb63mMKsz_9XVwAB2BB2415EQrsk8GWsPDWwSq7dV9WfHD5s5TE/s1600/bath1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidLDnvT3c2AKOmLHg2kXFvH01sqCwBNXfjuF_j67QGVGcWEsdaUXpTrVIWhOt8BOc9iKiQCTLpgbh30OEsLx9eJl008b2vli-8A-TJFQlP5yRzb76rBR766JsIK4pHdUWTB-ee6KBHbYg/s1600/dragon2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidLDnvT3c2AKOmLHg2kXFvH01sqCwBNXfjuF_j67QGVGcWEsdaUXpTrVIWhOt8BOc9iKiQCTLpgbh30OEsLx9eJl008b2vli-8A-TJFQlP5yRzb76rBR766JsIK4pHdUWTB-ee6KBHbYg/s400/dragon2.jpg" width="242" /></a></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">(Pictures near the end - Still working on earlier pictures - will add them when ready) </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Section Leader Christina Rand’s sleep too was uneasy, she turned and could not rest, “It’s always the same in hyperspace” she said to herself, “they say it gives you night terrors”, but she knew it was not hyperspace. She turned on her side again, the pale orange glow of the security lighting leaving too many dark corners, dark corners for dark memories, and things she wished she didn’t know.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Her squad, her girls, probably resting, she hoped so, she curled up into a ball. “It’s just hyperspace” she said again. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">No good, she stretched out again, they’re needed here for something, it’s no good if she can’t rest, be at least alert for whatever is out there, she sat up, too many dark corners, in the room, in her mind, maybe the VR suites could help her... distract her, she pulled her robe on and opened the door, stepping out into the darkened corridor, lights low for artificial night.. heading towards the VR suites.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">It was tough being a section leader. The other girls in the squad could find their ways of releasing the tension or finding comfort – Christina had already seen Dayna starting to make moves on young Miyuki, and Maeve was almost certain to be out to get thoroughly fucked by some grunts – but neither option was open to Christina. As a leader, she needed to keep her distance. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">The VR suits looked in many ways like heavier and clumsier versions of the combat suits the grunts used under their battle armour, covering the entire body and fitted with sensors, motorized joints and interfaces that plugged directly into the troopers skin and nervous system. The sensations they sent into the nerves and directly into the brain were almost indistinguishable from the real thing. They were, of course, supposed to be used for training and practices, but recreational use of them was extremely common, to the point where it was an open secret. There wasn't a squad in the Corps that didn't have access to technically irregular programs. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">There were several VR suits in the suite, heavy cabling tracing back from them to the central core – they could be connected to each other in order for people to interact in the virtual reality. The core itself was very sophisticated, as close to a real AI as the laws allowed. While it was possible to run pre-defined programs on it, it was often more interesting to let the system adapt itself to one's subconscious wishes by reading brain-patterns and bodily reactions. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Christina dropped her robe, no other users in the suite tonight and pulled on the VR suit, holding her tight, tighter than her uniform, the sensors pressing against her, electrodes nipping into her skin. She turned her attention to the control panel, flipping through the illicit programmes, looking for something... to feel... innocent again.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">She paused, selecting the programme and turned towards the VR bed, then turning back she increased the gain on the brain pattern reader controls, she paused, leaning heavily on the controls, yes, to be innocent, she turned down the safety controls – usually left up except in case of – more severe training. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">She lay back on the bed, pressing the start controls, feeling the suit press to her. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">When safeties have been disabled, the program will not stop until it has run its course or is terminated from the outside, and the normal thresholds on pain input are disabled. It becomes impossible to terminate the simulation from within. Christina had used these settings on other girls before, in training, as punishment, or even for the … interrogation.. of enemies, but never on herself. She knew though enough to cover her tracks – this kind of thing would look bad on a psych evaluation. It's only too easy to imagine a military psychologist nodding and asking her if she wanted to punish herself... </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Christina lay back, as the programme commenced, a sharp prickling sensation as the suit began to connect and then a bright light as it fired signals into her nerves and brain, before subsiding to a murky glow.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">***</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">She looks down at herself, young again, just a teenager, her hands soft, softer than they ever really could have been, she’s wearing a white gown, medieval in design, pure, she looks up, the chamber is huge, long, high vaulted, with columns, stark but beautiful.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">But there is the rumbling and the dull glow in the distance, she starts to move but her ankle is bound, oh yes, the rescue fantasy. “Where is my knight to rescue me” she laughs inwardly to herself but it feels cold. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">She looks beautiful – a mix of her own younger appearance, and what could have been achieved if she had been put through the most intensive genetic beauty-treatments. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">And yet…</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">The chamber seems more ominous than romantic in some ways. And then a gust of wind brings an unpleasant smell to her nostrils – the smell of damp and rotting flesh. There's the sound of heavy wings outside, and then she can hear the grinding as a truly enormous door starts to open. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">The smell, why such a smell, surely this was meant to be a romantic fantasy?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">She looks toward the sound of the door.. light creeps in around the edges, the glow increasing, and the sound of something heavy dragging across stone, a clash and a drag, clash, drag sound, something large and terrible. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Then the enormous doors are flung open with almost impossible force, and she can see the dragon. But this is neither a romantic dragon, one that could be won over by a gentle heart until it allowed her to ride its back, nor a fairy-tale dragon to merely imprison the young maidens brought to it. This thing is a stinking, decomposing undead monstrosity. Its wings are in tatters, the pale scales on its body broken with many wounds, all seeping pus and corruption. It's ungainly, terrifying, and foul… disgusting beyond belief. It leaves a stinking trail of corruption behind it as it approaches her, leering. Parts of its skull can be seen. But its eyes are the worst, full of evil and dark lusts. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Christina recoils in disgust, this wasn’t what she wanted… or was it? The machine is responding to her brain waves, why is she thinking this?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">The beast crawls closer on its two forelegs, claws clashing with the stone floor as it drags its long carcass behind, the breath is rancid filling up the whole room before it even gets close, she wonders what in her head can cause such decay and corruption but she knows, deep down. She knows.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">She knows what she’s seen.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">And what she’s done.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Closer, the eyes.. those ghastly evil and lust filled eyes, that somehow, still look... human.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">She pulls at the chain at her ankle again, wondering at what point this fantasy can become romantic. Its breath hot on her now, it begins to rise up, its pale belly exposed before her, dripping in its corruption and filth, wrinkled, pale, seeping from festering wounds, suddenly its wings beat and it rises further on the gust of foul air, towering above her, as it reaches out with a single claw, as big as her arm and razor sharp, but slick with foulness, and with a single slash it rips her dress open. Maybe it tries to say something, but is unable to due to the state of its body, and only a grotesque gurgling sound comes out, and rotten fluids drip onto the floor. But one part of the beast seems functional – as it inspects her exposed nudity, it's enormous, rotten phallus starts to rise... </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">It is red, a livid red, rising out of the pale blue white folds, huge and boil ridden, and seeping yellow from the head in thick lumpy globs.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">She wants to scream.,. she should as part of the fantasy, but the Corps trains you, not to scream, not to make a sound no matter what – but this is not right – not what she was looking for. She knows she’s on the VR bed, tries to move, but the reality of this is as strong – it twitches before her face, more yellow oozing out and she feels her stomach turn.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“It’s not real”, she says to herself. .</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">But it feels real, in some ways more intense than her real life. The monster wants her, but it's size… it’s so close she could touch it, and the smell, the smell is enough to cause retching. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">She looks up at the beasts face – high above her but full of lust and hate and evil – but with its human eyes - full of the rottenness of what has been done. She fears its intentions unless it can be sated.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">She begins to stroke it, her hand running through the oozing yellow filth, the eyes, not only human, look familiar, she feels herself wanting to retch, she feels the ground begin to tremble, the stones on the floor shifting cracking. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">For the moment, it doesn't force her beyond that. It wants more than her hands though, she can feel it. She continues to stroke, her hands rubbing over the rough flesh, occasionally bursting a boil or opening a sore, dark blood, black with foulness leaks onto her hands, a steady rumble builds with it as the rumble continues around her, earth pushing up between the stone slabs of the floor.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">She strokes faster, but knows it is not enough as the stone slabs around her slide away on the loose earth, disgorging small bodies in barely any better state than the dragon, it leans toward her a little, its eyes water, but filled with malice.. is that hair on its head?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">What was it the girl had said so many years ago? “Old men - covered in blood.. never touched them.. but they’re drowning in it” the filth runs down her arms</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">The monstrosity makes a growling sound, although it's halfway a bubbling noise as it drools filth. The thing is growing impatient with her, more fluids start to seep from the hole. She is soiled to the elbows in the horrific fluids the undead thing seeps out, and the nausea is worse than anything she's experienced on any battlefield. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Around her the bodies start to move, she looks around at them, reaching to her out of the darkness, small hands, children’s hands. They speak, frail thin voices. “You can bury the truth, but secrets can’t be kept forever.”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Old men, covered in blood – never touches them but <b>you’re</b> drowning in it for them:”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">The dragon’s face leans closer, grey hair flops from the side of its head, a thin combover, it would be funny were it not so foul. Its foul lips quiver. ”You know what you did for us – you know what you’ll do for us again.”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Hands reaching out towards her, small hands, pale, small figures, with swollen bellies,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Our secrets are yours - Swallow the truth”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">The small hands grasp her. They all seem to think she's so filthy she should be happy to despoil herself further by pleasuring the gross, rotting phallus. The fluids pour over her arms, black and yellow. Small hands are reaching for her, faces, familiar faces, the bodies, some torn, some blasted, a face she knew well, half gone, eyes blank, but belly swollen, she knew too well the uses PK Corps were put to when unfit for active duty.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">She remembers her, Teresa, wounded, her brain, damaged, only half aware.. sent to the breeder units, impregnated over and over, and Bethany, her arm and leg amputated, sent there too, her other limbs removed, held in the units clasped tight. She wasn’t meant to see these things.. but she had.. she knew when she declared them unfit for service.. where they went, she still sent them there – still does... still does her duty.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Small hands clawing at her back, pushing her towards it, her lips towards it – towards the truth of what they were – and what she is. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">But then, suddenly, there's a sound and a flash of metal, and the hands that grasped her falls away, cut off by the wrists. When she looks up, she can see a warrior in a suit of armour, medieval? Or corps? It seems to shift before her eyes.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">A man… very tall, clearly very muscular - cuts into the dead bodies, and then starts to hack into the dragon. The blows scatter filth and rotten meat all over, soiling both him and her, but at least he is protected by his armour. He rains down blows on the dragon, cutting it up, destroying it, but also lays waste to all the dead people around her. The simulation becomes a swirling nightmare of violence and filth. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">But then, he seems to have been victorious, and he lifts up her soiled, naked body is his mail-clad arms. “Princess?” he asks her. “Were you hurt?” </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Christina looks up at him in shock, the filth all upon her, she can’t answer, knowing that she would have drunk the filth down... was going to... has already… her whole life. Knowing where she sent Teresa and Bethany... knowing where Jessica and Maia and Maeve and all the rest will go - if necessary. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">She feels unclean, knows she’s unclean, the filth is still on her, she tries to wipe it off, still looking at him... how can he bear to hold her? She can’t get clean.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">It’s not hyperspace in her mind, she knows that... the program also knows it in its cold electronic way… so many secrets.. so many sins.. so much shame – and she’s taking her section into hell tomorrow.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">She looks up, but she can’t speak, it’s almost as if she’d swallowed the filth already </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“My lady?” the knight asks again, his voice kindly, and she feels as though she should recognize it. He touches her face lightly with his gauntlet. “You have been through a terrible ordeal. Are you hurt?” Even as he asks, he carries her from the despoiled hall, out into the fresh air outside. Christina knows she is still dripping with filth, though, and it seems almost worse here outside, where the rest of nature isn't as soiled as she is. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Can such secrets stand the light of day?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">The filth is still on her, she tries to speak again, but remains silent, always silent , she shakes her head and begins to weep. “No”, she thinks, “i never get hurt.”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">It won’t come off.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Shhh...” he tells her, cradling her as though she weighed little more than a feather. Then he opens his visor, and she can see his face. Not the young man she might have expected from a romance VR, but older. Handsome, seeming strong and caring. A face she has never seen in real life, but recognizes from a picture her mother had. He's an idealized version of the father she never met, the marine who impregnated her mother. Did he ever even learn of her existence? Could he be her real father even in this simulation? Does it matter?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">She reaches up to touch his face... what would he think if she knew what she had become?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Is he even alive – or dead and defiled on some alien planet, like the poor bastards on this ship are likely to be in just a few days’ time (Corps don’t get sent unless there’s something to fear).</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Would he approve she followed him to the forces – would he approve she volunteered for the Corps, would he approve of the training she received... or that she carried out on others?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Did he understand the sacrifices that had to be made for the welfare of humanity?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">She stopped herself short – is it possible to defend humanity by becoming inhuman?”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">She touches his face – smearing it with the filth – oh god what would the psyche profilers make of this if they had been watching?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">As though by dream logic, reality twists, and she finds herself in her savior’s castle. She's bathing in a large sunken pool of hot water, tended to by young bathing girls. It takes a moment before she realizes that she knows them already, the girls of Jessica’s squad. They seem so innocent at first, but then they step in and start to clean her, and they get soiled first by the filth she's shed in the water, and then further as they start to clean her. One girl – Jessica, she realizes – even kisses at the filth, dutifully cleaning Christine's soiled skin with her mouth... even swallowing the horrid fluids.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Christina winces, self-aware enough to understand, she had it easy compared to the troopers... Corps Volunteer, officer training, the rape and abuse was nothing compared to what her squad endured. Jessica sold into the corps by parents who couldn’t repay the Government settler loans on some godforsaken rock on the rim, Maia, born into the Corps, in the breeder units, never seeing her mother, fed by tubes from invalided corps troopers milked by machine.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">She tried to protect them – she really believed that – but duty requires one to do...</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">This is not the fantasy... the escape that she wanted... she starts to press at the controls of the VR bed... calls out the safeword – but there was no response. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">She can see the wordless look in Jessica's eyes as the girl offers to use her mouth... to lick the filth from her. She seems almost eager to devour Christina's filth, to become more like her. She can see Dayna and Maia lead away Miyuki and Catherine respectively, strong arms around the younger smaller girls.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"> She should protect them... but humanity must be protected, and she knows that Jessica... well Jessica will do what needs to be done always. With other beginnings, Jessica might have been officer material. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Dayna? a little crazy, but she’ll probably be squad leader after Jessica... if she lives that long. Maia? who knows what, if anything, goes on in that head? Born and bred – corps is all she’s known... all she’ll ever know, she wonders if there’s even a person in there at all.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Christina feels the suit press at her, as if it were Jessica – she knows Jessica will never make full officer ranks, not with her beginnings, she feels shame at everything Jessica has endured, has yet to endure, and that she does so willingly. That all her girls endure. The filth is still there, however much Jessica swallows, it won’t go away. Even here, in this peaceful place.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">What has she done to deserve peace?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Damn IT” she says finally “I’ve fought for it.. and I’ve .. I’ve sacrificed for it!” Briefly she wonders what her girls are doing, if they’re able to rest – there’s at least a little time before they return to hell. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">The rottenness seems to keep seeping from her, despite Jessica's best efforts, until finally the girl emerges over the surface again, her mouth and belly full of rot. She looks like she has trouble choking it down. “My lady princess, would you like a robe? My Master will soon be here to see how you are doing...”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Oh.. yes” she wants to say “Jessica” but she can’t quite bring herself to do it. She feels as if the filth is oozing out of her still – not off of her but from the insides too, running down her legs, down her chin when she speaks, she looks at Jessica, coated in the filth, swollen, choking, and swollen, not with corps progeny like in the chamber but… the filth of secrets she’s protecting and doesn’t even understand </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Christina pulls her robe around her, ushering Jessica away, the girl obeys without hesitation. “Why am i thinking this?” She opens her mouth to thank him, but no words come out “he doesn’t know who i am.. or that i even exist” </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">He reaches out to touch her cheek, stroking it with a strong finger. He towers above her, and his body is rock-hard and heavily muscled. “My lady, are you still in shock from what that beast did to you?” he asks her, looking down into his eyes. He is – at the same time – both the father she never had when she was growing up, and a powerful, handsome man who must surely think her a lovely sight. And she owes him everything for being saved from the dragon, doesn't she? </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">She finds herself leaning against his hand – tears form in her eyes – missing his strength even though she never knew it - she finds herself utterly torn - concerned at the wrongness of the situation, yet knowing also its unreality.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Again she asks herself why she’s thinking such thoughts as she leans against his hand still. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">The program terminated, she did not know how, dazed and confused Christina tumbled from the VR bed, removed the suit, pulled on her gown and returned to her sleepless bed.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">“Hell is coming. And there is no one to rescue us.” </span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1343874873578756990.post-13930701399075903062012-02-15T19:12:00.001+00:002012-02-15T21:50:12.245+00:00KITE: Chapter Four Test ImageHello Everyone<br />
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I'm so sorry to have been quiet so long so many things on my mind.<br />
Not feeling so good today. <br />
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I worked on a test image for chapter four some time ago though, I hope you like it.<br />
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All the Best<br />
JessUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1343874873578756990.post-86814747310477221882012-01-29T23:19:00.000+00:002012-01-29T23:19:33.888+00:00Progress is Being MadeHi Everyone<br />
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Just wanted to let you know that the second half of Chapter 3 is written, and i'm starting work on the images for it.<br />
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I need to say particular thanks to Avuk and Imbrium who have been helping me through a difficult time and also helping me with a section of Kite having a somewhat different style to the preceding sections.<br />
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Also thank you to SB, KN and fullytank for your friendship, thank you for helping me soo much. <br />
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All the Best<br />
JessicaUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1343874873578756990.post-69246841346821900592011-12-17T23:35:00.000+00:002011-12-18T00:15:12.006+00:00Happy Holidays and Thank YouThe pain of the last few weeks has reduced somewhat and I would therefore very much like to thank those of you who wished me well.<br />
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I'm thinking again of resuming KITE after the holidays.<br />
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So I would very, very much like to wish everyone Happy Holidays.<br />
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Here also are two more images, the first a group shot of the whole KITE squad at present, the second another combat image i did for a wonderful friend, though not part of the KITE storyline.<br />
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All the very Best<br />
JessicaUnknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1343874873578756990.post-18752828503941786162011-11-16T14:40:00.000+00:002011-11-16T14:40:34.994+00:00KITE: On HoldHello everyone<br />
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I'm sorry, I'm putting Kite on hold for a while.<br />
My life has thrown some things at me that i need to deal with and Kite doesn't really fit in there at the moment.<br />
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Please be well.<br />
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Peace<br />
JessUnknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1343874873578756990.post-21915571735727689512011-10-22T19:38:00.077+01:002011-12-20T09:28:31.076+00:00KITE: Chapter Three (Part 1)<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKeTWvs21s99qsgY8n9HRem30TukrL6JGiT2OKS13NG5LC7mG-I_99f1KIfyQBW59hfmUmBSYEzu5RmSS0rzsCUYnh8nc7TflQi77UyW9qfH4o6CQ4aVlDjx-4z1UhT1qREEiaGhZ_B14/s1600/sh1s_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a></div><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 16pt;">Chapter Three</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 16pt;">The Last Night</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">On the last night, Maeve and Jessica left them alone again.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">Each knew as none slept, for they knew it was the last night before the descent. For a while they lay awake, sleepless, waiting, alone. Miyuki heard Alison leave her bunk and enter Faizah’s, heard their soft sounds, gentle breathing and she knew she wanted to live.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">Dayna heard these sounds too and saw the shapes in the dark as Catherine silently entered Maia’s bed, saw Maia’s face turn toward the scant piece of flesh trying to join her, saw them pause, then the covers lift, an arm go around Catherine, pushed away wordlessly as she slid down between Maia’s legs.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">The injustice made her very angry.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">“Toy!” she shouted, enjoying the silence as the others paused. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">“Toy! Pleasure me!”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">***</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">She looked out into the red again and this time she found herself hoping he would come again, waiting for the calm, rich voice.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">She knew his sounds this time, and though he approached as quietly as before she knew he was there before she felt his fingers on the small of her back. She tensed all the same, her skin rising in goosebumps, her eyes closing. His strong hand teasing her hair aside to uncover her neck he kissed her just below the ear.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">“Am I such a fool?” she asked herself, but who knew what tomorrow would bring? It was difficult for Corps to touch or be touched, but difficult also to be alone, and who knew how much more time there was?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">She let him turn her towards him, if tomorrow were to be the last day?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">He kissed her again, she put her hands against his chest, pushed, but this time there was no strength, no will to resist. This time s</span><span style="font-size: large;">he kissed him back, her lips moving gently on his, pulling at his lower lip, enjoying his taste, oen hand moving behind him, the other to touch his face. </span><br />
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">He began to peel off her thin uniform, seeming to know his way around the bodysuit, peeling it open to expose her breasts and her taut belly, stroking one hand down her flank as he kissed her cheek, her neck, working his way down.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">She yielded, a light sigh escaping her lips, as he kissed her neck. She briefly thought how unwise were their actions, but it had been a long time since she had known tenderness, felt like forever, as his kisses passed lower she briefly rested her head on his, her hands slipping down his combat suit, stroking his shoulders, his back..</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">He cupped and kissed her breasts, taking her nipples in his mouth in turn, biting gently and then flicking with his tongue, feeling them grow firmer, and then slowly working his way down across her taut stomach, exploring the defined muscles. He pulled her uniform down further, exposing her sex, and stroked a finger across her mound and lips. She sighed again as his finger touched her warm softness, discovering that after all, she wanted this, biting her lower lip, resisting an urge to move her hips, to brush herself more firmly against his finger.</span><br />
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">He began to kiss and lick her, his finger stroking her lips gently, each side and then parting them. She’d known men who would never kiss the sex of PK... and it was not as if all the rumours about what the girls endured at the academy, and later, were false. He pressed in a little deeper with his fingertip as his lips closed over her hood and then pulled gently. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">She let out a long light moan and trembled a little, it had been a long time since something felt good, her fingers stroked his ears, his hair, gently pulling him to her, she felt warm. “He knows what he’s doing”, she felt herself being brought along, moistening on this tongue as he slipped a finger inside her.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">He was starting to grow more eager, a little rougher as he pressed a second strong finger into her, slowly pushing both in deeper... testing her? All the while, nibbling at her hood, as well… as well as any man she'd ever known, his tongue now lifting the hood, finding her bud, teasingly gentle, swirling around, flicking and swirling again.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">She pulled him to her more firmly, pressing herself to his lips and tongue. In the Corps, they take a lot from you, they can make it hard ... to experience pleasure, but his tongue on her was good, so pleasurable, as his fingers explored inside her, she felt dampness on her thighs, was it hers or from his mouth? It didn’t matter.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Time passed – beyond their awareness, drifting, swirling even as his tongue moved around her bud, eventually he stood up, running his strong hands – oh strong! - up her sides, and then he kissed her again, rougher than before, and she could taste herself on his lips. He guided her hands to the crotch of his combat suit, where she could feel his excitement too. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">She licked her lips, enjoyed her taste on him, she stroked him and smiled, words sprang to mind but she suppressed them this wasn’t the time to be PK, she stroked his shape, and reached inside, her slender fingers touching his manhood very lightly. He grunted, desperately hungry for more, but he managed to contain himself, to let her continue at her pace. She felt his hot breath on her skin. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">She stroked his flesh, the size was good, and he was smooth, she pulled apart his fatigues so that she could see. “He’s clean this one”, she stroked more and then fell to her knees, leaning forward to kiss the tip. Her breath light on him, tickling the skin of his manhood, her lips lightly brushing.</span><br />
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">He groaned and for a moment he almost wished he was the kind of man who'd brag about his conquests to the others. Not that he never had, but this was special. His hands stroked her hair and cheeks, the small twitches in his fingers telling of his struggle to keep from simply grabbing her and slamming in deep and hard.</span><br />
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">She kissed again and again, small butterfly kisses, she felt his fingers twitch, his excitement build and she pressed her tongue at the hole, Her lips moving to pull a little on the head, her fingers stroking down to his sac, teasingly gentle.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">She licked then, tasting the first salty drops of pre-cum, then pulled back, a little string of fluid between her lips and him, and she smiled, smoothing it from him with her finger to bring it to her lips. She dipped forward again this time taking the head in her mouth, her lips pulling at the rim, her tongue moving across the underside. She couldn’t remember the last time she had time to enjoy a man, or be enjoyed, she felt a twinge of sadness again </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">He stroked her hair and her cheeks, groaning softly with pleasure. Every instinct told him to take her hard, fuck her up, but he didn't... he hadn't felt like this in years. And she's a PK squad leader too, someone he saw breaking the nose of a man more than twice her size only hours into the jump. His manhood throbbed hotly as she pleasured it, he groaned again as her mouth moved on him with such tenderness – so rare for a grunt, who usually had to take his pleasures through whores or... there wasn't a man among the grunts who hadn't been part of breaking a female captive through rape and torture, but some of them liked it more than others... it was difficult though when the orders included … he pushed those thoughts away... and even Jessica's light teasing felt better than any of that to Nick.</span><br />
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">She moved down, her tongue flicking at the underside, her fingers gently pulling at his balls she stroked under his sac, and dipped then sliding back up her teeth gently grazing his skin, dipping again it touched the roof of her mouth. She could feel that he could only barely contain himself and refrain from thrusting down her throat. His cock was huge and warm in her mouth, filling her almost completely. But then he pulled out, and gently but firmly pushed her backwards to the floor.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">She looked then into his dark eyes her arms reaching toward him, legs falling open to allow him close, she felt his weight upon her. She craned her neck up to kiss him. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">He thrust inside. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">She lay back feeling the joy of first opening, of the fullness inside her, the feeling of completeness, she cried out, a tiny yelp, arching her back and then down again to raise her head and look at him, he was big, thankfully. The academy had been hard on Jessica too, another difficult memory.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">He pulled her hands over her head, holding them there, Jessica squeezed on him, far tighter, than Maeve could have, she had not seen or experienced <b>everything</b> Maeve had, but she had seen enough, more than enough. She squeezed herself on him, wanting him to have to push inside, to feel her resistance, she leant up to kiss him though. Sometimes it is possible to be happy.</span><br />
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Nick took her more forcefully, pushing deeper into her. He pulled back, thrust back in, and again. Strong, big and powerful... in the position she was now, she probably couldn't have stopped him if she had wanted to. He groaned with lust and pleasure as he took her with powerful strokes. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Jessica yielded, taking each stroke, she whimpered with pleasure, biting her lower lip, why couldn’t all men be as this? She moved on him, meeting his thrusts and squeezing and milking him inside, her legs wrapped around him, to pull him in, she tried to move a hand to touch his face but he held her tight.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Jessica felt such joy at the sensations of his movement inside her, the pressure of his weight upon her, she felt alive, she felt, for a moment at least, not a Squad Leader, not even Corps. She entwined her tongue with his, pressing her hips up to meet his thrusts, squeezing him more, wanting all of him inside. As he thrust again, she winced as the head of his penis brushed her cervix.</span><br />
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">As she winced he began to pull his strokes back, though he wanted desperately to give her his entire length, then as she pushed up to meet him, and being careful not to hurt her, he could not hold back and thrust in deeper and harder, taking her completely, the crimson light of hyperspace pulsing around them, red lights and shadows across their skin. His grunts of pleasure grew louder, and while he strained to make himself last, she could tell it wouldn't be long for him now. Feeling him grow close, she tilted her hips back, causing him to rub near her opening, against her firmness, her ridges before her softness, she closed her eyes, hoping she could catch him up. She rocked, tasting him, feeling him, clasping him inside.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">His pace increased, fucking her hard now, driving his cock in deep with every stroke, loving her tightness around him. She could tell he was really making an effort to last. Impressive, considering the circumstances – he probably hadn't had a woman in months, and yet he cared about her pleasure to. “You're amazing...” he grunted as he thrust into her, then kissed her hard once more. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">She kissed him back, fiercely, she could feel the waves rising too, grateful he was holding on. She felt the waves rising, as he ground against her, she felt him too beginning to twitch, felt him trying to hold on as she tried to let go. She began to tremble.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Joy rose in him at her trembles of pleasure, and it gave him a final reserve of resolve to keep going, despite how close he was, how his cock spasmed and swelled. He grunted hard as he fucked her with long, powerful strokes, pinning her in place beneath him. Almost all his self-control now gone. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">He held on. Jessica felt relief as she began, she felt the ripples inside and her tremors grow, she felt the heat on her and clasped him inside, her tremors transmitting to him, she cried out in joy, just for a moment, her small hands clenching, her thighs closing around him pulling him tight.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">As she cried out, he let all self-control go, and thrust into her wildly a few final times, before tensing, grunting loudly as he climaxed, shooting hot semen into her in long spurts. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Jessica continued to tremble squeezing and milking him inside, her legs still tightly wrapped around him craning her neck up to kiss again and again as he flooded into her. If she were a silly girl she could love him... how did such a thought enter her head? She lay back, smiling, for a moment anyway, happy, at least until duty returned. </span><br />
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">She reached up to touch his face and smiled again, "Thank you". Then her look hardened once more, she had responsibilities, she had duties, she looked down at herself, relishing the moment, wishing she could have kept him inside. She grabbed her uniform again. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">He saw her look, and nodded, understanding. “I hope I can see you again,” he said, giving her a final kiss. “You don't have to be a Squad Leader all the time...” </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">She watched him go, smoothing back her uniform, wet inside, but drying, the fabrics specially designed to absorb sweat and other bodily fluids. "Yes" she whispered, leaning against the viewport and with moist eyes looked out into the red maelstrom.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">But ‘tomorrow'? Who knew what kind of reckoning awaited? When the artificial dawn came and they all descended?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">(to be continued...) </span></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1343874873578756990.post-10864292656274999222011-10-21T12:37:00.000+01:002011-10-21T12:37:00.105+01:00KITE: Chapter Two (Part 2)<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">(contd)</span><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">The others returned in dribs and drabs, Faizah and Alison together, fingers touching as the entered, Maia as always alone, silent. Jessica alone too, her face clouded she called the squad together.</span></div></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">“Section Commander Rand has informed me there will be training before planetfall.” She lloked around at the faces of her squad. “It has been decided .. that the training will be counter interrogation “</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">There was a rumble of concern amongst the squad then, always bad news, unpleasant enough by itself it did not augur well for the mission. She watched their faces, Maeve disinterested as always, Dayna’s smirk hiding only perhaps a bigger smile.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Inwardly Dayna’s smile turned even more wicked. Oh yes... the counter-interrogation... she had the highest level of interrogation studies in the squad, and was almost always assigned to the counter-interrogation training sessions as chief interrogator. “This <b><i>will</i></b> be fun...”</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">“I’ve been given only one name for subject of the training, and that is...” Jessica paused, this was never good news, and today, she was not sure she approved of the selected candidate. “Trooper Kavan.”</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Catherine’s wail of distress was pitiful to hear, as she turned and rushed away to throw herself to her bunk. The reaction of the rest if the squad was muted, her wail hiding Dayna’s snigger but eliciting almost no response from the other troopers, none watched her, relieved to have not been selected themselves, they waited to hear who had been assigned interrogator duties.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">“Interrogator duties have been left to my discretion.” Jessica continued, Dayna could feel the excitement bubbling up inside her... oohhh Catherine and so soon, life is GOOD. </span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">“I have assigned Corporal Lund. Training will commence at 21:00 hours ship time, everyone else, your time is your own.”</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Jessica sat on one of the transit containers, as the others went to their bunks or left again, alone she watched Catherine, until she couldn’t any longer, and she too silently slipped away.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Dayna watched her leave, thinking now maybe she understood Maeve’s resentment of the little bitch, to deny her like that. She looked at Maia… Maia? Interrogator? What a joke!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;">***</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Jessica found herself at the viewing deck again, looking out into the red and orange, billowing like clouds or smoke or flames themselves. She found she felt very tired, that she didn’t want to stand and so she sat, as the red light played across her small face looking up at times, unable to at others, wondering if the cat would come again.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">It seemed like a lot of time passed, she found herself toying with her boots, was she waiting? Something hurt deep, deep inside.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Eventually there was that rich voice behind her again. “Ma’am… are you ok?”</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">She thought a moment, but refrained from reminding him of his rank, “Trooper Harrington.”</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">“Yes Ma’am.” He approached behind her, still thinking of the previous night, his finger tips gently touching her hair, but she leaned, twisted away at the light touch.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">‘I pushed too hard, too fast’, the though flashed in his mind, it’s easy to forget when you’re used to taking what you want, or … or doing what’s expected of you. He still wanted her, wanted to touch her so badly.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Jessica leaned away, turned to look at him, her pale eyes wavering and then sliding away, how could she say she did not want to be touched, could not stand to feel human contact, tonight of all nights? How could she say how much duty hurt?</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">“Can I sit with you ma’am?”</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">She nodded, backing away to the viewing port, watching the man as he sat beside her, strong muscles, but lithe, smooth face, smooth skin, not pockmarked clear eyes, not the yellow , this man was not riddled with drugs like most of the grunts. Dark clear eyes. They sat, watching the red and each other. Several times he shifted, his anxiety palpable, no less than her own she was sure.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">“Talk to me ma’am?” he reached out a hand to touch her leg, instinctively she pulled away, curling up to hold her shins and rest her chin on her knees.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">How could she stand to be touched? She knew what Maia was doing to Catherine, what she had ordered Maia to do. Part of her almost wanted Catherine to snap, at least that would get her away from combat, get her back to Corps HeadQuarters, get her out of her own hell and out of the way of the rest of the squad. </span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">“What can I say to you?”</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">“Anything..” he paused, “what hurts?”</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">“Life.” Her pale eyes flashed to him again.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">“Then talk to me about life…how did you get here?”</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">“I was born.”</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">“Aw now ma’am, you know what I mean.”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: 16pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Miyuki lay on her bunk and wept, she hated herself, hated her weakness, and her hatred.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: 16pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: 16pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Jessica was gone again, she should be protecting them, she hated Jessica too now, a Squad Leader should protect her team, but Miyuki had noticed that Jessica could hardly stand to be in the barracks, was gone whenever duties allowed, even at night. She had a feeling Jessica hardly slept anymore. Maeve was gone too, as soon as Jessica had left, had slipped out, she hated Maeve too because she knew Maeve simply didn’t care.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: 16pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: 16pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">She lay and listened to Alison and Faizah, as they lay together on Alison’s bunk above her. Their light moans and soft sighs, the quiet whisper of their gentle brushing kisses and caresses. So different from what Dayna wanted.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: 16pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: 16pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">She hated their care, their love for each other, their delicate wet sounds, their light breath, cooing calming voices, that they could love each other while she lay beneath them in fear and despair and loneliness.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: 16pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: 16pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">She lay alone on her bunk beneath the gentleness and tenderness just inches above her and hated herself… she knew where Catherine was now, and what Maia was most likely doing to her, and she felt shame, Catherine had the right to fear and hurt too, they all did. She lay on her bunk her face damp, the fear tight in her chest, she had resented Catherine’s fear and despair when she had been at Dayna’s mercy and wished her suffering onto Catherine, and now it was, she hated herself all the more..</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">It hurt. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Each time the probe approached flesh and the arc of bright energy burst from the probe’s forked tip to flesh with a snapping sound and the smell of ozone, she flinched.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">It hurt.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">So uncomfortable, so distressing…so… disappointing, Maia was doing it ALL WRONG. Dayna shifted uneasily as she watched Catherine scream under Maia’s probe. There was no menace, no threat, just Maia’s calm voice and the briefest of touches on Catherine’s skin, she’d only taken the probe near Catherine’s nipples twice since they’d started.What kind of anti-interrogation training was THIS?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">This wasn’t counter-interrogation training, this was tickling.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">She couldn’t take it any longer, stepping forward and touching the probe, she looked into Maia’s empty eyes, before finally feeling the relief of turning her attention to Catherine.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKFzie-iInZWWgYXXBKMcjNjfOpll6MR0JqZcyLtjSMvbMJyM_SRwLGYmrErnn4xOEU9XhyphenhyphendOaddDT0LTMIdMJs3v6DAXLjVrOYLMU9j1xi0nlB8p2WLcLcKZJVd07ehPZF11RcmFZFdc/s1600/dandc1m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKFzie-iInZWWgYXXBKMcjNjfOpll6MR0JqZcyLtjSMvbMJyM_SRwLGYmrErnn4xOEU9XhyphenhyphendOaddDT0LTMIdMJs3v6DAXLjVrOYLMU9j1xi0nlB8p2WLcLcKZJVd07ehPZF11RcmFZFdc/s400/dandc1m.jpg" width="321" /></a></div><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">“It’s time for foreplay, precious!” She touched the probe to Catherine’s hood.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">***</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Jessica watched him, why would she talk to this man? She sighed and looked at her boots again, one leg falling to the side, he shifted again uneasily, did she not know what she was doing? And yet she seemed unaware, absentmindedly grabbing a narrow impractical heel. Why should she not?</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">“Corps took me from Gauda Prime.”</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">He nodded, shifting his position to face her, the red behind her, silhouetting her small frame, as she continued.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> </span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">“My parents settled there before I was born, took one of the Government settler loans like everyone was encouraged to, testing themselves on the New Worlds, extending humanity’s frontiers.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">“Life had been hard for them on the inner planets, everyone said the frontier worlds offered new lives, new opportunities, they took the loans to pay for transit, tools, a one room housing unit, seed, fertilizer, everything they thought they’d need. Set off full of dreams and hope, my sister Rebecca barely walking.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">“Except...” she looked up, he could see it was a difficult memory, but her eyes were dry. “Except there was no food on Gauda Prime nor earth enough to grow any, each year there was not enough to sustain us let alone repay the loans. My father bought more land, more loans, cleared the sparse shrubs, tried to grow enough for us to live. But all that grows on Gauda Prime is moss and lichen and shrubs barely wider than my arm.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">“We ate the moss, we ate the lichen, even tried to eat the bark and small animals.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">“But there was never enough, no matter how much we worked or how far we searched. We had to scavenge, looking further and further from home. I learned to forage and to track, and to hide.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">“When my younger sister Rachel was lost, we never knew what happened, whether one of the gangs had… had taken her... “</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Nick looked up, “The gangs?”, but a sharp shake of her head told him not to press the point, he saw her shoulders rise and fall in a silent sigh. He wondered for a moment why this woman was different. Why he felt differently.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">“Or… or the indiginous Skrell.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">“We cried, we searched, it broke our hearts, broke my father’s spirit, we all cried but there was almost relief in their eyes even as they fought against the thought… of one less mouth to feed.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">“Then there comes a day when any money lender stops lending and wants their money back.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">“There was no food to live, let alone to sell, there was no money to buy more land, no money for tools, or fertiliser or seed, but EarthGov wanted payment.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">“My family had nothing, the house barely kept out the wind let alone the driving Gauda Prime rains. My elder sister Rebecca took the fever and died that winter, but Earthgov still needed payment.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">“I was all they had left.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">“And that was when EarthGov took me. To pay my parents debt.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">“That was how I last saw them, on that barren grey land, Rebecca gone, Rachel lost, alone, but finally debt free.”</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">He wanted to touch her, hold her, but he could see the futility of that. </span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">“I was lean, wiry, agile, even then, and Earth needed troops, needs troops, and since they... they owned me, they could do what they wanted, they took me into the Corps… and there they taught me…</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">“They taught me to survive.”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><span style="font-size: 12pt;">***</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Finally the pain was too much and Catherine passed out, Dayna’s frustration overcame her, she held the probe against Catherine’s clitoris, her body twitching under the crackling energy but there were no more sounds, no more cries, or gasps, no more whimpers, she held the probe longer, until.. until a draft of steam wafted the smell of burning flesh to her nostrils.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;">That was some consolation, she started to push the probe inside when a thin pale hand took hold of her arm. Her head snapped to the side to see who was daring to interrupt... blue eyes, dead eyes, she was still convinced nothing lay beyond them, and yet, somehow she knew it would be a mistake to resist, Maia wordlessly took the probe from her, placing it in her own belt. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Instinctively Dayna took a step back as Maia moved between her and her toy, silently covering Catherine’s nakedness again and releasing her from the restraints. She lifted the tiny girl from the framework and carried her away.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Nick sat, still watching, but Jessica seemed to be withdrawing again.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">“I’m a kite, the wind blows me and I follow where it takes me… but always held, always on a string all the same.”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">When she turned away again, he knew their second night was over, he slipped silently away as the red played on her features again, he paused a moment though to watch her from the darkness, but he had nothing to say.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">(Chapter Three to follow when images are completed) </span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1343874873578756990.post-17856114582126597452011-10-21T12:13:00.000+01:002011-10-21T12:13:00.050+01:00KITE: Chapter Two (Part1)<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 16pt;">Chapter Two</span></b></div><div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 16pt;">The Second Day</span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">The mess hall was quiet on the second day – it seemed the grunts had learned their lesson the day before, their sullen stares followed by averted eyes when Jessica or the rest of her squad caught their glances. It led to a growing confidence amongst them.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Nick had arrived early in the mess hall, stayed late, ate slowly and long after his squad had left he watched, she looked at ease, comfortable with her squad. He felt strange, almost as if he were intruding, spying, wondering if he misread her? Should not have pushed?</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">He didn’t know why he felt this, she was nothing special, he’d taken more beautiful women before, why did he feel different this time?</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">***</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">After mess there was a training session in the gym and after that Jessica gave the squad free time, each wandered off.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Miyuki anxious to explore – her first off-world experience, she wandered the corridors, watched at the door of the map room as the fleet officers turned and twisted the holographic star charts and red clouded hyperspace lay line charts.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">She wandered up to the observation deck and in the red warmth looked out into the tumult as Jessica had, barely feet away, the previous night, she felt herself pulled into it, first mission, deep in the red, far, far from home.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">She wandered aftwards, the low hum and the vibrations of the decks drawing her towards engineering, the unusual sounds, smells, the electric taste in the air, all exciting and new.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">She wandered… she wandered alone down the corridors... darkening as engineering grew nearer…</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Then she thought she heard footsteps, and the clanking of metal against metal, coming closer. Just someone from the ship’s crew, hopefully? The ship had women on the bridge, in the map room, in medbay, but down in engineering, it was mostly men, and even some young Corps-born boys working as grease-monkeys in tight shafts. The sounds were coming closer, though, sounding ominous, and then she could hear sounds from another direction as well.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Suddenly the dark didn't seem so welcoming, she turned back the way she had come, dark shapes there between her and the light, large shapes, three men, their shoulders huge, bulked up by the steroids, thee men across the corridor. She smiled. Why did she smile? Corps don't smile, they order. She stepped forward towards them... determined to show her strength and intent. </span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-xN6Fu8R4_EaPx1GstaDz6wEbfbjJipchPqzmCnA20rO-6ZSXHVGoOSTB2Gk8naO1Wzs_2kOTwESR6Hp1QdLROe4vPaHkIoHUSUx05Gq3aFxZPAAyRqUlvV3dKVHIDAht-Qy3vUdfTq0/s1600/eng_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="282" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-xN6Fu8R4_EaPx1GstaDz6wEbfbjJipchPqzmCnA20rO-6ZSXHVGoOSTB2Gk8naO1Wzs_2kOTwESR6Hp1QdLROe4vPaHkIoHUSUx05Gq3aFxZPAAyRqUlvV3dKVHIDAht-Qy3vUdfTq0/s400/eng_m.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Even three against one she would have a chance, her speed and reflexes boosted higher than any man could match, although if one of them managed to pin her down, things could turn… ugly. “Don't be afraid, pet... we only want to have some fun with you...” one them offered, leering. “You're a pretty one, for sure...” </span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">A little fear rose in Miyuki's mind then, she adopted a guard stance “You boys didn't learn yesterday?” she replied, but there was a slight waver to her voice. Suddenly, the sound of heavy footsteps behind, she looked behind, three more, the three in front advanced a step.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">“You have one chance... give up and submit, and you might actually have a nice time, pet. But if you try to fight us...” The man had an iron pipe in his hand, and he made an up-and-down motion with it, demonstrating how he would use the thick metal rod on her. Six men... she couldn't hope to win in a fight against six men, not when surrounded. </span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Miyuki relaxed, and her head dropped as if she were submitting, hearing the scrape of their boots on the floor, a crazy thought entered her mind that it could almost be their knuckles dragging. The man with the pipe was close now, she ducked, grabbing the pipe, even the least of the Corps was a match for this brute, bringing the pipe whistling down onto the side of his knee she heard it splinter and his scream, she swung the pipe again, this time a squelch and a crack as it hit the second man's head, his neck suddenly lolling. </span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">'I’m doing it!' she thought and then the pain behind her knee brought her down. </span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">She was pushed hard to the floor, the metal grating against her cheek. “Bad move, bitch,” she heard one of the men say, as he grabbed her hair, “but I kinda hoped you'd fight it...” </span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">He slammed her head against a metal cabinet with a crunch, filling her vision with dark red spots. Then he did it again, before dragging her upright by her hair. A second grunt pulled her limp arms behind her back, and bound her. A third grunt had opened his fatigues, and extracted a huge, filthy cock. It smelled awful. “You're gonna suck this, bitch, and if I so much as feel any teeth, we'll knock them all out and then break every bone in your body, got it?!” </span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">The smell was repulsive, the cock was repulsive, the man was repulsive, she kept her mouth shut, another blow her across the eyes. The four unhurt grunts were standing around her now, as the one with the broken knee cried in pain behind them, the other lay still, (his neck slack, she hoped he was dead), seemingly forgotten, but for the hatred that seemed to grow and grow within them. She kept her mouth closed</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">"This should make her open her mouth!” one said. Someone parted her legs, the man who had taken the pipe from her landed a hard blow with it across her crotch, and then a second one. </span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">“Shoulda given up while we gave you the chance, and you might have had some fun with us all night!” he laughed. “Think we should make a movie of us having her, boys? Should be something every man will want to see, one of these bitches broken to cock!” </span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">The pain was hard - but she'd taken it before, still she curled up, their hands pulling at her hair, pulling her back upright, her left eye was beginning to close, her lip swelling but some bravado remaining, they were still scared, she could hear it in their voices </span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">The metal pipe was tossed to the man with his cock hanging out. “I'll have your mouth if I have to break your jaw to get it open, cunt. Don't you get it, you're just rape-meat for us now?!” He seemed pissed off that she didn't submit and surrender to him, the way girls like her surely did in his fantasies and the VR shows. </span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Miyuki's breath was coming back now, she should be able to cope with this, the others would. Trying to remain calm, her arms constrained, options somewhat reduced, she suddenly lunged forward, feeling some of her hair tear out in their fingers, her forehead connected with his groin </span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> </span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">“Cunt!” the man groaned, but then he found himself and launched a knee at her. Fortunately, it only struck her shoulder, but it hurt even so. Then Miyuki saw something emerge from his chest... the tip of a knife? Her vision was a little blurry, but the man's jaw dropped. He had been stabbed straight through from behind. Before any of the grunts had had a chance to react, he was shoved aside, and Miyuki could see Dayna's tall, panther-like body come into view.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4V4u7YZlnqTdA0mMgKuCpDzShTyq6u-pFMbvIciJH77hYK69WPu73ZbvB1pzciQ9i8p6tcAdGyxg1Mk5oqy7-Gv3x0yzjtIV-B_eCPYn3-t-URXnIdCvecMrsxWmXCWPnADjswXwnbOM/s1600/asher_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4V4u7YZlnqTdA0mMgKuCpDzShTyq6u-pFMbvIciJH77hYK69WPu73ZbvB1pzciQ9i8p6tcAdGyxg1Mk5oqy7-Gv3x0yzjtIV-B_eCPYn3-t-URXnIdCvecMrsxWmXCWPnADjswXwnbOM/s400/asher_m.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> </span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">She showed the palm of her hand against one man's cheek, then stabbed her other hand at his face with two fingers extended, slightly curled. With a sickening sound, she pulled out the man's eye, then left it hanging down his cheek by merely the optic nerve. She grinned wide at the two remaining men as she caught the pipe, before it had even touched ground. “So, who was it that talked about getting raped by this?” she purred, and the two grunts broke and ran. </span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Dayna gently lifted the handcuffed Miyuki from the ground – she was shockingly strong, at least compared to Miyuki herself – then kicked the man she had gouged. “Don't be babies, the medbay can fix you up, at least if you get there in... oh, about five minutes. Better get running!” </span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Miyuki stumbled as Dayna lifted her, strong arms so comforting and looked at the male wreckage around them, the men she had hit, one still trying to crawl away on his shattered knee, the other, still laying where he fell, his neck horribly askew. Was this really her first kill? A mobile infantry grunt? Weren't they all supposed to be on the same side? She felt nauseous, but couldn't tell if that was the realisation or the pain. The man with his eye out was curled up, whimpering, holding his eye between fingertips, moving as if to try and replace it then crying again. The other... laying in a pool of blood, his limp cock still hanging out pale and stinking.. she stepped on it.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">"Please Dayna.. take me out of here"</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Dayna nodded but then knelt... "just need to collect something"</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> </span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">With a quick, practiced slash, she cut something from his groin. Some more blood spurted, but not a lot, and she dropped the objects into a small bag on her hip. Moving swiftly then to the man with the broken neck, she repeated the action, offering the objects to Miyuki, she smiled "You earned these", but Miyuki turned away, bile rising.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">"Oh well" she said tossing them into the corner with a sickly plop. Then she dragged each of the fallen figures further into the darkness, away from the paths the EngTechs might follow. Finally she aimed another kick at the whimpering man in the corner - "I said FIVE MINUTES!"</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Then she took a firm but gentle hold of Miyuki, and led her away, back towards their quarters. Dayna had to fight not to show how much she enjoyed seeing her squadmate in handcuffs – she looked so vulnerable.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">***.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Kristian Weber fell back against the wall, his heart pounding, his eyes damp, gasping for air.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">This wasn’t how it was meant to be. They were GROPOS, Mobile Infantry, the biggest, toughest brutes EarthGov could muster. He’d trained and built since he was a child, they all had, they were strong, Earth’s strength, muscle and bone. This wasn’t how things were meant to be… there was an order to things, and now Asher and Ringo were dead.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">How could this be?</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">There is an order to things.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Weber touched his tender nose as he slid down the wall to the floor, there was an order to things, and yet yesterday that little red haired girl, the smallest of them, had broken his nose. A girl? Fit only for fun or breeding.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">He heard a sound and started, was he really afraid of girls?</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Later that first night he’d fucked one of them, the other redhead, fucked ‘til he was raw.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">And she had laughed at him, laughed at them all.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">And today, that other little one, the chinese, six of them, and she’d broken Stirling’s leg and Ringo’s neck… his <b>neck</b>. Ringo, who had taken Weber down in training more times than he could count. Ringo, who had risen to the top of the squad, Ringo who’d led them to victory in countless inter-squad training missions, Ringo who had broken a man’s arm arm-wrestling, Ringo had been killed.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">And even then some honour might have been salvaged, but for that black girl. He could still see that shiny metal protruding from Asher’s chest, and the blood, and someone’s eye?… and he had run.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">“There has to be an order to things.”</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">***</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Miyuki flopped down on her bunk, only then did the tears begin to flow. Dayna sidled up next to her, to hold her </span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">"It’s OK Miyuki... we can handle their sort"</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">"But I couldn't… I was so afraid... Corps aren't meant to be afraid"</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">“Shh...” Dayna said, stroking a strong, dark finger across her cheek. “You didn't do too badly. But... now they'll know that you're not invincible, and they might try again...” </span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">"How do I cope if they try again?"</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> </span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">“I... I'm not sure, sweetie,” Dayna said, and she had to suppress a smirk. “I might be able to take six of them, but you...” She made a small shake of her head. “I know you're pretty good with guns, Miyu, but you know they'll only let us break those out once we hit the ground...” </span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">"Don't leave me alone Dayna... please" her dark eyes looking up into Dayna's equally dark eyes. "Please don't". She began to sob again. "I need you". </span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> </span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Dayna tilted her head. “You're asking for a lot, Miyu...” she said softly, loving the desperation in the younger girl's voice. But she stroked her cheek once more. </span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">"I.. I .. know.. I should be able to cope... I just... don't know how" she moved to hold onto Dayna suddenly remembering she was bound, the tears began to flow again "Oh God Dayna how did Ii end up like this… please help me... please" </span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> </span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">“Maybe I could look after you, Miyu... even protect you when we get into combat...” Dayna loved the feeling of power she got from manipulating the younger trooper like this. She stroked Miyuki's hair softly. There was a big 'but' hanging in the air – she wanted something in return.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">"Yes… Yes" said Miyuki, restless now in the restraints. “That!" </span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">“And what would you do for me, little one?” Dayna asked in a soft voice, again stroking her finger across Miyuki's face, down to her lips. </span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">The question hurt, but Miyuki knew she needed Dayna, even just to live, still there was always the cost, nothing in life was free. She visibly sagged a moment. What would she give to live? She thought back to the filthy men in the corridor. What would she give to live? It couldn't be so bad, “Anything", she whispered... finally. </span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Dayna smiled gently. “Do you really mean that, precious? You would be my slave?... make my bed, shine my boots?...” She lowered her lips to Miyumi's ear. “Pleasure me, any way I want?” </span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Miyuki's hopes rose as Dayna started speaking but fell again, always in life there was a price, and this <b>had</b> to be better than the alternative. She knew, even if she had submitted the grunts would not have let her live to talk, resolve began to stiffen inside her, she looked up again at Dayna. "Yes" </span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> </span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">“That's my girl,” Dayna said with a smile. “Once you're mine, I won't let anyone else touch you...” She kissed the younger trooper softly, her tongue probing in between her lips, while her hands peeled off as much of Miyuki's whites as she could while the girl was still cuffed. Miyuki yielded to her, Dayna's lips soft on her, her tongue gentle, it was a price she could pay, as she shifted her weight to help Dayna remove her whites, peeling them down her arms, stopped by the handcuffs. </span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> </span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">“You're so shy and sweet, Miyu... didn't they break you of that in training?” Dayna asked her new pet. “I was fucked a hundred times before I even turned twelve...” </span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Miyuki shook her head, training was getting shorter as the losses grew, even new recruits knew the corps was over stretched, Miyuki had been 'trained' and 'prepared' yes, but to nothing like the level the older troopers had endured, and what Dayna had endured was nothing compared to those bred in the Corps. God only knew what Maia and Alison had seen and endured.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Miyuki kissed her in return ‘a hundred times?’, it hurt just to think about it, she had been 'lucky', barely double figures, if one didn't include the anti-interrogation 'training'. </span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> </span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Dayna continued to peel away Miyuki's whites, and stroked a finger across her lips, probing a little inside her. “Yes, I can tell... this is the tightest I've ever seen in a Corps girl, Miyu,” she said, smiling. “I like that... you're so pretty...” </span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Miyuki gasped as Dayna's finger dipped shallowly inside, this was a small price to pay to live she leaned back a little, the sensations were pleasant.. not like in training, not like the men and women with the rough hands and the objects. She moved her hips a little at Dayna’s touch. D</span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">ayna continued to stroke and finger, feeling her grow slick inside. She gave her another kiss, deeper this time, before finally breaking it. She knew she could have Miyuki any way she wanted, but she enjoyed toying, manipulating her. </span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">She helped Miyuki down on her knees on the floor, still handcuffed, and then pulled aside her own tight uniform to expose her own vagina. “Show me what you can do, Miyu...” </span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Miyuki looked up, past Dayna's pudenda, flat stomach and breasts, Dayna was smiling but it wasn't a kind smile. Miyuki leaned forward, edtending her tongue ‘til the tip made the barest of touches on Dayna's hood. She flicked her tongue, moving the hood ever so slightly, wondering if the touch was enough. The strong hand on the back of her head soon told her it was not as she found herself pulled forcefully in</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">“Mmm, young tongues are always the best...” Dayna grunted. “So smooth...” Not only that, she gained immense pleasure from young trooper’s submission, how she was whoring herself for protection from the men. “You'd better learn to do it right, precious... you'll be doing this every day from now on!” </span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Miyuki smelled her, strong, wondered how often Dayna cleaned, not often she suspected, her nose forced in, she licked harder, her tongue now slipping between Dayna's fat lips parting them, her smell, stronger even than before, Miyuki tilted her head back delving further, the taste strong, like her scent. </span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">“You've wanted to do this ever since you first saw, haven't you, little Miyu? Wanted to be my little slave-pet?” Dayna moved her sex across Miyuki's face, covering the young trooper’s face with her juices. “Tell me how much you like it...” </span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">She felt the wetness on her face, Dayna's taste strong in her mouth, she swallowed, the taste was stronger than those at the academy.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">"I love…" she paused "to please you" she wanted to leave, but thought then of the men, their stench, stronger than Dayna's , their foulness, this ... she could do this. "I love to please you" she smiled.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Miyu's nose pressed now inside her wetness, as her tongue pressed also, she heard the door hiss open but she couldn't see, who entered, just the sound of heels, someone hitting their bunk, watching? not watching? she didn’t know. It seemed as though Dayna rode her mouth harder then, to demonstrate her ownership to the newcomer.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Maeve, though, just gave the couple a look and a shrug, she'd seen this so many times in her years, this and worse. There had been girls who had been forced to be the plaything of their entire squad, or girls used as toilets by their owners, even girls whored out to the grunts. </span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Miyu felt Dayna push harder, her tongue probed deeper inside, feeling Dayna tightening on it almost popping out, not a word from the other trooper... not Jessica, she guessed, nor Catherine, she pressed harder again, the taste bitter. The door opened again.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> </span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">This time, Miyuki heard a gasp of surprise, followed by a small whimper, Catherine's voice. “Never seen something like this before, Catherine?” Maeve asked her in a tone of voice that sounded almost bored. “They don't do basic training the way they used to...” She snorted. Dayna shot Catherine a hungry look, her grin almost feral. </span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Maeve seemed annoyed by Catherine's reactions. “Kid, either you're strong enough to look after yourself, or you find someone else to do it for you and pay up.” It was clear from the sound of her voice that she was completely uninterested in taking Catherine in. “And did you hear? Another round of fucking counter-interrogation training coming up... that shit bores the fuck out of me...” Maeve had been through the training more times than anyone else on the ship, and she told the others that these days, she could go to sleep in the VR-suit and not wake up until the session was done. That wasn't quite the truth, but she sounded completely unconcerned about being tortured for hours in the simulation. </span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Dayna almost laughed, Maeve always cracked her up, ‘how could she be so blasé? When there was so much FUN in the universe?’ she pushed down hard on Miyuki's tongue, feeling her sphincter opened. “Damn, so much fun to be had... why waste it?”</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> </span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">“All the way in, precious” Dayna commanded her plaything, and grinned as she tried to see Catherine hiding in the dark corner. Dayna didn't think she was ready to submit to her yet – she'd have to do something to Catherine to make her understand she had to serve. </span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">She began to rock on Miyu, then paused, a little doubt in her mind.. "What if this was enough to drive Catherine to one of the others?" She wiggled on Miyu's tongue, "Nah… Maeve doesn't care, Jessica wouldn't, Maia... Maia's not even sentient... on shore-leave, Maia had never joined her on any trips to brothels, for girls or boys, had never joined in when Dayna abused enemy soldiers or civilians, whether for information or amusement. She's not looking for a plaything. Faizah and Alison? They have each other. The others? None are as strong as me... oh she'll be fun alright" </span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> </span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Maeve yawned, "Aren't you two done yet?"</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> </span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">“Wanna come over, Catherine? There's a hole here for you as well...” Dayna taunted the younger girl – she didn't expect any results yet, but that would only make the eventual breaking of Catherine all the sweeter. “And I said all of it, Miyu, every inch of tongue!” she said sharply. Miyu gagged slightly, at the bitterness still there as Dayna wiggled on her again and then thrust almost pushing her over. A small yelp came from the far side of the room </span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Maeve rolled her eyes. “If you're going to make her your toilet, take it to the head – or this place will smell, and the brass will have us do a full cleaning, just on principle.”</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">"I haven't decided yet" she laughed back "maybe I should" she felt Miyuki flinch and pulled her tighter, a plaintive cry came from Catherine's bunk.” Ahh life is good!”</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Miyuki's face ran with dampness, Dayna's juices, her own tears, but after a while it became like a dream, though her tongue ached and her nose too, she felt battered and tired, and all the time, there were Catherine’s pitiful sounds. What right had she to cry? She felt a resentment growing inside her. This was happening to <b>her</b> not to Catherine, what right had Catherine to be so weak?</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">She held onto that thought until Dayna climaxed, drenched her, pushed her to the floor, laughed and went to the head.</span> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
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Just to let you know that things are ongoing, Chapters 2 and 3 are underway though somewhat dependent on each other.The text is progressing well though and when some art is ready too i'll put them together and the story will continue.<br />
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In the meantime here is another picture I was working on (using my original models), using the same characters but NOT part of the Kite storyline.<br />
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Hope you like it.<br />
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All the Best<br />
JessicaUnknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1343874873578756990.post-35853425790802839222011-09-17T18:53:00.006+01:002011-09-22T14:57:02.292+01:00KITE: The Beginning (Part2)<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:WordDocument> <w:View>Normal</w:View> <w:Zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:TrackMoves/> <w:TrackFormatting/> <w:PunctuationKerning/> <w:ValidateAgainstSchemas/> <w:SaveIfXMLInvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:IgnoreMixedContent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:DoNotPromoteQF/> <w:LidThemeOther>EN-US</w:LidThemeOther> <w:LidThemeAsian>X-NONE</w:LidThemeAsian> <w:LidThemeComplexScript>X-NONE</w:LidThemeComplexScript> <w:Compatibility> <w:BreakWrappedTables/> <w:SnapToGridInCell/> <w:WrapTextWithPunct/> <w:UseAsianBreakRules/> <w:DontGrowAutofit/> <w:SplitPgBreakAndParaMark/> <w:EnableOpenTypeKerning/> <w:DontFlipMirrorIndents/> <w:OverrideTableStyleHps/> <w:UseFELayout/> </w:Compatibility> <w:DoNotOptimizeForBrowser/> <m:mathPr> <m:mathFont m:val="Cambria Math"/> <m:brkBin m:val="before"/> <m:brkBinSub m:val="--"/> <m:smallFrac m:val="off"/> <m:dispDef/> <m:lMargin m:val="0"/> <m:rMargin m:val="0"/> <m:defJc m:val="centerGroup"/> <m:wrapIndent m:val="1440"/> <m:intLim m:val="subSup"/> <m:naryLim m:val="undOvr"/> </m:mathPr></w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:LatentStyles DefLockedState="false" DefUnhideWhenUsed="true"
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">(contd)</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Maeve headed down towards engineering, the sound of drunken shouting growing louder, just as she knew it would, so stupid, so predictable, so masculine, so horny, she opened the door, there they were - always the same, big drunken grunts, in a big drunken mess, she only hoped.. not too drunk. She strode into the middle... "Did you grunts say something to us earlier?"</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">The shouting stopped and en masse the pride of the ship’s masculinity turned to gawp, unsure of her angle but a rising certainty did form in what passed for their minds –“She's not leaving here unfucked!” </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Men started to move around her, cutting off any way for her to escape. The biggest of them, and enormous black man, stepped up to Maeve, leering. "Yeah... us grunts... want cunt.” He pulled down her briefs a little, her labia clearly outlined through the thin suit. “See ya brought us one...” tearing off her briefs.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Maeve watched, smiling, she put a hand on his chest, "Well PK wants Dk" she paused. "Do… you… understand?" she added, very VERY slowly. Mirroring Jessica's move elsewhere, she shifted her weight to one leg, drawing one hand up the inside of her thigh towards her very visible lips. </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">The men's leers widened as they close around Maeve. “Oh, we know what girls like you need...” the giant black grunt said, and put his huge hands on her buttocks. “Some real men after all that time with the other ladies... guess you need a cock, not just a pretty little tongue, eh?” He pulled her against him, lifting her hips up, and ground himself against her. </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">***</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Jessica paused, looked back out into the red. “We don’t go anywhere unless there’s something to fight... even if it can’t be fought. Some things...” she stopped and bowed her head. “sometimes you have to go into hell.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">“We were at Fosforon Outpost, it was supposed to be a simple mining colony but they were all dead, settlers, Governor, mobile infantry, marines everyone was dead, but they needed the Volovax ore.. they sent us in to get it.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">“Some how... somehow it came through the walls... like a hot wind – how do you fight something you can’t see?. It doesn’t matter sometimes, how fast, how strong or how tough you are. </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">“Sometimes you wake things that can’t be beaten.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">“We fought.. some of us… died, we took the Volovax and ran, half the Section dead, now here I am Squad Leader.” She looked out again into the red, its lights playing across her young face.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">“Damn... and here I had a vision of you battling some kind of alien monster,” Nick said, sounding sympathetic no matter how much he tried to conceal it under a tough surface. He put his big, strong hands on her upper arms, but gently. “I'm not much of a talker... well, the others would say I'm some kind of Shakespeare, if they knew who he was... but if you would like someone you <i>can</i> see and touch...” He looked down into her eyes</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">***</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Maeve ground back and then shoved him away” Don’t damage the whites” she smirked and pulled off her gloves, reaching to her neck she began to peel down her catsuit, pausing at the waist, she smiled again and tugged the front down.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Impatient, the huge black man swept the improvised bar-desk clean with one arm, sending half-full glasses shattering to the floor, and then turning Maeve he slammed her upper body down on it. His strong legs spread hers wide apart, while other men grabbed her wrists. The grunt didn't bother with anything beyond opening his fly, and extracted his huge dark cock, big enough to impress even Maeve as she caught a glimpse of it out of the corner of her eye. Then he slammed it into her, without a hint of foreplay or tenderness. This wasn't lovemaking, just fucking, fucking like beasts.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Jessica looked into his eyes “There’s monsters and there’s Monsters.. and some of them can’t be beaten.” His eyes looked kind, that’s an unusual thing these days, raised her hand to touch his hip “and there are worse things than dying.”</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Maeve grunted, the side of her face hard on the bar-desk as he entered her, his big fat hand pressing her head down to its hard surface, he slammed into her, she grunted again at the force, not completely numb there, she could still feel a little, her muscles tensed squeezing him loosely.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">“Yes”, she grunted again ” Fuck... Fuck.. me”. A laugh escaped her “Corps.... Corps wants more!”</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">The huge black soldier slammed into Maeve. He didn't like her laugh. He wanted to make her squeal and whimper, maybe even beg for the mercy he'd never grant. "These uppity bitches!" he wanted to put her in her proper place! </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">She felt herself opened and close, then opened again as the grunt fucked her, she grunted again, the force expelling air from her but no weakness. Then there was a cock in front of her face, she snacked at it, playfully, “Not afraid – UH!” air driven out again as he thrust inside her, “Not afraid I’ll – UH – bite it off? UHH!”</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">“You want more, bitch?!” The grunt in front of her grabbed her cheeks, pulled her mouth open, and thrust his cock in between her lips. He showed no mercy or tenderness intent on thrusting down her throat. </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">“UH!” Maeve rocked with the force of the big grunts thrusts, her thighs pressed against the edge of the table, she squeezed on him again, not tight, she had be well used... and ill-used many times before.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">She took the new one in her mouth, and bit, just a little, and laughed around him. He started, pulled away a little, a small yelp escaping him, provoking a ripple of laughter among the other grunts. Hearing them he grabbed hold of her face, roughly forcing her mouth further still, keeping her jaws too far apart to bite. He slammed his cock into her, abusing her mouth and throat. The big man, meanwhile, still wanting to break her and make her squeal, pulled out of her, and started to force himself against her anus instead, stretching her hard. Fiery raw, Maeve felt him enter... dry... now she felt that! But that, that was nothing, they couldn’t even begin to dream what she’d taken. She tightened... she actually tightened on him, even dry.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Around them, the other grunts were getting ready to join.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">“There are better things than dying, too,” Nick said, and traced a finger up her neck, to her cheek, touching her skin for the first time. He looked into her pale eyes, saw the tremor there, uncertainty? ...or? There were rumours of what was done with... to... corps girls.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">*** </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">The other cock passed into her throat, hah, she’d taken longer... and fatter than that before, she barely even gagged, she was a long way from the little girl who puked when they trained her back at the Corps academy, that little girl was long gone, and long forgotten, you could almost say long dead…she could take what they had, take what all of them had.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">The grunts seemed to take Maeve's toughness as a challenge, and around her, the others started to chant “Break the bitch! Break the bitch!” Sensing that it was going to take more than they were already doing, the two men pulled her off the table, down on her knees, straddling a third grunt who already has his penis in hand. He thrust it inside her vagina, the three grunts all entering her with all their strength. They wanted a story to tell, of how they completely broke a PK bitch. </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">She actually pushed down... pressed down onto the black grunt and this new one. Her hands reached out towards the other men, she would have smiled if she could but her mouth was held open by the cock of which she reached the base, her nose pressed into his pubes...”They smell” she thought... “of sweat and urine and masturbation”,. Saliva ran down her chin as she stuck out her tongue to lick his sac. </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">The dirty, filthy grunts kept abusing her, slapping and spanking her body. Their stamina was almost disappointing, though – after a long quarantine with no shore-leave before this mission, they were starved for sex, and it was not long before each of the men using her climaxed.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Someone spat on her face, and the saliva trickled down into her eye. She laughed then in the short pause before the cock in her mouth was replaced. “Is that all you have?” She looked at the grunt responsible.. not even blinking. The saliva ran in, thick, and still she stared, this group were disappointingly weak.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">"Our kind of life", Nick said, "don't last long." </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">His arms reached around Jessica’s shoulders, she looked down at them, stepped a little toward him as he closed them around her.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Maeve started to bounce, not just pushing but actively slamming down to meet their thrusts. They had no idea, trying to break Maeve through the kind of means that might work on civilians – brutal fucking, degrading words, spanks and slaps... and the black man who had her first seemed to have been the largest of the bunch! </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Simple multiple-penetration, she laughed inwardly again, as though that could come anywhere close to breaking someone who'd been through the PK counter-interrogation programme half a dozen times! Then, someone pulled out his cock, and holding her mouth open and nose pinched closed, urinated in her mouth. </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">She drank, didn’t they know there’d been times when they survived on this in the PK? Simple creatures these grunts, she slammed down again, beckoning more again, just warming up, heat building inside her from the rubbing, she felt a little moist but it was probably just their semen inside her.. she wondered how much they could give.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">The one thing that made this trip even worthwhile was the pure number – they didn't last long, but there was always a new, hard cock to replace the ones that pulled back, and they seemed to be ready for two or three tries each. It was easy to lose count of the grunts as they filled her. She started though to see frustration on their faces, from their inability to break her and reduce her to a heap of whimpering female flesh. The slaps came harder and faster now, on her ass, cheeks and breasts, making them blush red. </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"> </span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">***</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Almost despite herself, Jessica let him hold her close, the firmness of his body surprisingly pleasurable, pressing her whole length against him, her face turned up to his, she yielded.. she couldn’t remember when that last happened</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">"Can't be afraid to be alive", he said resting his chin a moment against her temple.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">He held her tight knowing he held the advantage now... if he cared to use it... that there was no room for her to use her speed or his own strength and weight against him. </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">“Mmmm, better” Maeve thought, none of them knew the things they taught at the academy, but at least there was quantity. She slammed down again and again and then began to tremble, closing her legs on the man inside her cunt… she let out a little whimper.. wondering if they were fool enough to believe it. </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">“Nearly there, Man!” one of the grunts shouted as they 'forced' the whimper from Maeve, and it had some good effect – they seemed even more eager, fucking her harder than ever. The black man was back, his huge cock filling her mouth as he slowly forced it down her throat. Two other grunts spread her ass-cheeks wide, and managed to position themselves to push both their cocks into her rectum. </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Maeve whimpered again, laughing inwardly, she prepared to push back with all her might when they entered her. They’ll do this bunch, this poor senseless helpless bunch of idiots. And at least they’re not pencil dicks... at least she could feel them… a little, as another of the grunts twitched inside her, yes at least there was enough meat there to feel, she squeezed loosely on him.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">The other men blasted their loads on her body – her skin becoming increasingly slick with semen. The giant black man pulled back, and blasted a huge load into her face, deliberately aiming for her eyes. </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Nick looked again into Jessica’s pale eyes, wondering how old she was, looking older perhaps after what she'd seen. Still trembling he wondered what he saw in them, desire maybe, he thought perhaps she desired and feared, loved and hated, and quite possibly didn't know the difference.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">He closed his hand over her chin and raised her face to his. His touch was firm, without waiting for her response, he leant in and kissed her, pulling her body against his firmly. She tipped a little towards him.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Maeve’s eyes remained open, even as the thick cum hit them, even as it pooled there, “It’s nothing, these men know nothing”. She whimpered again as she felt the men behind her push as the one inside her cunt wilted and pushed back with all her strength, toppling them, they fell, one sliding out the other still inside her, she landed on him, as heavily as she could, “You believed it!” she laughed. </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">One of the grunts backhanded her across the face then – angry and frustrated now, emasculated by their failure to break her. The oldest of the bunch, a grizzled man with a cruel glint in his eyes, pushed the men using her aside. “Ah now her type...” he drawled, “an' how to break them in proper.” Instead of starting to fuck her he pressed three fingers up each of her anus and vagina, thrusting in hard, then worked in a fourth in either. He thrust them back and forth for a few strokes, and then folded in his thumbs, pressing both of his hands into her. </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Maeve grunted again, "FINALLY!". There’s a reason she’s so slack, these grunts don’t even know the half of it. Finally there was something inside that could touch her. She rocked back, grunting again, the cum in her from all the other men lubricating his fists, finally, she felt full. </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">The grizzled veteran grunted with surprise as Maeve seemed to <i>enjoy</i> what he was doing. He pushed both hands in to the wrists, balling up his hands inside her, and starting to fuck her his fists and lower arms moving like pistons. </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">She rocked back onto him “Finally!” she said, grunting, his fists rubbing inside her, finally full, she rocked back, the cum of previous men leaking each time she pushed or dragged out each time she pulled away. Finally she felt something strong. </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">The man pumped her hard, working her as fast and rough as he could, and although in prime condition, it's a tough job. After several minutes, he pulled back – his arms burning from the effort. And then the giant black man took his place, and started to push huge, dark fists into her. Around them, most of the grunts were spent by now, each of them having climaxed in or on her several times. </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Maeve began to think, that maybe these men would be enough, maybe after all, together, all of them are enough... for once, she felt them push deep inside, hit her cervix, there was a time she would have yelped at that.. long ago.. Corps took that weakness away... made her strong. If only <i>they</i> weren’t all so WEAK. But maybe this one? He really was the find of this bunch – huge, strong and in great shape, pounding Maeve's holes with brutal power. If he couldn't make her climax, none of the others would come close. As he continued to pound, the last of the grunts drained themselves in her mouth, except the older veteran who aimed straight at her face instead, into her open eyes. </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">She barely blinked, ‘that’s part of first week training’. and took it all, idly thinking on how something that would break others can become something one needs, strange what one can need to feel alive, she pushed back. </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">The pounding was good, hitting some of the right spots, maybe this time? She felt the warmth on her face running down her neck. This black one was a find alright, maybe she might even use him again.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">The huge trooper grunted louder with effort as he tried to pound her if not into submission, then at least to orgasm. There was hardly an inch of her body not covered with semen or worse. His black skin was growing slick with sweat as she pushed him to the limits of his power. </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Sensing the grunt weakening shouted “Come one - you’ve got more than that haven’t you?”</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">She pounded backwards onto him herself, “Anybody? IS that all there is?”, she reached towards the other men, but they slouched back, spent. “You useless...” </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">The black man finally pulled back, gasping from the effort, spent... and with him unable to do it for her, none of the others even would even attempt. “Hnnh... <i>f-fuck</i>!” he groaned. “You should go fuck one of the pistons down at the engine deck, c-cunt...” None of the men met her gaze. </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Maeve stood, looking at them all in disgust, their fluids trickled from her, thick white, frothy from the continuous pounding, she wiped it up with one hand and tasted it.. “I guess that’s all you have.. all these grunts.. can’t finish ONE PK cunt”. She grabbed the uniform of the black grunt.. “You did the best”, wiping the urine and semen from her face and body on his uniform as her gape slowly, slowly closed. “Here’s your prize” as she tossed it in his face. </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">The grunts could maybe still have beaten Maeve, maybe there were enough of them for that – maybe they even wondered the next day why they hadn't – but for now they were beaten. Worse, they were crushed, emasculated... some of them seemingly unable to believe that a woman could go through what they put her through. The next women they had would <i>suffer </i>as they reasserted themselves, but none of them even thought of that now.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">“No-one else is going to come in here,” Nick murmured in Jessica’s ear, as he all but crushed her body against his. “I want you...” He pushed forwards towards, his hand sliding to the small of her back.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">She stumbled a little at the forcefulness of his pressing against her ‘til they backed against the viewing port, she looked up at him, her breath light and fast, her hands slid up to his shoulders. She wondered, why is she yielding?</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">She pushed back... finally… pushed him away and turned away… wondering why it hurt to do so? She looked out into the red, for what felt like a long time, and when she turned back, as silently as he’d arrived the cat had gone again. </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Maeve pulled on her boots, tied her whites around her waist and left them all behind. She went to the head, “A shower and then back in to the barrack room”, the others would never know she had gone. </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Jessica? She didn’t care if Jessica knew. </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">She stripped, hanging her whites and washed, washed the filth and the fluids off her – “No matter what they do to you... a little soap and water and you’re clean.” She laughed again. But like Jessica half a ship away, there was a twinge of sadness she couldn’t quite place </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1343874873578756990.post-60682392840622269362011-09-04T21:53:00.006+01:002012-01-29T18:21:09.439+00:00KITE: The Beginning (Part1)<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span> <br />
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<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 18pt;">Additional Material by John</span></b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 16pt;">Special Thanks to </span></b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";"></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 16pt;">Avuk, Imbrium, Spacebabes, Fullytank, KN, Ash and Strange Beasties</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%;">Prologue</span></b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: 18pt;">The Sixth Day</span></b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">The man was dead.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">The breath still huffed from his lungs, there were still involuntary sounds as he moved, but everything that had made the man into something vital and unique was gone, there was only meat left.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">She cowered back into the cleft, the stench gusting towards her, his body still flopping, the light long gone from his eyes, but not from the burning yellow beyond, did they see her?</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">She checked her gun again, though she knew it too was dead, the power packs drained.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">She closed her eyes.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">She listened to the huffing of what had been the man.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">And the low growl in the darkness beyond.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: 18pt;">Chapter One</span></b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: 18pt;">The First Day</span></b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">The shuddering finally began, rolling from the front of the bridge back to the Captain’s chair. She never liked this part of a mission, as the great ship lumbered towards the dark heart of the ring of light that formed the jump point ahead of them. The shudder rolled again, the consoles rattling, she always thought it felt as though some great hand was rattling the ship like a stick against railings. She watched the screen as the ring filled it and the darkness of Hyperspace approached, her stomach lurched, she <i>never</i> liked this part, as the deck shuddered again.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">"These old ships", she thought to herself, "it's a wonder they hold together long enough to pass through the jump points safely at all. Where the HELL is the new ship she was promised? What? Three years ago now?" The shudder rolled through again, the vibrations seeming to resonate her lungs, and this time, this time there are other worries.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">"Entering hyperspace now, Captain Lin, expected ETA at Iridanus IV... 64 hours", the pilot broke her concentration for a moment.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Yes, other worries, the Corps, the PhiKappa (or PK) Corps, Earth's elite, or what passes for it these days, highly trained female operatives, if this truly were a simple watch patrol, then why were they here?. If it were a simple mission to visit the outer colonies, smash a few heads, remind them EarthGov is always there, then the grunts could handle that. </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Yes, the presence of the PK Corps was a worry. </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">And then there’s the worry of the men, the mobile infantry men could be trusted to do a job, but they could be an unruly mob and the presence of the Corps presented a problem, the grunts always became restless when they got the scent of pussy in their nostrils.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">No, Captain Lin Jie was not a happy woman, not at all. The ship shuddered again as it passed through the eye of the Jump point storm... she always hated this part. She always hated all of it.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">The lights faded to orange as the ship entered hyperspace, Jessica Travis paused, slowly they brightened to white again as the shuddering stopped and Jessica finished cleaning the refraction chamber of her pulse rifle, her slight fingers dancing delicately over its fragile lenses, her long auburn hair pulled into bunches in order not to fall into the rifle’s optics, before finally placing the gun, butt first, on one of the transit containers in front of her and resting her cheek against its reassuring smooth coldness as her clear grey-blue eyes wandered over her comrades around her in the barrack room. </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">There was Miyuki, the youngest, rawest recruit, already dressed in her regulation whites, red boots and gloves, shined and smooth on her legs and arms, her red and white breastplate and red briefs to protect her modesty in the whites that cling so tightly to the body's every curve and line. They may only be preparing to go the mess, but they knew. The Corps has standards to uphold, no matter where or what, they were Corps, and that demanded respect. Miyuki sat, her knees together, hands on her knees, watchful, nervous.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Behind her Dayna was smoothing her whites, dark hands in stark contrast to the uniform whites running up and down her thighs to ensure its fit, the shiny fabric clinging to her, pulling tight. To the right of Dayna were Faizah, Alison and Maia, sat on her bunk, feet perched on one of the transit containers, a bowl beneath her as she shaved herself, for comfort in the tight fitting uniform. Her long dark hair draped across her pale body as she bent to inspect herself, long fingers checking for any remaining stubble, pushing her soft skin to the left and right. </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Next to Maia was Catherine, already dressed, she was praying, but she knew to stick close to Maia. When trouble occurred, next to Maia was a safe place to be. The habit had stuck even out of the fire. Jessica pondered, Catherine may be a problem, disheveled, her hair untidy... the sign of an untidy mind. Jessica pondered and worried too… Catherine had seen combat, and it’d taken its toll on her, already.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Yes, Catherine had seen enough death and killing, but not as much as Maeve, oh yes, she was a war horse alright, she leant against the wall by the door, her whites pulled up only to mid-thigh as she injected the cortisone into her groin, sighing as if the pain relief were instant. "She's seen the lot", thought Jessica, more experienced than all of them, war had taken a toll on her body, there's no knowing how much more she could take, it’s a short brutal life in the Corps. Maeve pulled up the catsuit, slipping her arms in, smoothing it to her body. </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ3oUOj454WRSkW53sw25n44yfu-PSnooXasUu_fXtc3M4Awy9pcDrvvZR-Ro3AE1_HXSgMwSZXkzO2KSpKogUxq-y5wJvrNu1sstYYkyXkCke8M7udr6KlU7VKIv9IBNzsNLjKxcNI-0/s1600/barracksm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ3oUOj454WRSkW53sw25n44yfu-PSnooXasUu_fXtc3M4Awy9pcDrvvZR-Ro3AE1_HXSgMwSZXkzO2KSpKogUxq-y5wJvrNu1sstYYkyXkCke8M7udr6KlU7VKIv9IBNzsNLjKxcNI-0/s400/barracksm.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">With a hiss of releasing hydraulic pressure, the door slid open, Christina Rand, Section Commander, entered. </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">"All right.. Ladies! Prepare to move in...", she dramatically paused to exaggerate checking a watch, "FIVE minutes", still standing in the open doorway.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Jessica replaced her pulse rifle in the locker, already uniformed she too checked and smoothed the uniform on her thighs, belly and hips, pulling up her boots and gloves, watching as Maia, Dayna and Maeve scrambled to finish, she moved to stand by Christina, she glanced at the Commander, she hoped her glance conveyed the message "I know.. but they’re good troops." Maia was last to finish, pulling on her gloves, Jessica shouted the order to move out.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">They entered the hall, "Ground Pounders...GROPOS", mobile infantry grunts, all around, they heard the cat calls, the wolf whistles, but it meant nothing, they marched to the mess, even without shouting time, they were in unison, they were the elite, Corps is Corps, and everyone should remember that.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Jessica led her squad to the mess, opening the doors she saw the unruly rabble inside, looking more like a high school canteen than a respectable military organisation. She ordered the squad in but at the sound of her voice, the place quietened... silence radiating outwards from her as the troops, turned to look at the source of the female voice.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">A shout went up..."Grunts like CUNT!"</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Jessica noticed Miyuki flinch, stepping then in front of her troops, her heels ringing on the metal floor amidst the silence following the shout.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">"Grunts like CUNT!" The shout rang out again.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">She took a step further into the room.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">"Grunts like CUNT!, Grunts like CUNT!" The shout was taken up as a chant.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Jessica led her squad another step into the room.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">"Grunts like CUNT!, Grunts like CUNT!" The roomful of men pounding their cutlery on the tables in their meaty fists. "Grunts like CUNT! Grunts like CUNT!"</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Suddenly one of the ground pounders was standing in front of her, stretching, a large muscular brute, towering several inches above even Dayna, his shaven head glistened sweatily under the harsh yellow lighting. Jessica always wondered why Mess lighting was yellow, she wondered if it was to make the food look less grey. He roughly thrust his hand between her legs, his meaty fingers pressing at her. "You got a juicy one huh?" </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">"Move your hand if you want to keep it" she replied coldly.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Stiffening he looked at her with a mixture of surprise and ridicule... "Cunt... I could snap you!"</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">She paused, his fingers moving again on her, trying to press inside, she beckoned to him. He paused, confused then lowered his face closer to hers in order to hear..</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">"You may be stronger..." she whispered to him, "but we're faster!" she finished as she broke his nose with the heel of her hand.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">In an instant he was on the ground, blood pouring from his nose, and the chants of 'cunt' turned to coarse laughter, the more experienced troopers not surprised in the slightest. One would think the grunts would learn eventually, but it had become almost ritual for the PKs to take down a large loudmouth every time there was a longer jump or some new men arrived. Better do it hard and fast to get it out of the way. </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Dayna stepped up behind Miyuki, having seen her tense during the exchange, as big and strong as many of the men, put her hands on the young girl's shoulders. Her grip firm, reassuring... but almost possessive. ”Don't worry, Miyu, we'll look after you...”. Miyuki relaxed but with Dayna behind her she didn’t see the hungry look in her eyes, but Jessica had seen that in the troops many times before. Dayna also liked cunt.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Maeve, on the other hand, looked with more interest at the grunts, as though making mental notes and evaluations about them. The veteran has been through too much to be able to feel any particular desire for relationships or intimacy, but she did like her men, as large and as rough as possible, sometimes two or three at a time, or even more. Anything to sate that feeling of emptiness inside her. No love or affection, just men. </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Jessica stepped forward, her heel poised above the big man’s groin, “Does anybody else want to try?” Her gaze scanned the room with a cold look of disdain. “That’s what I thought”.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> She looked down at the big man his face covered with blood. “Do YOU want to try again?” she asked, but he shook his big bald head, small droplets of blood flying from his nose. Disappointing.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">“No? That’s also what I thought”, she lowered her heel onto him anyway and ground a little.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">She motioned for the squad to sit, Corps never served themselves, and then motioned for the mess staff to bring trays of today’s slop.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Maeve sat a few seats away from Jessica, had never made any particular secret about her resentment of the new Squad Leader. Dayna and Catherine sat either side of Miyuki – the young pair had made friends quickly. Both of them relatively new and inexperienced. Maeve looked across the table at them, she and Dayna already had a pool on which of them will be KIA first</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Jessica, sitting last, turned her attention back to her squad, “They're ok, Miyuki still shaken, she'll have to toughen up, that one. Maia, smiling, like she has forgotten it already, Dayna, looking hungry, Catherine, somewhere else, Maeve, well Maeve's Maeve, sullen, resentful, but a damn good fighter.”</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">The food arrived, the usual slop, but in the Corps you learn to accept what you can get, they ate, gratefully and quickly. And before the grunts were half finished, they were done.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">“Squad! Attention” shouted Jessica, the grunts flinched en masse, and she led her troops out of the mess, the noise rising only when the door closed behind her. The lights were dimming for artificial night on the ship, she led her troops back to the barrack room, watched them from the door as they flopped onto the bunks, pulling off gloves and boots, she waited a while, she’d protect them the best she could. She closed the door, leaning against the wall a moment and headed to the observation deck, there’s something magical about the way the clouds of hyperspace move, enveloping the ship like a soft red... she paused, why?... like a womb. She headed towards the turbolift.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Inside the barrack room, Maeve watched the others lounge, undress, squabble… she had an itch.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Some people are scared of hyper-space, saying that there are... ‘things’ living in it, dark and ominous, or merely that it gives them horrific night terrors. Hyperspace pilots tend to be more superstitious than old Earth sailors. But to Jessica – once she'd arrived – it's nothing like that. Outside the reinforced observation window, patterns shifted in crimson, with occasional brighter spots of orange or even white, or purple hazes. In the corner of her eyes, more complex patterns formed, then melted away as soon as one focused on them. It was always so easy to just watch, letting time melt away...</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">“There's nothing like it, is there?” a deep male voice behind her. Then, quickly, “Sorry, ma'am, didn't mean to startle you... I wouldn't want a dose of what you gave to Weber.” Still, despite the apology, the man's voice was even, relaxed, belonging to someone with an easy confidence. </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP42MXTfysiqzzD8N5PfwuqVSeIXHqDtZxDVj0nj2nzXnUURYTM3tYIoG_ykXaeSJ39cYbs6L4M8HKbdukX2VN2-jk7J0s8NWCWNs8Wp2QBR4k7Fsfk_tZvKDj-aokNgvy3U8MI83aBvU/s1600/skyl1m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP42MXTfysiqzzD8N5PfwuqVSeIXHqDtZxDVj0nj2nzXnUURYTM3tYIoG_ykXaeSJ39cYbs6L4M8HKbdukX2VN2-jk7J0s8NWCWNs8Wp2QBR4k7Fsfk_tZvKDj-aokNgvy3U8MI83aBvU/s400/skyl1m.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Jessica turned quickly at the sound, ‘He's quiet this one, not like the others, big lumbering hounds, no this one, he’s a cat’. The trooper was tall and while he was well built, he was leaner than the man she broke before. That didn't have to mean much, though – many of the more brutish grunts bulked up their muscles with drugs and without really learning how to use them, and this man looked like he was far more capable. None of the overblown bravado of men like the one in the mess, either – not a man who felt he has too much to prove. Certainly someone who had seen combat. Maybe even alien combat.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">She looked back out into the red "No.. there's nothing like it." She looked back at him.. unlike a grunt to even think of things like this, what was that on her face she thought for a moment.. 'Am I smiling?' </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Things quietened quickly in the barrack room as they undressed and rapidly fell asleep, one thing about the Corps, like food you took sleep when you could get it. Maeve watched… was Miyuki crying? 'That girl will have to toughen up... or die, one or the other... the quicker the better.'</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Quieter and quieter, Maeve sat up, the itch was worse… quiet. She slipped to the door and out into the corridor. </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Whilst half a ship away one ground pounder looked Jessica over, not leering like most of the grunts would, but not concealing his interest either, for Maeve, mindless brutishness in her men was a good thing, as she made her way through the metal corridors of the ship. She was a veteran, she knew which kinds of places the worst scum would be drawn to. Someone was certain to have used a far corner of engineering room to set up a still and a secret bar – they're all too predictable. And the only thing more brainless and horny than a grunt was a drunk grunt. </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Jessica looked out into the shifting tides of hyperspace, not watching but knowing she was being watched, no good Corps Squad Leader doesn't know how to watch without looking, almost subconsciously she switched her weight to one leg, pushing out her hip and accentuating her legs, the curve of her back and bottom, at least this one could communicate in full sentences, she felt suddenly sad, but not sure she could remember why.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">The man's eyes opened wider for a moment, a little surprised at Jessica's easy display of her body. “Nick Harrington, PFC,” he said, “Private First Class” – was there a hint of resentment in his voice? He was a few years older than her, yet still a private (albeit the highest grade). Still, the way he looked at her was appreciative, and unlike most grunts, he didn't eye her with the kind of gaze usually reserved for holo-porn. “If you prefer the deck for your own, ma'am...” he began, feeling fairly confident that she didn't want him to leave. </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Jessica shifted her weight to her other leg, looking over her shoulder, not sure why she was doing this, could she be feeling lonely? "No - I don't need anything to my own" she said, finally turning and leaning against the viewing port. "What about you soldier? You have anything to your own?" </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Nick made a noise halfway between a scoff and a sigh. “Not a single thing, ma'am. You heard of Fomalhaut VI? Turns out there wasn't anything to fight, but what there was… was an alien mold, got into all the equipment. You know the quarantine steps – Evacuation, Decontamination, Purging? We had to have every single piece of equipment or personal property incinerated, then six months in quarantine, no outside contact.” He cracked a wry smile. “Only upside is, this mission can't be any worse than that one. Not that we've been told what the mission <i>is</i> yet, of course...” He took a step closer to Jessica. “What was your last mission? Or was it the kind you can't talk about?” </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
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These were done with the early Victoria 2 models before the team models were changed to Victoria 4.<br />
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These are not story spoilers, but they do give some indication of tone and direction the story is going to take. <br />
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Heres one where i was playing with mood and lighting, almost a comforting posture and attitude. (Not really part of the story mood to be honest though)<br />
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JessUnknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1343874873578756990.post-46390497886432889012011-08-14T19:28:00.039+01:002011-09-03T22:27:39.916+01:00KITE: The Team<div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: lime; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"></span></b></div><div class="" style="clear: both; color: lime; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">PhiKappa Corps data download</span></b></div><div class="" style="clear: both; color: lime; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">SigmaTau Section Leader Rand</span></b></div><div class="" style="clear: both; color: lime; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">Team Epsilon-3/7</span></b></div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: lime;">...loading...</span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: lime; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: lime; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Rand, Christina</b></span><br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtXBZmn0riIuu0Jv0-7vnltiFBO4QEG2-LnpbFP5QqbIEn1qht4qCK8wu9VfOhpKqpVm1kJCNzHi9BTbV9uTBfw-115-oWDsRRK2j5itcDL2yGMvPGhSuduESbwxwGxzJDMDYfCA8GlPc/s1600/cr8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtXBZmn0riIuu0Jv0-7vnltiFBO4QEG2-LnpbFP5QqbIEn1qht4qCK8wu9VfOhpKqpVm1kJCNzHi9BTbV9uTBfw-115-oWDsRRK2j5itcDL2yGMvPGhSuduESbwxwGxzJDMDYfCA8GlPc/s320/cr8.jpg" width="194" /></a><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Corps Number: </b>PKV-EA355-3729443</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: lime; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Rank:</b> Section Commander</span><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: lime; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Age: </b>32</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: lime; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Hair:</b> Blonde</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: lime; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Height:</b> 5'10"</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: lime; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Weight</b>: 147lbs</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: lime; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Place of Birth</b>: Cincinnati, North</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: lime; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: small;"> American Union, Earth</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: lime; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Ancestry:</b> American/European</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: lime; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Sexuality:</b> Straight</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: lime; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: lime; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Corps Acquisition:</b> Volunteer</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: lime; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Corps Assessment:</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: lime; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: small;">Effective leadership in many years of service.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: lime; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: small;">Has exhibited protective instincts towards those under her command but has reliably followed orders.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: lime;">Psyche profiles indicate she may be nearing the end of her useful service</span>.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghyphenhyphen20XrWuS5KIKp14Y_GKhVBm-N_slaFPLEEyFDTA2tNENIFFbkzK7AHApl0QGes4c2EKUR7wIvr5XXtMz1qEQhwCphHT_hboWV8I90rNKw8A4PSLxNHbsey7_tbClWGjkbb3iX-LfS3g/s1600/jt2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghyphenhyphen20XrWuS5KIKp14Y_GKhVBm-N_slaFPLEEyFDTA2tNENIFFbkzK7AHApl0QGes4c2EKUR7wIvr5XXtMz1qEQhwCphHT_hboWV8I90rNKw8A4PSLxNHbsey7_tbClWGjkbb3iX-LfS3g/s320/jt2.jpg" width="194" /></a><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Corps Number: </b>PKP-GP103-0007377</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: lime; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Rank:</b> Squad Leader</span><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: lime; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Age: </b>21</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: lime; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Hair:</b> Red</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: lime; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Height:</b> 5'4"</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: lime; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Weight</b>: 102lbs</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: lime; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Place of Birth</b>: Deva Township, </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: lime; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: small;"> Gauda Prime</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: lime; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Ancestry:</b> British</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: lime; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Sexuality:</b> Straight</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: lime; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Corps Acquisition</b>: Purchased Outright</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: lime; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: small;"> aged 13 (Settler Loan</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"> Default.)</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: lime; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Corps Assessment:</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: lime; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: small;">Effective combact performance and low level leadership.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: lime; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: small;">Reliably follows orders.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: lime; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: small;">Psyche profiles indicate tactical initiative but not inquisitiveness.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: lime; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: lime; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> </span> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: lime; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Lund, Maia</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: lime; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b> </b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: lime; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp_J_DDe6LIwSzvqwm3SMWE1YoHoPGRcQrNqjapr8Aa2VL5JzCNTRgTc3WXchlJw18lo2z1NSaAK5MZWcoV3LI27OGxFlv2N29ge5tUH9dcPsUar60CtxzZY15VsiGVc1fDxLYDevMW3I/s1600/ml1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp_J_DDe6LIwSzvqwm3SMWE1YoHoPGRcQrNqjapr8Aa2VL5JzCNTRgTc3WXchlJw18lo2z1NSaAK5MZWcoV3LI27OGxFlv2N29ge5tUH9dcPsUar60CtxzZY15VsiGVc1fDxLYDevMW3I/s320/ml1.jpg" width="194" /></a><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Corps Number: </b>PKB-KT212-9837372</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="color: lime; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Rank:</b> Corporal</span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: lime; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Age:</b> 21</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: lime; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Hair:</b> Black</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: lime; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Height:</b> 6'2"</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: lime; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Weight</b>: 136lbs</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: lime; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Place of Birth</b>: Breeding Colony KT212</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: lime; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Ancestry:</b> Breeding Stock CZ17</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: lime; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Sexuality:</b> Bi-Sexual</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: lime; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Corps Acquisition</b>: Requisitioned from </span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"> Stock </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: lime; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Corps Assessment</b>: </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: lime; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: small;">Technically excellent soldier, Maia lacks steel and ambition to progress.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: lime; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: small;">Psyche profiles suggest a lack of Affect.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: lime; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"> Meridien Nouveau</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Ancestry:</b></span><span style="font-size: small;"> African </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Sexuality:</b></span><span style="font-size: small;"> Lesbian</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Rank:</b></span><span style="font-size: small;"> Private</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Corps Acquisition</b></span><span style="font-size: small;">: Purchased Outright</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Corps Assessment</b></span><span style="font-size: small;">: </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: small;">Pending</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="color: lime; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Rank:</b> Private</span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: lime; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Age</b>: 19</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: lime; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Hair:</b> Brunette</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: lime; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Height:</b> 5'7"</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: lime; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Weight</b>: 91lbs</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: lime; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Place of Birth</b>: Kantrell Covenant </span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"> Colony</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: lime; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Ancestry:</b> American</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: lime; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Sexuality:</b> Straight </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: lime; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: lime; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Corps Acquisition</b>: Indentured age 16</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: lime; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Corps Assessment</b>: </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: lime; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: small;">Has performed adequately in first combat situations, though excessive nervousness prior to combat has been reported.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: lime; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: small;">Psyche profiles suggest a possible mental fragility, transfer to breeding stock under assessment.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: lime; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: small;">Excessive weight loss has recently been observed – a controlled feeding regime is recommended.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: lime; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="color: lime; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Rank:</b> Private</span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: lime; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Age:</b> 18</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: lime; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Hair:</b> Black</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: lime; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Height:</b> 5'6"</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: lime; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Weight</b>: 104lbs</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: lime; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Place of Birth</b>: Plathville, </span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"> Ariel Colony</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: lime; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Ancestry:</b> Japanese</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: lime; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Sexuality:</b> Unspecified</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: lime; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: lime; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Corps Acquisition</b>: Volunteer</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: lime; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Corps Assessment</b>: </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: lime; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: small;">Recently enlisted soldier, consistently near top of class in academy, despite accelerated training programme.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: lime; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: small;">Psyche profiles suggest a highly conformable personality.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: lime; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: small;">Initial performance will need to be monitored to confirm Corps suitability, following recently adopted streamlined training procedures.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: lime; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><br />
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The story will be called<br />
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<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">KITE</span></b></div><br />
I was very happy to find a single word which encompassed so many of the meanings and themes i intended to cover.<br />
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I won't explain just yet exactly why i've chosen the name... hopefully it will become clearer as the story develops.<br />
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In the meantime i'm working on the team images and character outlines... should post them imminently.<br />
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All the Best,<br />
JessUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1343874873578756990.post-86967646882265288822011-06-28T00:19:00.000+01:002011-07-17T12:56:18.532+01:00Under ConstructionHello Everyone<br />
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Just starting my blog.<br />
I'm intending to post my Sci-Fi story and associated DAZ images here, hope everyone finds them interesting.<br />
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I'm expecting the design of the blog to change a fair bit over the next few days and then get down to posting some of the story and images.<br />
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All the Best,<br />
JessicaUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0