Saving the World One Bra at a Time

Gabrielle increased the pace of the anal fucking she was giving him. She cut the bind on his right arm and watched him jack his clit for her. Gabi played the dull back of the knife slowly dragging it down his side and over his smooth hard ass.

He was getting closer, she could feel it. She could see it in his face. All he needed was some pain to throw him over the edge into a fiery hell pit of climax. She leaned forward, bucking harder into him. Gabi waited until just the right moment and bit him hard just below his knee. She hadn't shaved his leg. She felt the textures of his smooth skin and wiry hair over bone biting deeper. Her fucking was wild now. She was starting to chuckle, it was a strange exultation of what she had made out of him.

He was hers, for at least this moment he was. She was his as well, both branded by knife and suckled in blood. Her movements increased. Gabrielle growled and cut his last bind just as she felt he was coming for her.
 
Sophia gripped the chip and kept it in her clenched hand maneuvering back and forth between her hands as she got dressed. Once she did she sat down and stared at Reese. “What the fuck?” she asked him. “Sit down and let’s chat a bit, lover.” She was angry and if Reese didn’t know why then she was going to remind him real quick.

“You trust him? You son of a bitch... You trust a man that tried to rape me? A man that aimed a gun at us and was ready to kill us? You trust him. Maybe I was wrong. Maybe I fucked up again.”

She stood up and tucked the chip in her bra and glared at him. “A good guy!? He’s a fuckin’ ass.” She was shaking in anger, her fingers clenched in fists. “Have you forgotten everything? Have you forgotten the cabin and you shooting him in the leg? Have you forgotten all of that? My God. . .What the fuck is wrong with you!?”

Her eyes brimmed with unshed tears. “If you want to trust him. . .then maybe I should just leave you out of my plans on leaving. Trust him.... My God Reese. . .”
 
"Oh, it's easy to trust him once you understand the code word," Reese said, smiling still, knowing his fiance was upset and she did not like the words of trust coming out of his mouth. Reese knew he could trust Tom though, he knew it. He can trust anyone.

"They made him trustworthy, in Russia. The took the mean streak out of him. The turned him into their Tom. I didn't see it before because they told him to stay the way he is... until he got close to the primary target. Once he was alone with Gabrielle, the program would activate and he would kill her."

Reese went up to Sophia, hugging her, "So, don't you see? You're safe. You have nothing to worry about. You can trust him, he won't kill you. Just your sister."
 
The words no sooner left Reese’s mouth that Sophia was pushing him off her and running out the door and heading for the other guest house. She knew cameras were watching her, tracking her every movement, but she didn’t care. She also didn’t care where Reese was she’d called him a Son of a Bitch and left him behind, if he followed her she didn’t care or no. All that mattered to her was reaching her sister’s side.

The kitchen door was not locked and she opened it, letting the wood and glass slam back against the counter. She picked up the first weapon she could, which was a very large and very sharp chef’s knife.

Sophia didn’t stop to think what she’d be seeing, but then again all she saw in her mind was some sound or word triggering Tom at just the right moment and taking her sister’s life. She found the room that her sister was in, obvious sounds of fucking were coming from behind the door.

"Gabriella! Let me in there!!" she screamed as she tried to open the door but realized it was wedged shut.

"Now, God damn it!" she shouted again. As she pushed against the door with her shoulder.
 
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Alex’s cock jerked as he watched the two men rape his wife. He knew she was plotting a way to take him apart and he looked forward to it. After all this was their game. No, they hadn’t admitted to being spies while they were married, but they still had played what most would think of as sick sexual games. He loved dominating her, but he liked to be used too. He looked forward to the time when it was her turn. As he watched Rick fuck his wife’s mouth he flicked on one of his many monitors. He turned away from the monitor that showed his wife’s used figure and focused on his guests. He saw Mark and watched as he stripped off his pants. “That’s odd,” he thought to himself as he watched the man move cautiously with his slacks. “What’s happening there?”

He focused on another screen and the images of Gabriella ass-fucking Tom was brought up. “Well... she takes after her parents.” He smirked. Another monitor was flicked on and there was his Sophia pounding at the bedroom door that Gabriella was behind. She looked to have a weapon in her hand and he pressed a button to zoom in on her hand. The blade of the knife gleamed brightly. “They do keep a person entertained. Maybe I’ll get lucky and she’ll take care of Tom for me.”

Lastly, he looked and found Reese. “What are you up to?” he thought to himself as he watched the group of players in his house of cards.

He then turned back to his wife and waited for her to give up the locations or enjoy more stimulating conversation. He’d “rescue” her when he was ready.
 
The cacaphony of experiences overwhelmed even his own tastes. He felt the need to linger longer, let the pain set in more. She had bitten him, hard, teeth tearing through flesh and seeking out bone. He had screamed out once, before his own cock erupted between them.

He needed her to cum. God, he wished her cock was real, that he could feel the burst of seed inside his ass, the thoughts of her breeding him, using his cunt to pleasure herself, only to let him wipe away her juices with a towel.

His hand reached up to kiss her, only licking his own blood from her rosey lips.

And that is when they were so pleasently interrupted.

"Oh now," he breathed hard into her neck, his excitement rising once more, his hand trailing for the knife she still held, and his tongue just licking her fragile skin.

"I've never had the pleasure of both sisters before. What say we open up and let her play too. I don't know if she likes it rough, but we can sure teach her."
 
Come filled her mouth and pussy and anger filled her head as the two men moved away from her again. She knew they were both empty and what would come next she hadn’t a clue, but she wasn’t going to find out either. Alex either wasn’t thinking, did it on purpose, or thought she was stupid, but as the small man had gotten off in her mouth her fingers were playing with small mag-light. It was tricky to concentrate on fighting off the reactions her body was having as her cunt was used by a cock, her ass by an electric plug and her mouth by another cock, but she managed to unscrew the bottom lid and clench it between her fingers.

She wasn’t about to turn the fucking thing on and give Alex the upper hand, no she was to pissed off for that.

“The list,” the voice said in her ear again. He reached around and released the service gag and Cassandra opened and closed her mouth, swallowing saliva and more come. She took several breaths before speaking to the attacker. “You are an idiot. I don’t have to tell you shit. This is a game. A game he plays and maybe you don’t know that.”

The man leaned in very close, so close that none of the cameras could see his lips move and the microphones placed in the room couldn’t pick him up. “I know it is a game. But I changed the rules. How fast can he move against the slice to the jugular. Yes, I work for him... but I work for someone else too. Myself.” He grabbed a cloth from his pocket and shoved it in her mouth. “Think of that while I have more fun.”

He left her side and she felt something different than the knife he’d been using. She wasn’t sure what it was, but it hurt. It wasn’t until one of his associates pulled a table up to the edge of the bed that she saw what he was doing. A thin cylinder with a circular blade passed her line of vision. She watched him hit the base of it and a small chuck of her flesh dropped out of it. The instrument was one her physician had used on her years ago when she needed a biopsy on a mole. It had cut out the chunk and it had been painless at the time because of anaesthetic, it sure was not painless now.

As he made varies holes in her flesh she worked frantically, but managed to conceal her activities with the bucking of her legs. She didn’t know what the other two were doing, but she knew she had to act fast. Tears rolled down her eyes as she thought of the little stitches she would need to use. She knew Alex wasn’t aware she was being scarred. The cuts had been painful, but not deep, now though experience from her biopsy told her she’d be scarred, because the chunks would need closed up.

Once she popped the cap from the mag-lite off she wiggled the spring that was attached to the bottom of the metal and formed it into a straight strip. She then worked to release the pin inside the cuff, freeing her hand. She kept it still though, until the man came up to drop off another small chunk of tissue. It was then that her hand came up and pulled the knife he’d been using from the table and she plunged it into his throat. She then yanked it back and threw it into the jugular of one of smaller man who’d come in her mouth. The third man stood there shocked and didn’t move as she freed herself and waited for her husband to “rescue” her.

“Game’s over Alex,” she hissed knowing he could hear her.
 
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She chuckled with her teeth deep in his flesh. She shoved her "cock" deeper into his ass with her pelvis. With her left hand Gabi guided his cock so that his release hit his own face and ran down his chin. She let herself go then, her warm release flowing on, into him and around her "cock."

Gabrielle's bloody mouth released from Tom's leg.

"Mine." She growled. "You're mine."

Her golden liquid was gilding him, making the connection between them more even more solid and beautiful. Their fluids, clear, red, white and gold all came together in a mosaic of pain and pleasure they both desired most.

Her offering flowed over them both making their skin slick even where there was no blood, no cunt or cock juice. It flowed into his ass, on his balls, over pelvises and into their wounds stinging them both. The bed was a ruined battleground now. To Gabi her flow was feeling like an endless river.

She let go of his, no longer jerking sensitive cock. Swimming up his body to his face where his come had flown she let him kiss his blood off of her mouth. His spunk coated both of their faces as they merged. When the kiss broke Gabi used the index finger of her left hand to strip some of the sperm from his face. Her right hand tightened on the sharp knife which she held away from them. Licking her finger, she returned it again and used it to slip some of his cock juice on. She painted his lips with it, panting a little.

"This stuff of yours? It may have made us parents did you know that? Our first fuck on the plane, remember that?" She asked. Her blue eyes raked his face.

"Would you like to be a daddy? Do you think I should be a mother?"

The words hung there as if in space. The question was a shock to ask, she felt all shivery just from hearing her own voice speak those words. Despite her jovial sounding tone this was pivotal for them. Her eyes went wide wanting to take in all of his reaction. Gabrielle didn't want to miss a thing. This could be the telling moment or it could be nothing, only her Victor could define it.

"Gabriella! Let me in there!!" Sophie screamed as she tried to open the door but realized it was wedged shut.

"Now, God damn it!" Sophie shouted again. As she pushed against the door with her shoulder.

Gabrielle's body went from feeling satisfied and yet eager for so much more, to taunt as a piano wire cutting into a neck. Damn it! Not now! She thought.

She wanted more of what they called sex and more of what Victor might say or do. She needed more! Why were they always being interrupted? Why? She growled a little, her eyes sliding briefly to the door she had deliberately blocked with a chair instead of just locking it. Locks never held, there was always some damn emergency. She locked her eyes on his face again.

"Oh now," Tom breathed hard into her neck, his excitement rising once more, his hand trailing for the knife she still held, and his tongue just licking her fragile skin.

Shivers trailed down her neck as she breathed into it. Then exploded all over her body. She couldn't stop a smile from curling her lips and a purr like growl began.

"I've never had the pleasure of both sisters before. What say we open up and let her play too. I don't know if she likes it rough, but we can sure teach her." Tom said.

Her growl increased. She pulled her knife hand away from his and suddenly that hand was at his throat threatening to end him.

"No matter how much I love you, remember this, if you EVER try to hurt my sister again, I'll fucking kill you. DO YOU HEAR ME? You can hurt me all you want, I'd like you to, but hurt her or our baby, if there is one, and I'll kill you in a blink. It won't be slow and painful. I know you'd enjoy that. No, it will be fast and cold, no satisfaction, that's better than you or I deserve." Gabrielle growled all feral sounding.

"Hold your horses Soph!" She yelled, sounding suddenly lighthearted and sweet but her eyes still were locked on him. Gabi felt she'd laid it all out now. All her cards were on the table. It was his turn if he wanted to be in the game or if he wanted to fold it would all hinge on what he did or said next.

"We are a little indisposed." She said sounding carefree when she was anything but.

She pulled the plastic salt shaker out of Tom's ass and winked at him. The other hand was still holding the knife at his throat.

"Did you say something about sandy cunts darling? You should be careful what you ask for." She wondered if any of the salt in the shaker had found it's way into his ass. She'd dumped the salt out and rinsed it but there could be some left. It would serve his smart mouth right if he was feeling it. Hell, he'd enjoy that anyway, a painful little memento of a good time was always a lovely parting gift. The long fluted plastic cylinder got bigger as it went down making for a lovely gradually wider fucking tool with interesting texture. She wondered just why it was in the bathroom of the guest house. Maybe someone had been doing tequila shots or something, it really didn't matter, it had served their purpose well.

"Do we have an understanding?" She asked him hoping that she wouldn't have to end him here and break her own heart in the process.
 
"Oh precious... you really shouldn't threaten when you're weak like this."

He could feel it, Gabrielle's thrust against him, those muscles keeping him down. He could feel how weak they were, shaking from his own strength.

With one thrust he pushed her hard against Gabriellethe wall, The knife between them, her hand on it, trying to push towards him, and his own over hers, doing the exact same. They were at some weird point of either fucking, killing, or letting go.

Tom had no desire to do either one, but something in the back of his mind was screaming for the latter.

"She's the one who came to us, sis. Don't you ever fucking threaten me because I want to play with her. I was only asking for your sake. I'm yours now, not hers or anyone else's. I fuck who you tell me too, Mistress. If you want me to leave her the fuck alone, just say so... don't you ever fucking threaten me again."

Tom kicked the chair out with his leg. It shatttered against the far wall, the door now open.

"Come on in, Sophia... we were just chatting."

He moved the knife closer to her throat.
 
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Sophia heard the crashing of whatever was blocking the door and she went in. Her eyes flashed with a mixture of anger and fear. She saw the blade against her sister's throat and immediately recalled Reese's words. Her own blade came up and like some sick Mexican stand off she pointed the tip into the flesh of his balls. "Let her go, or you will lose a lot."

She wondered if Reese had caught up with her or not. "I was told you were sent her to kill her... seems you were. Fuck um or Rape um... before you do them in huh?" she sneered as she pressed the weapon deeper, nicking his skin.

Her eyes shifted to Gabriella and she hissed through clenched teeth, "You okay...besides this ass and his toy?"

There were thousands of reasons to kill him running through her head, but only one that forced her not too. She didn't know how her sister felt about the trash she was holding at knife point... and sadly, that mattered to her.
 
Gabi looked fierce holding the knife on her Victor. She meant what she said too, every word even though it hurt her to say some things, she'd finally done it.

Her energy had been waning for a while. She tried to hide it. She hated it and herself for feeling weak but if she were pregnant that was why. When he pushed her back and held the knife at her throat she merely smiled at him while she loathed herself. A little hiss escaped her body as he pushed against her.

Mistress? Had he just called her that? What did that mean to him, she wondered. But her lips curled up into a Cheshire cat grin at hearing that he belonged to her.

"Okay then leave her the fuck alone darling." She purred at him. Gabi leaned a bit closer to him, into the knife.

She might have done more if she had the energy, if she wasn't thinking about the child she might carry inside her and if her beautiful sunshine sister were there with a knife at Tom's jewels. The same jewels that might have made her be in a family way.

It wasn't supposed to happen. All the spies were put on birth control and inoculated against diseases but even the most reliable birth control sometimes failed. She wondered about her implant. It would need to be tested. She'd fucked all over the world and never gotten pregnant before. Still what else would explain the nausea, the weakness, dizziness, hunger, uber sensitive breasts and near constant exhaustion?

The Rambaldi device! It had cured her! It had restored her health completely and not just hers but Sophia's, Tom's and Reese's. She'd been made brand new in a way. After it went off she had a strong urge to fuck. Why hadn't anyone else? Maybe the device had insured Tom's sperm met her egg? Maybe it had done something to that child if it had done so much to her? She needed to see some data and some medical people. Hell she had to do that anyway because dear old Dad had blown up the clinic and any hope of a cure. If only she wasn't so tired.

"Sophia, don't worry, he won't kill me. Will you?" She asked him. Something in her eyes showed a unshakable trust in him and something else seemed to beg for death.

"I'm fine Sophia!" She said loudly. Gabi took a huffy breath and then sighed.

"We are all just fine but I'm very tired and I need off this island. We are supposed to save the world not hang out at Daddy's Island like little bitches. Honestly, I can't figure out why I even came in the first place."

She closed her eyes too tired to even think anymore. Her skin on his, both so wet and hot but cooling made her feel grounded, solid but she was just so weary. She felt like she could sleep for a hundred years. If only her sister and lover weren't trying to hurt each other.
 
Reese had come into the room, walking at a bit more leisurely pace than Sophia. He paused, long enough to see the broken fragments of the chair scattered about. He held an iced tea in one hand, the condensation on it running down the glass.

Reese even paused long enough to put two ice cubes in it.

It wasn't until he saw Sophia and Tom so close to Gabrielle, and everyone desperate for some sort of mortal end before he said anything. His eyes went wild, scared.

"Wait... stop, everyone. You don't want to hurt the baby."

Why must it always come to fighting and pain? Couldn't they just get along? He thought they could, sighing as he drank from his glass, but apparently he was wrong.
 
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Tom couldn't pull the knife away. He wanted to, he felt he should. The moment had gotten too real, and the other knife stuck in his own genitals made him think that perhaps they should save their playing for another day.

But, when he went to pull away, something held him there. The knife shook, and then stretched across her neck, enough to draw blood.

He couldn't pull away, not yet.

Something in the back of his head told him not too. A voice calling out in the darkness, soothing him because he had been soo cold, and soo alone. It had a russian accent, and it was his Sophia, his Gabrielle. She had saved him from death on one condition.

This condition.

The knife pressed harder, "We're getting serious now, aren't we lover."

He never felt such a strong urge to pull away and push at the same time. Two parts of him fighting, and the soothing voice in the middle stroking his ego like some fat cock inside his head, urging him to cum.

The knife once more shook in his unsteady hand, too close to her throat. The thin droplet of blood running down her cool naked body like a lover.
 
Sophia felt the shock of Reese’s words slam into her, but she refused to allow the words of a child cut into her. Right now her sister’s life was what mattered and the life of the child was nothing if Tom sliced her sister’s throat.

“Reese you said there was a word. Fuckin’ use it. Now!” she demanded. She ignored her sister's words, something telling her nothing Gabi said would shut down the monster inside Tom.

“Thomas,” she hissed as she watched the knife draw first blood. Her own weapon didn’t hesitate and the tip eased into the soft flesh under his balls and blood streamed down. “That will be the only kid you Sire or at least the last one. Now, let her go.”

She pressed harder, opening the wound more. “Remember... you tried to rape me, so cutting your balls off and stuffing them in your mouth sounds very inviting right now.”
 
Alex watched the monitor that had his daughters interact with their lovers and anger raged inside him. He picked up the phone and dialed down to his men. “Now... yes I know I was going to do it while they were sleeping. Do it NOW!”

He watched the windows of the guest house become covered in steel that dropped down. The doors were slammed down in the same manner and the rooms suddenly began to fill with a colorless, harmless, and odorless gas. Eventually they’d drop like sleeping flies and then his team would move in.

His attention moved back to Cassandra and his eyes grew wide as he watched the men fall dead. He stood up and rushed into the room. His eyes took in the carnage and he stared at his wife’s bloody form. He knew the scalpel was to be used, but he’d also given strict instructions on depth. What littered her body was not from a scalpel.

It took no more than a breath escaping the third man’s lungs for his life to end. Alex’s bullet buried itself into his brain and the man dropped to the floor. “Lay still... Cass and I’ll clean you up.”

The anger in her face was evident and his heart tore. “I’m sorry baby. You can do whatever you want to me - let me take care of you.”

He stepped to her and slid his hands around her legs and back, lifting her to him. “Anything ... I’m yours to bleed.”

They left the room and he made his way to his bedroom where he laid her down on the center of the sheets, not caring about the blood that would stain the bedding.
 
Gabi's eyes got a little strained looking at Tom. Something was wrong. Everything should be as right as it ever could be but something was wrong.

Reese knew about the baby she wasn't even sure she was carrying? How could he know? Or was Sophia pregnant too?

"Don't hurt him too much Sophie, he likes it, you don't want him to like it." She said smiling a bit too wide.

"Hey Victor, you're mine remember? Kill me, kiss me but either way, you're still mine, you said so yourself." Gabrielle said, she leaned into the knife letting it cut into her, the blood was running hot down her neck. It cooled the further away from her neck it got. All that blood was so precious and could be saving lives but it wasn't, it was merely leaking out of her.

She kissed him loving the pain, loving the danger and loving him.

Unfortunately for Gabi, when the gas started pouring into the room she fell even further onto the blade, unconscious.
 
She heard her sister's voice through a fog that seemed to thicken around her and she tried to talk to her, but her voice came out muffled or so it seemed. Maybe it was her ears... she wasn't sure. Her head seemed to sway as did the rest of her. She gripped the blade tighter wondering if perhaps Tom had somehow tricked her... or perhaps Reese.

Sophia’s eyes felt heavy as she pressed the sharp blade further along Tom’s testicles. She saw out of the corner of her eyes, her sister start to slump. She dropped her weapon and tried to catch her sibling, but only reached out and caressed air. Her eyes rolled back and she fell against the door and her head connected with the knob.

Her legs buckled and she pitched forward. Once she landed she found herself staring up at the ceiling before her head slammed against the floor. The last thing she saw was blood and she wasn’t sure whose it was anymore... Tom’s or Gabriella’s.
 
She heard him enter the room and stared at him. She watched in silence as he shot and killed the third man and she said nothing as he lifted her and carried her to his bedroom. Her eyes were full of hurt, anger, confusion, pain, and strangely for some, but not for her or for him... arousal.

Her body felt used, just like he’d wanted it to feel. She felt as if her pussy had been plowed by every man in her company, though it hadn’t been. Her jaw hurt and her throat was dry and salty from the come of her "rapists".


Her eyes closed and she heard words whispered in her ear. Promises of torture he would allow her to do to him. Yes... she’d torture him. She’d find his weakness... she knew ways to hurt him, but she’d never found the true source of pain that he hated.

She just wanted to sleep.

“Your turn...” she whispered before a deep calming rest claimed her.
 
"This wasn't supposed to happen for a few hours," Reese said, disappointed the situation did not get resolved. They seemed so close to finally ending all of the hate and pain between them. They were just one group sitting with cookies and milk away from being a happy family once more.

Reese went for the bed, picking out a pillow. He laid down on the floor, picking out a nice spot. The drugs did the rest.

He slept peacefully.
 
Tom fell to the floor, blood coming out of him in several spots. They pooled around him. Dark red blood staining the carpet. The knife, dropped so carelessly by Sophia lay at his feet. He did not see it, or even feel its razor edge when his body collapsed on it. The slicing of flesh sure did sting. It comforted him as the layers of unconscious slowly collapsed around him.
 
The phone on Alex’s bedside table flashed red and he stared down at the now sleeping figure of his wife. He picked up the phone, signaling for his physician to begin. He listened to the words of his people that were collecting the unconscious bodies that littered his guest house floor.

“We have a situation...” a voice told him. He listened as he was told of the slice that had gone through his daughter’s skin. It flowed steadily they said, so he knew no major arteries had been severed.

“You know what to do...” he told the caller. He continued to listen to the report as he watched his doctor slowly begin to repair the holes on his wife’s thighs. His fist curled at his side and he growled into the phone. “I don’t care if he keeps his god-damn balls or not castrate the fucker for all I care. How’s Sophia?” he asked.

“Good...Reese?” he smirked as he heard that report too.

“Great... I was planning on doing that while they slept, but do it now. I want the devices implanted in their rear molars, all but Tom. No, drug them enough to have them sleep till morning. Put Sophia in bed with Reese, but pull a pint from her. I want Gabriella up at the main house. Tom... drown his ass in the fuckin’ ocean... No wait, Gab will hate me. Leave Tom in the guest house and put the implant in him too. I’ll leave his family jewels in your hands.” He hung up the phone and returned to Cassandra’s side to talk to the doctor.

“Gabriella will be here soon. Take a pint from Cass and then get down to the main floor. Fix up Gabriella and pull a pint from her. When Cass wakes up I’ll not be here. It’s time for me to sit back and watch the world spin. I’ll know where each one of them is. I’ve known where Cassandra was since her first dental work after she decided to fake her own death... fuckin’ cunt.”

He walked out of the room and back to his office. They’d harvest his daughters’ blood and he’d make millions from the vaccine. He was already sending the letters to the governments that were not as affected. The less wealthy ones would either find a way... or slowly die. He didn’t care. When you were out to rule the world, numbers didn’t count when it came to third world countries. It was how much the players had that mattered and he knew who was willing to pay and who wasn’t.

It was always there in the back of his mind. Get the girls together and have them “save the world”. He couldn’t let some sick fuck control the vaccine or some government official that was out to help spread world peace. No... he'd already had it sold to the highest bidder.

Alex made the final arrangements for the blood to be seperated and turned into a vaccine. It would then be distributed to his associates. In the morning when everyone woke up... he'd be gone.

He headed to his office to make arrangements for his departure, knowing someone had already cleared the bodies from his special room.
 
It was a groggy morning that Cassandra awoke up to. Her body felt a mixture of undercurrents of pain along with a well nights sleep. She closed her eyes and breathed in the scent of Alex. He surrounded her and for a minute she was lost in the past. It wasn’t until she moved her legs and felt the small pulls of skin across her thighs that she remembered what had happened.

Her eyes opened and she threw the sheets off. She looked down on the small threads that littered her skin and cursed. She examined them closely and sighed a brief sigh of relief. Whoever his surgeon was had been kind enough to use enough stitches and make them tiny enough that the gaping holes were closed tight, very little scars if any would be seen.

Nevertheless she was still angry. She looked around and noticed a woman in the corner, a nurse perhaps. She called out to her and the woman rose and walked to her side. “Tell Him I’m awake and will see him now.”

The woman just stared at her, bit her lower lip and muttered something before leaving.

Cassandra eyed her as she left. “She didn’t say gone? ... did she?” she asked herself.
 
Sophia stretched out long legs that were tangled with another’s and she pressed her naked body against that of another’s. She purred and then slipped her hand around the man’s waist. Her lips trailed wet kisses along his ribs and she made her way up to his chin. A vague dream pulled at her, but she dismissed it for the time being.

Dreams were something she had often and so she would analyze it later, right now she had a fiancé to wake up. “Hey, you.”

She moved her body over his and slid down to settle herself between his legs. She pinched his inner thigh and ran her tongue up to his balls. “Reese, baby... wake up or I’ll not bother fucking you with my lips. . .” she licked his member again.

There was a nagging feeling that she was forgetting something, but she refused to allow it to fog her horny state. She wanted her lover and she wanted him very hard and very fast. The fog in her mind would wait... couldn’t it?
 
The lack of anything was soothing. Life was far too complicated. The sudden lassitude of consciousness rippled the black void as she thought about that and she felt pain.

Sweet pain was always something she could rely on. It told her she was indeed alive. It was what she could accept and feel best. Life was simple when reduced to this.

Usually life was also made clearer and brighter via pain but not this time. This time things were still dark. The needle in her right arm burned and itched a little. She wanted to snatch it out. She wanted to open her eyes. The hiss of machinery, the binds and hoses she could feel said she was a prisoner in a hospital again. Gabi was outraged but also relieved. Hopefully, they would take what they needed to help save the world.

The baby, she thought to herself, if there is a baby, it had better be all right. She wanted to open her eyes but the lids were too heavy. She wanted to fight. Her body was so limp she knew it wasn't possible right now. I hate feeling so weak she thought. She drifted back out to the dark, cool void again.
 
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