Alice2015
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Ty and Rita:
Rita nodded confirmation of Ty's order to go see the doctor regarding her wound, grasped his arm with one hand, and with the index of the other hand wrote her response: A.T.F.E.R. She looked to past his goggles to his eyes for understanding, then suddenly realized that in the excitement of all that was happening, she'd spelled it wrong. She ran the fingers of her free hand over his arm as if erasing her error and spelled the word correctly, shrugging to end the exchange.
She mostly just stood back and watched as Ty rummaged through the cabinet. Seeing everything waft through the water to the floor caused her some anxiety; Rita was pretty sure that the man hadn't intended that, but it wasn't as if they dealt with these sorts of situations every day.
Honestly, though, maybe Ty had. Rita knew he'd been in the Marines prior to Space Force and, obviously, the bunker. She knew virtually nothing about what the various branches of the military did. She hadn't been a current events kind of girl growing up, the daughter of pacifist parents who didn't watch television and only listened to radio -- and later internet -- programming that shied away from reports of the violence plaguing the world. Oh, she wasn't naive about such things; Rita knew and understood the horrors out there in the world. She simply didn't spend time each day keeping up on who was killing whom over what limited resource or ideology.
Soon, Rita's arms were filled with boxes of whatever Ty thought was important. When gestured to depart the room, she tried to swim but found that the weight was overwhelming. She returned to her feet, leaned forward as if fighting a hurricane force wind, and let the gravity that was trying to pull her downward propel her forward with her bare feet taking careful steps across the tile.
At the stairwell again, Rita rearranged the boxes so that she could support them in one arm, drew another couple of deep breaths, and spit out the mouthpiece. With her free hand, she grasped the stair's handrail and began walking up. It was slow and torturous, not because she was becoming short of air but because she so badly didn't want to fail Ty by dropping any of what he given her.
As her head popped out of the water and she caught sight of Marcia sitting on the steps with a midpoint of the air hoses in her hands, Rita gasped for breath and said, "Take these! Hurry, before I lose them!"
The cook jumped into action, securing the load about the time that Ty arrived and immediately ordered, “Doctor. Now.”
"What happened?" Marcia inquired, adding with concern, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing," Rita tried to say with a convincing tone. "I just cut myself a little bit."
The young thing turned a bit, flashing her thigh at the cook. Marcia's eyes and mouth opened wide as she exclaimed, "Jesus!"
Rita looked down to discover the reason for the other woman's excitement. The cold-as-fuck water had hidden the true extent of the damage: a six- or seven-inch-long laceration that was now bleeding all down the side of Rita's legs. As she looked up to Marcia, then Ty, all the now panicked Rita could say was, "Oh..."
"C'm'on, girl, you're coming with me," Marcia said, grabbing the other woman and urging her up the stairs.
Halfway up the first flight, while still within Ty's line of sight, Rita looked back over her shoulder, smiled, and said with a happy tone, "Good working with you again, Lieutenant. See you soon?"
Marcia couldn't help but laugh as she hurried the both of them upwards. More to herself than to Rita, she said, "Jesus, girl. What goes on in that pretty little head of yours, I just don't know."
"I'm going to give my virginity to Lieutenant Collins tonight," Rita said with a matter-of-fact tone.
Marcia stopped them suddenly, looking the other woman in the face. Rita only smiled wide to her. Again, they started up the stairs as the cook pointed out, "Not if you bleed to death first."
As they continued up the several flights, Rita was suddenly recounting her encounter with Ty in the showers, where he'd fingered her to the greatest orgasm of her life; and afterwards, when she'd initiated a titty fuck and pearl necklace while Ty was sitting on her bed and she was on her knees before him.
Again, Marcia couldn't help but laugh. "Titty fuck ... pearl necklace? I'm shocked you even know those terms."
"I learned them," Rita said proudly, "at university."
"And yet you're still a virgin today," Marcia pointed out. "Amazing."
They arrived at the Infirmary just as Leslie -- now up and about -- was putting the transfer container of Greg's semen into a container of liquid nitrogen; Alice -- standing nearby and again wearing latex gloves -- caught sight of the bloodied Rita and called out, "What the fuck happened to you?"
As Marcia and Alice got the youngest of the women to a chair and began tending to her wound, Rita told all about the adventure she and Ty had had with a joy that showed no fear about what could have happened. Leslie joined them, telling Rita she needed stitches and retrieving what she needed to get the job done.
"I'm going to give my virginity to Lieutenant Collins tonight," Rita once again blurted out as if telling them that she was going to the fair or taking a trip to the mall to buy a new dress. This time, though, her face filled with horror as the other three women looked between one another with knowing expressions. Rita looked to the Doctor, who had paused in her first aid a moment before returning to her work, and told her with a sincere tone, "Oh, Leslie ... I'm sorry. I ... I didn't mean to ... I mean--"
"It's alright, Rita," Ty's lover responded. "The Lieutenant and I..." Leslie glanced up at Alice, then Marcia, and said, "Really, I'd rather not talk about this right now."
The room went eerily quiet, the silence broken when Leslie asked, "How about y'all leave me alone with my patient."
Alice and Marcia departed, leaving the other two women to the work at hand. Again, there was silence for the longest time as Leslie sewed up Rita's wound. The Doctor told her, "I'm using small, precise stitches. You'll hardly even notice the scar after it's fully healed." She glanced up at Rita, smiling as she said, "You're too pretty a girl to have a big ugly scar."
"Thank you," Rita said, smiling and blushing. The joy faded, and she again apologized, "I'm sorry ... you know, about Ty. I can ... you know, not have sexual intercourse with--"
"No!" Leslie cut her Rita off, looking her directly in the eyes. She considered her words a moment, then said, "I want your first time to be special. Ty will make it special. I'm sure of it. I trust him to treat you the way you deserve to be treated." She hesitated a moment, then -- with a feigned tone of sincerity -- said, "Besides, I'm planning on taking a run at our new male. I mean, doncha just love that accent? I get wet just listening to him talk."
Rita didn't know how to react to this, so she simply kept quiet and continued grimacing through the stitching of her thigh. From what she'd heard and seen, Leslie was very much in love with Ty, even if they'd only been a thing for a handful of days. Rita didn't believe for a moment that her fucking Kirk was as casual a thing to do as Leslie was making it out to be.
But if it meant that the Doctor was fine with her opening her thighs -- one injured, one not -- to the gorgeous hunk of a Lieutenant, then Rita was more than willing to take Leslie's words at face value.
"Done," the Doctor announced as she applied a bandage and taped it in place. "Now, you need to stay off of it for a couple of days. Let it heal." She hesitated, recalling the virgin's earlier proclamation, then warned, "No sex! Not tonight. You've been saving yourself for, what, 21 years?"
"22," Rita corrected. "I'll be 23 in--"
"Point is," Leslie interrupted, "if you want your first time to be the best, it can't be while your leg is bleeding all over your mattress. Delay this for a couple of days. Ty isn't going anywhere. He's stuck down here like the rest of us."
They talked more about Rita's wound before she headed out to find Ty and see if there was anything more he needed from her, despite Leslie telling her as she left, "Straight to your room, little girl. Get off your feet."
"Yes, Doc," Rita confirmed, knowing full well that she wasn't going to do as told. If Ty needed help, she was going to offer it; if he didn't, then she might go to her room ... and masturbate.
Rita nodded confirmation of Ty's order to go see the doctor regarding her wound, grasped his arm with one hand, and with the index of the other hand wrote her response: A.T.F.E.R. She looked to past his goggles to his eyes for understanding, then suddenly realized that in the excitement of all that was happening, she'd spelled it wrong. She ran the fingers of her free hand over his arm as if erasing her error and spelled the word correctly, shrugging to end the exchange.
She mostly just stood back and watched as Ty rummaged through the cabinet. Seeing everything waft through the water to the floor caused her some anxiety; Rita was pretty sure that the man hadn't intended that, but it wasn't as if they dealt with these sorts of situations every day.
Honestly, though, maybe Ty had. Rita knew he'd been in the Marines prior to Space Force and, obviously, the bunker. She knew virtually nothing about what the various branches of the military did. She hadn't been a current events kind of girl growing up, the daughter of pacifist parents who didn't watch television and only listened to radio -- and later internet -- programming that shied away from reports of the violence plaguing the world. Oh, she wasn't naive about such things; Rita knew and understood the horrors out there in the world. She simply didn't spend time each day keeping up on who was killing whom over what limited resource or ideology.
Soon, Rita's arms were filled with boxes of whatever Ty thought was important. When gestured to depart the room, she tried to swim but found that the weight was overwhelming. She returned to her feet, leaned forward as if fighting a hurricane force wind, and let the gravity that was trying to pull her downward propel her forward with her bare feet taking careful steps across the tile.
At the stairwell again, Rita rearranged the boxes so that she could support them in one arm, drew another couple of deep breaths, and spit out the mouthpiece. With her free hand, she grasped the stair's handrail and began walking up. It was slow and torturous, not because she was becoming short of air but because she so badly didn't want to fail Ty by dropping any of what he given her.
As her head popped out of the water and she caught sight of Marcia sitting on the steps with a midpoint of the air hoses in her hands, Rita gasped for breath and said, "Take these! Hurry, before I lose them!"
The cook jumped into action, securing the load about the time that Ty arrived and immediately ordered, “Doctor. Now.”
"What happened?" Marcia inquired, adding with concern, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing," Rita tried to say with a convincing tone. "I just cut myself a little bit."
The young thing turned a bit, flashing her thigh at the cook. Marcia's eyes and mouth opened wide as she exclaimed, "Jesus!"
Rita looked down to discover the reason for the other woman's excitement. The cold-as-fuck water had hidden the true extent of the damage: a six- or seven-inch-long laceration that was now bleeding all down the side of Rita's legs. As she looked up to Marcia, then Ty, all the now panicked Rita could say was, "Oh..."
"C'm'on, girl, you're coming with me," Marcia said, grabbing the other woman and urging her up the stairs.
Halfway up the first flight, while still within Ty's line of sight, Rita looked back over her shoulder, smiled, and said with a happy tone, "Good working with you again, Lieutenant. See you soon?"
Marcia couldn't help but laugh as she hurried the both of them upwards. More to herself than to Rita, she said, "Jesus, girl. What goes on in that pretty little head of yours, I just don't know."
"I'm going to give my virginity to Lieutenant Collins tonight," Rita said with a matter-of-fact tone.
Marcia stopped them suddenly, looking the other woman in the face. Rita only smiled wide to her. Again, they started up the stairs as the cook pointed out, "Not if you bleed to death first."
As they continued up the several flights, Rita was suddenly recounting her encounter with Ty in the showers, where he'd fingered her to the greatest orgasm of her life; and afterwards, when she'd initiated a titty fuck and pearl necklace while Ty was sitting on her bed and she was on her knees before him.
Again, Marcia couldn't help but laugh. "Titty fuck ... pearl necklace? I'm shocked you even know those terms."
"I learned them," Rita said proudly, "at university."
"And yet you're still a virgin today," Marcia pointed out. "Amazing."
They arrived at the Infirmary just as Leslie -- now up and about -- was putting the transfer container of Greg's semen into a container of liquid nitrogen; Alice -- standing nearby and again wearing latex gloves -- caught sight of the bloodied Rita and called out, "What the fuck happened to you?"
As Marcia and Alice got the youngest of the women to a chair and began tending to her wound, Rita told all about the adventure she and Ty had had with a joy that showed no fear about what could have happened. Leslie joined them, telling Rita she needed stitches and retrieving what she needed to get the job done.
"I'm going to give my virginity to Lieutenant Collins tonight," Rita once again blurted out as if telling them that she was going to the fair or taking a trip to the mall to buy a new dress. This time, though, her face filled with horror as the other three women looked between one another with knowing expressions. Rita looked to the Doctor, who had paused in her first aid a moment before returning to her work, and told her with a sincere tone, "Oh, Leslie ... I'm sorry. I ... I didn't mean to ... I mean--"
"It's alright, Rita," Ty's lover responded. "The Lieutenant and I..." Leslie glanced up at Alice, then Marcia, and said, "Really, I'd rather not talk about this right now."
The room went eerily quiet, the silence broken when Leslie asked, "How about y'all leave me alone with my patient."
Alice and Marcia departed, leaving the other two women to the work at hand. Again, there was silence for the longest time as Leslie sewed up Rita's wound. The Doctor told her, "I'm using small, precise stitches. You'll hardly even notice the scar after it's fully healed." She glanced up at Rita, smiling as she said, "You're too pretty a girl to have a big ugly scar."
"Thank you," Rita said, smiling and blushing. The joy faded, and she again apologized, "I'm sorry ... you know, about Ty. I can ... you know, not have sexual intercourse with--"
"No!" Leslie cut her Rita off, looking her directly in the eyes. She considered her words a moment, then said, "I want your first time to be special. Ty will make it special. I'm sure of it. I trust him to treat you the way you deserve to be treated." She hesitated a moment, then -- with a feigned tone of sincerity -- said, "Besides, I'm planning on taking a run at our new male. I mean, doncha just love that accent? I get wet just listening to him talk."
Rita didn't know how to react to this, so she simply kept quiet and continued grimacing through the stitching of her thigh. From what she'd heard and seen, Leslie was very much in love with Ty, even if they'd only been a thing for a handful of days. Rita didn't believe for a moment that her fucking Kirk was as casual a thing to do as Leslie was making it out to be.
But if it meant that the Doctor was fine with her opening her thighs -- one injured, one not -- to the gorgeous hunk of a Lieutenant, then Rita was more than willing to take Leslie's words at face value.
"Done," the Doctor announced as she applied a bandage and taped it in place. "Now, you need to stay off of it for a couple of days. Let it heal." She hesitated, recalling the virgin's earlier proclamation, then warned, "No sex! Not tonight. You've been saving yourself for, what, 21 years?"
"22," Rita corrected. "I'll be 23 in--"
"Point is," Leslie interrupted, "if you want your first time to be the best, it can't be while your leg is bleeding all over your mattress. Delay this for a couple of days. Ty isn't going anywhere. He's stuck down here like the rest of us."
They talked more about Rita's wound before she headed out to find Ty and see if there was anything more he needed from her, despite Leslie telling her as she left, "Straight to your room, little girl. Get off your feet."
"Yes, Doc," Rita confirmed, knowing full well that she wasn't going to do as told. If Ty needed help, she was going to offer it; if he didn't, then she might go to her room ... and masturbate.