Saving the World One Bra at a Time

"If this is what marriage is all about, I can get used to it.'

Reese yawned himself awake, the morning light that shone through silhouetted Sophia over him. He looked through sleepy eyes at her slim frame bending over him, her eyes wild with something on the verge of lust.

His cock, which seemed to have woken up long before him, now strained with an urgancy to be somewhere. It didn't matter where, so long as it was wet and tight. Reese looked at the wonderful woman below him, and could think of a few places to put it.

"You always were a good girl," He said, his cock slipping between her soft rosy lips. He pushed up, his hips arcing on the bed for just a moment, the need to be inside her even greater. He let himself go though, awaiting her own pace.

Sophia was in charge now. His cock waited, patiently, dripping with salive and pre-cum, stirring like some young puppy eager to chase the stick. If his dick had a tail, it would be wagging like crazy.

"It is all yours, Sophia," He said, staring down at her.
 
The world had gone hazy, some foggy determined sector life that that had no yet been determined. It was as if he were in some video game, and he'd someone gone off the grid. The game designers had only written so much program for the character to run around in, the rest of it was just empty space.

Tom had fallen into one of those jagged pieces of empty space, where God was cursed with writing on the walls.

He puked again, nothing coming up this time. Saliva and hot air. God, his whole body felt on fire. Sweat poured off of him like some three dollar whore sitting at church in her Sunday best. Those cruel eyes and menacing smiles gathering around to mock him in front of Our Lord and Savior. Jesus loves you all, except you fucking three dollar whore, you're going straight to hell in a handbasket.

He leaned over the toilet, hoping he would just throw his stomach up and be done with it. Have the thing wretch into the bowl, he could flush it down like so many other useless items.

The blood still ran on the tile floor. He stared at it, between his legs. The sac had ripped open, the fine stitching gone, ancient and retired on the floor, where a drying puddle of blood could still be seen.

Whoever they were, they'd done a good job. They had cut him up nice and fine, turned him into one of those fucking mannequin's. Sure, looks like a man from the outside, but underneath those clothes?

Underneath he was a fucking Ken doll.

"Oh god," He'd ripped it open out of hatred, or maybe fear. He didn't know, he ripped it open because it was there, and he didn't like to see such fine precisioned work on cutting him up and turning him into some transvestite for the world to ridicule.

Whoever did this, he would get his revenge. He would plow through whatever he had to. This was worse than personal, this was fucking lunatic. They'd cut off his balls and left him to rot.

He tried to get up, got to his knees, blood dropping to the ground beneath his legs, before he collapsed in front of the toilet again, hurling up more nothing on the inside.

No... there was something this time, something he hadn't seen before.

Bright pink, but showing.

He was puking up blood now.

"Oh, God..."
 
She giggled. Giggled, she thought to herself. She didn’t giggle. She laughed or chuckled, but giggled. Sophia grabbed his cock and slid her mouth over it. Her eyes locked with Reese and as she took him deeper she kept staring at him. He was all she’d ever wanted in a man. He was hot. Horny. Strong. Dependable. . .Wasn’t he? She shrugged her shoulders, closed her eyes, adjusted her jaw and deep-throated him without another thought on anything but feeling the rush of blood flow through his cock.

She sucked hard, enjoying the feeling of the blood pumping through him, forcing his dick to grow more hard and more full of life. Yes she’d wake him up every morning like this if she could. Her between his legs, sucking him off, or maybe just straddling him and riding out his morning hard on. Either way she was loving where she was at now.

Sophia angled her had and dropped her mouth down again. Once more she welcomed his length down her slick mouth and swallowed up the heady drops of pre cum. Her hand went to explore his balls and she rolled them gently, then with a bit more pressure. She squeezed the twin spheres, fucked them with teasing strokes and firm presses while she rolled her tongue over the sides of his shaft.

Occasionally she’d slip her mouth up the entire length, lick the head and then roll just her lips over the swollen tip. Up and down she’d move, her hand taking the place of her mouth, jerking his stiff member before she was driven to lust and dropped down on him again. She worshiped the object of her pussy’s desire and wanted to fuck him all morning. She’d be happy to stay in that bed and feel him covering her with his seeds. Bathing in them. God how she missed that.

She looked back at him, licking up and down his tool and squeezing his balls while she did it. “When you’re ready baby, I want you to pull me off your cock and cover me with your come,” she growled, not knowing or caring where the little slut in her came from, she just wanted to welcome it for the time being. She took him in again, suckling with a hunger that flowed in every vein.
 
He didn't know how she did it, but she sucked cock like a goddess. It was as if she had been training for this all her life, envied it, enjoyed it, needed it. He supposed she did, and he did as well. His back arched in anticipation as she swallowed him whole.

Her mouth was just too hot and too warm for him to handle, not after how long it had been since the last time. If he'd already cum once, he could have sat back, pumped himself deep into her mouth and waiting for that slow and steady release to bing them both pleasure.

But, instead, with her and the perfect way she was, and with him and his sad imperfections, he was ready way too soon.

He pulled out, just as he asked, grabbing her hair and pulled it back, shooting his cum all over her. Her rosy lips and high defined cheeks, those beautiful perky nipples, and soft ivory skin. She was covered in his seed, completely.

"You look beautiful," he said, staring down at her, wanting to take her now. She looked good enough to eat, and he was hungry. This just made him want more, and more.

"Lay down, spread your legs..."
 
She stayed in bed for twenty minutes before she got up and pulled on a robe. She tied the sash and left the bedroom. She knew there were eyes watching her, but something told her they weren’t Alex’s. Her steps took her down an elaborately decorated hall and down a flight of stairs. She saw no one. A sense of dread filled her. Where was the nurse she’d seen? Where was her husband?

Cassandra walked down another hall and came to a door. She tried to open it, but the lock held fast. She pounded and got no answer. She turned around and headed back, trying to remember how to get to Alex’s office. The eerie silence filled her and she felt a sense of panic threaten to appear. She swallowed it.

Once she made to her husband’s office. She stared at the vile door that had taken her to his “special room.” “My turn to play,” she muttered to herself, though her words were for the husband she couldn’t find. She sat behind his desk and began typing commands into his computer. She wasn’t a whiz at breaking codes, but she wasn’t as dumb as a box of rocks either. It would take her some time, but eventually she’d figure out where her hubby went as well as everyone else.

She broke through one wall and was able to gain access to the computer screens. Monitors started lighting up and she was soon staring at her daughters and their lovers.
 
Alex phoned the doctor that had been left behind. “Fill me in.”

“Teresa left Sir, and my boat will be here within the hour. The vaccine is being produced while we speak and only a skeleton crew remains. I’ll have the cure sent to the various facilities around the globe and when you are ready you can release it.”

“Wonderful. The girls and Cass?”

“Sophia and her lover are awake. Tom is a bit out of sorts. Dominic opted to take your advice and sliced him up real good, but not soon enough,” the doctor replied.

“What do you mean?”

“Gabriella’s pregnant. I’d say its that man she was fucking, but well... only she would truly know. I don’t know her history, so maybe she was doing someone else too,” he said shrugging his shoulders as he continued. “She’s doing well as is the fetal matter. Cassandra is up and trying to hack your computer.”

“Let her try. The passwords are so simple she'll not ever think to use them. We’ve got the implants. When your boat arrives take the cases and get off the island. The girls have mommy now, they don’t need me right now. I’ll keep in touch. I’ll my in my Cairo offices. See you there in a couple of days.”

“Yes Sir,” he responded.

Alex hung up the phone. “Damn it,” he muttered. “Tom’s kid and now with him unable to make anymore,” he chuckled, “well it’ll be harder to keep him away from Gabriella.” He settled back in his chair and watched the world spin under him as the private jet flew through the sky.
 
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Julia Stephens waited for Mark to respond impatiently but she tried not to show it. He was actually on the island. It was critical to get his cooperation with her cell, The Scholl Initiative. There was still a chance to realize their goals if Mark would help them out. He'd worked for them before. She and he had even spent some private time on a beautiful peninsula before she "died." Hopefully he would understand why that had to happen and what the SI needed him to do now.

"Mark can you read me?" She says anxiously, her green eyes small but beautiful with worry. Everyone else at base stands just out of camera range. There is no need to tell him too much too soon. That would be foolish.

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Ha-Neul looked at the data from the site. It didn't make sense to him. Hopefully to some of the techs it would. The weapon and people who had escaped were a problem and so was the leaking fluid he'd seen before the fire consumed it. Something about that stuff glowing and blue the way it had look, scared him. Ha-Neul thought he was well past being scared long ago. So, why was he feeling this way?

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An albino pigeon scratched at some bird seed. The seed was tainted with a blue glowing liquid and blood. The pigeon didn't much care. It was seed.

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What was left of Edmond Buchanon was an untidy bundle of flesh and cloth. In the end, regardless of which translation they believed, he had failed them.

Now they turned their attention the others who needed to be destroyed before they destroyed the world. Alex Danov was high on their list, Cassandra was too and of course the twins. Any who associated with them needed to be taken out before they helped the apocalypse begin. The twins however needed to be used up first. Inside their worthless skin was the blood that offered salvation for some, if they could only find them.

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She woke again. This time she was unbound and the machines were quiet. Gabi felt her stomach roll and growl at the same time. She sat up slowly. The fatigue coupled with vertigo made her struggle just to stay upright.

After a while Gabrielle found the will to look around. The room was similar to that of a hospital but something told her, she wasn't in a hospital at all. Saltines and water were on the nightstand. She slowly made her way to them and began to try to settle her stomach.

Gabi found the bathroom. She wanted to scrub what felt like three days worth of eye boogers out of her face, and try to get a hot shower. A good scalding would help her feel better, cleaner and more human.

When she saw Tom, she gasped. There was her Victor. He was perfect. She'd carved him just to fit her vision. Now he was broken. His beautiful balls were gone. He was torn and bleeding. Who would dare hurt what was hers? Her eyes grew hard and angry. Who ever it was would die. She would see that they begged for death before she gifted them with it. They would pay.

Gabrielle was crying. Even as she tried to help him, while he retched, she felt the tears slide down her face, hot and soft.

"My darling." She whispered. "My beautiful fucked up man." She kissed the back of his neck softly and tenderly.
 
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Sophia shivered at the words that rolled off his tongue. She licked her lips, enjoying the taste of him still on her. “But of course,” she purred.

She lay back opening herself for him. The nagging that had been pulling her away, slowly disappearing. There were things that happened yesterday, but what were they? She would figure that out later, right now she was on a cloud and ready to ascend to the Heaven that only Reese could take her too.

“I’m very wet, my love.”

She purred with desire and ran her fingers down her body. “Please, baby...”

Two fingers moved over her sex and she spread her succulent folds for his viewing pleasure. “Do you think you can clean this up for me?” She winked.
 
Her pussy lips were wet with her juices. They glistened in desire as he moved between her legs. Those luscious thighs, pale and overpowering as his head ducked down. He used his hands to wrap her legs around his head, one by one. They were soft hands, gently moving her, putting her in his own position.

He put her on display for him. Wet and wild pussy at the center of everything. In a moment he just paused, to admire her own beauty, the deep seated sexuality, and that wet dripping pussy which seemed to thrive and quiver in anticipation.

Did it? He used his tongue to see, the rough unforgiving tongue taking one long and lascivious lick at her outer lips, soaking up the droplets trailing down her sex. He felt it quiver, yes he did. It was wonderful to feel that under him, under his power.

"So wonderful Sophia," He licked again, using his fingers to spread her pussy lips apart, his tongue coming between them, licking the pink meat that showed. There were no wrinkles, only smooth silken pink inside. His tongue paused at this, admiring it.

He pushed inside, feeling her soft walls give way to his tongue. They paused, resisted, pushed back against him, before giving in and letting him slide inside her. They coated his tongue, wrapped around it just as his legs did, instead of resisting they milked his tongue, guided it in further, wanting to press against her heated core.

He could feel it. The heat, it radiated out to his warm mouth, already covering her sex completely. He had felt it, but it was nothing compared to when he finally opened her up. A wave of heat and juice had spilled out, but his mouth was there, waiting for her.

It captured everything.

His tongue was rough, hard, the exact opposite of her pussy. Inside it was smooth and forgiving, easing his tongue in. Everything told him he wanted more. The juices still sliding down on his tongue, and into his mouth, the warmth covering him completely.

He started to push in harder, fucking her with his tongue, watching it slip in and out, disappearing beneath her perfect folds.
 
Sophia gasped with pleasure that boarded on pain. She lifted her hips and welcomed the warm licking he was assaulting her with. Her fingers moved into his hair and she twisted it into tight curls. No one existed, but her and Reese. There were no spies, no saving the world, nothing, but two lovers in a room enjoying the scents and tastes that aroused them.

She pushed his face deeper into her as she felt every lust-filled fuck. “Reese!” she screamed out and left his hair alone. Her hands flew to her nipples and she began to tease them. She twisted the pink gems until they were hard and sore.

“Reese... baby, oh god baby!”

Her eyes clenched tight. Her mouth opened and she was speechless as come flowed from deep within her. “I can... can’t... of fuck, don’t stop.”

He continued to eat her and she continued to feel her body exploding around her. Colors shot behind her tightly closed lids. A low hungry, grunt filled her throat and she stopped breathing. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head and she screamed.

The fluids of her sex continue to pour from her, the hot liquid eased from her pussy and gave into her lover’s demands.
 
"Oh shit," He was finally done. Nothing left in his stomache, not even blood draining from somewhere deep inside. He had nothing left to give. The world revealed itself to him, slowly, painfully. Dark spots disappeared from vision, leaving him only heartache and pain left.

"Hey princess," He hugged his Gabrielle the minute he could register she was in the room.

"Its ok, I'll be fine sweetheart. We've been through worse, haven't we?"

Of course they had been. Hell, he nearly tried to rape her sister with her right there watching. Compared to that, this was a fucking cake walk.

"Can we find the operating room? They must have them somewhere. We can get them back, its a simple operation, isn't it? I think we need to hurry though. Put them on ice...

"It was your father, wasn't it?"
 
Gabi hugged him and comforted him as best she could. He wasn't thinking clearly but then again, she probably wasn't either.

He called her Princess. Gabrielle smiled and kisses his cheek. She felt her heart swell painfully with what? What was it she felt? It could have been many things, pleasure, simple relief, that he had finally stopped vomiting blood, or that most deadly of all things, love?

"Its ok, I'll be fine sweetheart. We've been through worse, haven't we?" He said.

She nodded but had they? She couldn't remember worse than this while with him except when he'd wanted to take her sister and turn her in. When he'd wanted to leave her behind, that might have been worse but this, this was not a temporary thing to be forgiven and fixed, this was different.

"Can we find the operating room? They must have them somewhere. We can get them back, its a simple operation, isn't it? I think we need to hurry though. Put them on ice..." He said rambling or raving hope for a situation that in reality held little hope.

Operating room? He thought they could find his balls and reattach them? She didn't know if that was possible. She supposed she could sew him up well enough but, she was not medic. She had picked up a few things in the field, basic first aid stuff. She could patch a wound, give injections and start an IV even but operate? No, that was beyond her. An idea occurred to her.

"It was your father, wasn't it?" He said breaking into her thoughts.

Her mind felt dulled. Her father? Had it been? Who else could it be? She wanted it to be someone else. Her father had seemed, well, like a magnet somehow. She wanted to hear his story. She wanted there to be a reason she could live with from him and her mother. It could have been her mother! That bitch could have done this. Not, now, she thought, help Victor now. Later there will be time to find out and destroy them slowly if need be.

"I don't know. Come on, let's get you more comfortable." She said.

They found a room that looked very much like an operating room. Settling her broken lover on a gurney, she looked for something to help put him out while she worked.

"Just relax." Gabi murmured to him. "Just lay back."
 
The tongue felt the first of it, a waterful of juice falling from her. He had to press further against her, his mouth creating a seal to capture everything. He did. She filled his mouth completely, her slippery sex falling against his tongue.

He swallowed her cum, licked the rest of it clean, and then watched as she slowly fell from her orgasm. He stayed there, nestled between her legs, her lips still spread open, watching her sex throb and pulse. It looked angry, so red and throbbing. But, it also looked satisfied. He could not help himself with a lick, feeling her react all over again at just the slightest touch.

She was insatiable. He could not get enough of her, nor her him it seemed. Is this what love was all about? Sure, giving in, trusting, being compatable. That was the definition of love. He hadn't loved her before, only wanted her and cared for her. He was never willing to compromise, or do it any other way besides his own.

His own way of the gun, deadly and cold in his hands, because it was already a killer.

But, here, now, that was gone. All that remained was his love for her. And in the end, isn't that what mattered?

"How are you doing, Sophia," He asked when her breathing mostly returned to normal, one finger trailing on the glistening silken lips that seperated her.
 
"You don't know? You don't fucking know," He pushed her away from him, as he half limped, half fell into a chair laid back against the wall. He could see it in her eyes, that distrust, that confusion. She wasn't sure who to go with, her father, or him. That's where he stood, the only person by his side was a fucking bitch too weak to see that facts in front of her.

He never knew her to be blind to the truth. She was always blunt and up front about it. Perhaps, when it came to family though, everyone had blinders one. That's just the way family works.

"It was his fucking island, princess. His island, his operation. He took us all here, not for fun and sun? He did it to keep up the propaganda. We had a cure, you know that? We could have saved the fucking world, and instead you watching your father blow it up and take you here to be safe. Why is that, Gabrielle? Because you wanted to be a fucking family again? Your mission was always supposed to be saving the world, and you fucking failed. Because of your little father fetish, you've killed millions. You are a..."

But the pain hit him once more, and instead of telling her off, he simply doubled over in pain and coughed up more blood. Droplets fell to the floor beneath him, matching witht he others that still ran freely from between his legs.

His cock hung there, limp and useless, a deflated baloon, popped at its peak.

He didn't want to look at it. He didn't want to look at anything.
 
Sophia shivered as his finger moved against her. She jerked upward. “I’m... fuck don’t do that,” she whimpered.

She lay back, slowly petting her breasts as he toyed with her sex. Her eyes remained closed as she felt his breath against her. “Reese, we have to go. This is wonderful...” she purred, “but, there was something going on before this... wasn’t there?” she asked, lifting her hips at the same time.

“Mmm...”

Her eyes opened slowly and she gazed down at him. “Fuck baby, come up here and kiss me, fuck me and then we need to go find the others.” She smiled down at him, opening her arms and beckoning him forward.

Sophia would have stayed with him forever, if she could, but the nagging feeling that something wasn’t right continued to eat at her. They hadn’t been in the bed together... had they? Wasn’t Gabi with them earlier? She bit back her doubt and told herself, one more time with Reese and then she’d get back to reality.
 
He pushed her away and her spine went stiff. She went back to him without saying anything at first. She watched him, and helped him as best as she could. When he was done heaving she cleaned him up and finally spoke.

"Shh, no, you misunderstand me. It's not that I disagree it could be my father. If it was, then I will kill him. It's just that it could also be my mother or both of them. Don't you see? They were both pushing us here. Yes, I wanted what can never be. Yes, I was stupid to want that. If we hadn't come though, we wouldn't have saved the world. We would have been blown up along with the cure. You know that. You were on the plane before me weren't you? Never mind, none of that matters right now. Revenge will come later but it will come, I promise you that. For now, let's just do what we can for you, I have an idea, lover."

She began looking around for some things she needed to make her idea work. When she found them, Gabi again tried to get him onto a gurney if it worked it would take a while. Gabrielle wanted him to be as comfortable as possible.
 
Soon Cassandra had accessed all the camera equipment and was watching a “mad scientist” climb onto a boat with several suitcases. She cringed as thoughts of what was probably in them filled her. Was Alex the enemy now? The cure had to be in those cases. Why else would he have brought them together, and then leave? He had buyers.

Her eyes shifted from one monitor to the next. She watched her daughter fuck her lover and then the other went to work repairing or so it seemed, something on Tom. Another set of firewalls blocked her from receiving audio surveillance, so she set to work figuring out passwords and codes. When she had gotten through that system, she tore into another.

Her fingers moved over the keys and then suddenly she saw the pattern and laughed. Within fifteen minutes she had access to every security feature on the island as well as several contacts her husband had either used, disposed of, or would plan to use at some date.

“Gottcha, lover,” she whispered and felt her body tingle as the hunt began again. This time though when she reached him. She’d enjoy a bit of sport with him.

She looked up the blueprints of his island and quickly found the weapons room. Cassandra left her husband’s office and headed to the arsenal.
 
"It's always just one more time with you, isn't it?" He said with a grin, but that did not stop him from mounting her anyway, watching as her body opened up to him, and he moved to align his cock. It was inside in one thrust, hard and deep. They were connected.

She felt soo good around him, wrapped and stuffed. All of their pleasure and pain, happiness and sorrow pushed into the one moment. He cried diving into her, his hips working on pure instinct as they drove him further and further.

"God, Sophia, always soo tight," No matter how hard he fucked her, how many times, it would always feel like the first inside her. Every time that resistance emerged, even with her slick walls and enticing smile, the pink folds put pressure on him, driving him wild as he plunged into her.

He would not last long, he could not last long. She never let him. He loved cumming for her.

He could feel it already, burning inside his balls, threatening to release.

"Cum with me, Sophia, "He growled in her throat, holding her hands in his and pistoning hard inside her, "Cum with me, please..."
 
Her eyes rolled back and her body shuddered as his words washed over her and she coated his cock with her nectar. She shook violently and then held tightly to him. In time, she was breathing again and trailing her fingers down his spine. She purred into his ear and licked the lobe. Her first thought was to cuddle and stroke him, until they were both once more sleeping, but she recalled that they did need to find the others, so with great reluctance she kissed him deeply and moved to let him slide from her. Her legs dropped and she stretched.

“Reese. We need to find someone and see where Gabi is. Last night seems a bit cloudy and I know we missed that supper Alex was planning.”

She shrugged her shoulders and climbed out of bed. “David. . .whatever happened to that pigeon?” she asked and reached over to grab her shorts and shirt.

When she was dressed she turned back to face him, wondering if he had an answer for her question. They also still needed to read the small disk that had been attached to the messenger.
 
"Oh, I think they are still in the operating room," He said, it took him a little while longer to get dressed than she did. In his mind, he was still reeling from what had happened. Had it ever been that intense before? He didn't know. Maybe it was the first time he actually felt he could connect to her. Why did he keep himself so distant before?

That would all change. All of it.

"We had a confrontation, because of the argument, or maybe in spite of it. You were threatening to cut off Tom's balls, and Tom was threatening Gabrielle. And, I just didn't want anyone to hurt the baby. Maybe they've settled down though, now...

"Or, maybe Tom still wants to kill her, I don't know."

He pulled a shirt over himself, and smiled at her.

"I'll follow you."
 
“Operating room?” she asked. “What the fuck are you talking about?” Then it came rushing back to her. She chuckled. “You know, I don’t know if you have suddenly developed ESP or what but you know a lot more shit than you should.”

“How’d you know she was pregnant? You haven’t been normal since the sickness and I’m not sure where you headed.”

She slipped her hand over the door knob. “What I don’t like is just waking up in this bed. I mean, don’t get me wrong,” she opened the door and peeked out then pulled it completely open, “I loved waking up with you. . . it is how we got there that bugs me. Something about that is all wrong. Fucked up.”

She walked down a hall and out of the guest house. “I assume they are all at the man house, but looking at things now, this place looks deserted.”
 
It hadn’t taken Cassandra long to reach the weapons room. She quickly typed in the security access code that she’d downloaded from the main computers and stocked up. She grabbed everything small she could fit on her person and then several more items she threw in a duffle bag she’d plucked from a peg hanging on the wall. She wasn’t sure what was going on, but something told her she was going to have to take the heat for her husband until he made himself known again. She had this feeling he wasn’t gone, but lurking, waiting to strike when they were at their weakest.

She gathered her arsenal and wasn’t shocked or surprised to see no one coming after her. A thought reached out and she wondered if perhaps the place would blow with them on it, or not at all. One never knew with Alex. She quickly hurried to her daughters, stopping first at Sophia’s room and opening the door.

No answer came and she cursed. It was apparent they had already left and were either heading out or looking for Gabriella. She hoisted her bag of goodies and headed out to find her other daughter and the man that hadn’t looked so good on the security cameras.

She walked into the operating room and dropped her duffle bag. She held only one weapon in her hand, though she was loaded with several. “Before you say anything. . . I had nothing to do with this fucked up job.”

Cass waited for her daughter to turn around and she prayed she didn’t have to shoot her to defend herself.
 
Gabi didn't pause in her work when her mother came in.

"Mother, I don't have time for all that now. I'm trying to save his . . ." Her eyes flicked to her mother and then back where she was sewing in the flesh of Tom's sack.

"Oh nice Mom, coming in with a gun." She snickered and turned back to finish sewing his jewels up as well as she could. She was no seamstress or surgeon but she had something they wouldn't have. Gabrielle hoped it worked.

Finishing with that job she picked up a scalpel and smiled at her Victor. Slashing her wrist she dripped blood all over that area of his body too precious to her. Once that area of his body is coated she moves her still bleeding wrist higher frowning. Cutting it again, deeper to increase the flow she puts her wrist at his mouth.

"Drink." She said. "It's worth a try."

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Julia Stephen's looked angry. "He's not responding. Check the audio feed. Maybe something is wrong with the connection. Mark can you hear me?" She yelled.

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The body count was rising. The world was more difficult to get around in. Mass transit systems have been shut down. It is estimated that the world's population will be cut in half. The greatest losses are in the big populated cities of the world. Getting even the most basic supplies is difficult all over the country since most shipping, trucking and delivery methods have been severely curtailed. Marshall law is in effect in any densely packed area but people are still breaking the curfews and looting in an attempt to survive.

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The albino pigeon was in a park. There weren't as many pigeons or people there anymore. One person however saw the pigeon, hungry he took a rock and tried to knock the pigeon out by throwing it at it's head.

The pigeon flew at the man, with what looked like blue sparks in it's tiny eyes. It pecked the man and clawed at him. The man fell the ground screaming and bleeding. The other pigeons waddled over and began to dine. They were very good at keeping from being swiped at by the man but soon he was quiet and still anyway.

The albino pigeon sat on the back of a park bench staring at the man covered by normal gray pigeons while they pecked him to pieces.

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Ha-Neul climbed out of the jungle with his team for rendezvous and extraction. Two hours later at HQ, he was surprised by being told he needed to be ready to leave again by 0800 hours. He'd expected some off time.

"We need you in Sarajevo we believe the weapon grade plutonium is there but that blue stuff you saw, that's going to make this more complicated."

"We are short on man power right now, we need your team to go. We need more help too. We are going to have to do a sting operation to get this working. We need more agents!" Said Allen Harris, his direct supervisor who was walking with him to the briefing room for Operation Blue Hell.

Looking at Allen, so tired and run down Ha-Neul knew even the white collar sit behind their desk types were being hard pressed by the events happening in the world right now.

The situational briefing stunned him a little. They had so few people left and all resources were hard to come by yet what they had to do would be vital and difficult. They needed at least three more women and an equal number of men with very specialized skills but they didn't have them. If only he could get in touch with Cass he thought. She'd be great on something like this. Maybe she'd know of some others they could trust that had skills. He ran his hand through his glossy almost blue, black hair and wondered if they could pull this off.
 
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He made calls and spun wheels that eventually gave him the power to control who got what and when they got it. The first call came from the one of the owner of the largest oil field in the Middle East, they would receive the first shipment of the cure in a few hours, the next came from a high ranking official in the White House, he and his family would be vaccinated within the hour.

Eventually families with enough wealth to simply buy their lives were able to learn exactly how much they were of value to Alex.

He’d touched down at his home and was busy watching the numbers climb higher, both in the number of deaths, but as well as in the numbers in his bank accounts.

He was almost a God.

He knew he wasn’t one, he didn’t force people to worship him or pray to him, but they did offer up prayers to whatever deity they believed when they couldn’t meet his price. Soon, husbands decided if they truly loved their wives or their mistresses more. Mothers decided, who came first, the eldest child or the youngest.

Alex rested comfortably at his desk. A small Asian woman, girl really, just past her 18th year sat at his feet and massaged his legs.

“I’m sure there is a better way to use your time,” he told her, pushing away from his desk at the same time.

Her eyes grew wide and he tilted his head.

“Come now, you are doing this for your family aren’t you? My wife can’t be with me right now, so you’ll have to help me out. That is part of the deal.”

The young woman looked up at him and he smirked.

“The vaccine isn’t there yet, show me how badly you want your parents to live.”

He watched her move to her knees and reach for his cock. “Power is addictive.”

He closed his eyes and imagined Cassandra on her knees taking him into her. He knew eventually they would meet again and when they did, she’d be pissed.

He loved it when she was pissed.
 
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The scene Sophia and her lover walked in on was one out of some sick, twisted, B-rated Horror film. Blood soaked up linen and she pushed past her mom, to stare in shock and nausea as her sister “fed” blood to Tom. “This is so not right,” she muttered under her breath. The man looked pitiful and shooting him in the head would have been human.

She looked down at his testicles and shuddered. Had she sliced them off when he fell against her? The question slammed into her, suddenly jarring her memory. Things weren’t adding up. She’d been holding a knife to his family jewels, but she knew she’d only nicked them, but why?

Suddenly everything came back to her and she moved away, finding a place to sit down and think over the last few hours. She’d been told by Reese that Tom was programed to kill Gabi. That’s why she ran to the room in the first place. She’d gotten there and the door was locked.

When she was finally let inside it was with Tom holding a knife to her sister, the scent of sex mingling in the air and both of them naked. She’d ignored all of that for the most part and pulled her weapon on Tom. Then Reese came in and mentioned a baby. She turned to look at him. How the fuck did he know about a baby? When did Gabi find out she was pregnant and how the fuck would Reese know before Sophia and why?

Now she was eyeing them both with suspicion. What was going on here? Was her sister and her lover in fact fucking each other? Was Gabi getting her honey pot dipped into by both men? Sophia’s heart jerked a little and she trembled violently, then shook as if a chill ran up her spine.

She eyed her mother and wanted to run into her arms, seek comfort and love, but she didn’t. She was going to leave this mess of misfits. Would Reese go with her or stay with his child? “I’m going to find a way off this freaking place. With the way our luck is going it’ll blow up before we get off. Daddy seems to like blowing up things. Just like a man... playing God and blowing shit up. I hope you can explain all of this Mother,” she said the word with disgust and pushed past her. “I’m heading to the docks, maybe they’ll be a boat or something we can use to get off this party island.”
 
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