Saving the World One Bra at a Time

[leopardlover]

Mark shudders, delighted by the pain of her bite, of her Mark upon his flesh. His fingers dig in, running up her spine.

"Yessss." She answered this one. "I have. I've died for it and I've lived for it. Would you like that? I think I would." Her hand pulled on the belt, tightening it a little more, making it uncomfortable."Just relax, and give yourself over to it."

Mark looks unfazed by the discomfort. His hand keep moving, using plenty of nail.

"And here I thought you wanted to be rough. Maybe it gets tighter as we go along. my shirt necks are more uncomfortable than that."

Gabrielle cooed smiling at his reaction. "You can't fight it, you have to want it. Death that is. Oblivion. Surcease."

"Death...Death does not scare me. But neither do I look for it eagerly. It however would be interesting to experience if I knew I were to be coming back. That would take a -lot- of trust though. So not on a first date. Maybe next time."

He moves his hips upwards so she can pull his clothing downwards, wondering what she will do even as his hands do the same, pulling hers off as best he can held as he is. His calloused fingertips run over the lips he exposes without preamble, just to see what she does at the sudden touch. He is pleased to see and feel her beginning dampness and the accompanying musky scent. After a moment he bring his hand to his lips, licking it clean of the small sheen of moisture.

"Delicious."

He pulls her lips to his, giving her the faint taste that now fills his mouth, lips pressed tightly, tongue moving insistently in and out, all around, moving over her teeth and across her tongue hungrily, passionately, pressig til her teeth bite into his upper lip and more blood is drawn, the metallic taste mixing well with her musky, tangy one.

 

[FurryFury]

Gabrielle felt his fingers digging into her back. It made her smile with a bright hope for the sensations that might be triggered. Sex for her was all fun, games and pain. It was for one thing really though more than anything else it was to forget.

She needed to forget so many things. The dead men who she had killed that would never go home again.

The one she could love that didn't love her.

His nails felt good on her. Her skin felt alive. Pain was a good sensation when mixed well with liquid heat. She could feel her juices flowing now, pooling inside her as she got hotter for it the sweet mix of sensations.

"And here I thought you wanted to be rough. Maybe it gets tighter as we go along. my shirt necks are more uncomfortable than that." Mark said. It pissed her off. Playing the tough guy was a far more dangerous game with her than he seemed to understand. Her eyes narrowed.

"Listen Butch." She said. "You may not want to go this track with me. It doesn't hurt? It isn't rough enough for you?" She said mimicking him in a mocking way. "Just remember you played that card." She tightened the belt around his neck again her eyes getting darker for a minute before she again rode against him and pinched his cock hard.

"Death...Death does not scare me. But neither do I look for it eagerly. It however would be interesting to experience if I knew I were to be coming back. That would take a -lot- of trust though. So not on a first date. Maybe next time." Mark said.

Her eyebrows raised and her lips smiled but her eyes were clear and dead serious.

"This isn't a date. This is sport fucking. I don't date. Chances are good that this mission or another will take us in different directions so this may be all we get ever. You don't feel like I'm being rough enough with you still? Fine!" She said moving the belt so that it was much tighter.

She moved his pants down so she could get at his cock without fabric being in the way. It bunched around his ankles. He took off her clothes. She let him do it. No need for obstructions when one is trying to forget and trying to feel something, she thought.

He stroked her cunt. She smiled at him letting him manipulate her folds with his rough hands. She saw him lick his fingers.

"Delicious." He said. She nodded to him and pulled the belt tighter still.

They kissed so she could taste herself on him. She moved her body again on him rolling her hips. She wanted to do so many things but which ones would she have time for?

Gabi kissed him hard biting him playfully. She felt him relax and put her teeth into his lips. His blood tasted good to her. She smiled mentally while she sucked at it.

"Now here's what we are going to do. We are going to fuck like wild animals. We are going to mark each other. Then when I feel you are close, I might choke you harder. Since you are such a tough guy and don't fear death I think you can handle it."

She reached down to his cock. She found it wet already. Pre-come had moistened it for her. She winked and slapped it over and over then just before it lost it's steel she shoved it inside her.

He was slightly soft now.

"Don't move yet." She admonished him. Licking and nibbling then biting his neck again she continued to do a little magic. She worked the muscles of her pussy then, rolling them on him and squeezing his cock. Gabrielle felt him get harder. She felt him grown bigger.

"Now." She said. "Fuck me as if your life depended on it. Rape me like that bitch you knew and hated. Now!" Gabi used her thighs and legs to slam her moist hot sex down his cock, impaling herself.

One hand pinched his right nipple so it eventually went numb. She grunted with her efforts and again when he began to push into her adding even more force.

In that moment she didn't see the dead men she had killed or any of the other horrors she tried not to see. She just felt his hard cock, her wetness and their bodies sliding against one another, abusing one another, fucking like there was no tomorrow.

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Justin continued to work. He was so close now to a cure he thought. He felt hope for the first time. Hope for Rain and for his own soul burned brightly in his eyes.

Reese continued to improve. He was the first human guinea pig in this war of germs. Justin kept close tabs on Reese and the lab rats hoping against hope that he was in fact making progress.

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Emmit and his remaining followers found the lab compromised. He was furious. Everyone felt his wrath. He had some ideas still to put into play but first he had to melt away so no one could find him.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Sophia watched her sister and raised a brow to Tony. “Hey... You got audio?” Tony shuckled and handed her a pair of headphones.

“Enjoy,” he said, winking at her.

Sophia laughed and placed the headphones on her ears, and learned exactly what her sister was 'into'. Her face was red hot by the time Tony was touching her thigh and stroking it gently, her body was responding to, but she chose to ignore it. “Handle the plane Fly boy,” she said with a wink.

“You tell me that now... but from the look on your skin and the scent in the air, I may be hitting the auto pilot before long,“ Tony chuckled as Sophia's face turned another shade of red.

She wasn't planning on boning the pilot, but she also wasn't quite ready to turn off the headphones or the camera. She watched the man on the screen and her sister toy with each other and the words that were spilling into her ears, made her slick with the honey that readied her body for invasion. “Just a touch,” she whispered to Tony. Her eyes never leaving the screen.

Tony felt his cock jerk, and he flicked the controls, checked that all was running smoothly then left his seat. His hands turned her chair slightly, and he was on his knees, pulling her pants off and running his fingers through the soft fleshy walls of her sex, not wasting anytime on pleasantries.

Biting her lip Sophia moaned as with every deep thrust of his fingers she became more needy with want and desire. Her sex was pulsating with lust and she opened her legs further by placing one on each arm of the co-pilot's chair. “You'll have a mess to clean up,” she whimpered.

“It'll be my pleasure,” he growled seconds before his mouth met his fingers.

 

[MrWolf1]

Holding Cass as she wept, Alex looked about the scene. Rust seemed to be the color of choice for the artists of this painting. The real cops that still littered the area were nearly finished removing the corpses of men and women garbed in para-military style. The lifeless bodies that still remained, Alex scanned closely. Eyes taught from experience noticed the clean cuts, precise bullet hits. Whoever did this was good, even he had to admit. Knowing it was more then likely his daughters filled him with a strange and sudden welling of pride. It also gave him the feeling that his two girls were not among the dead that had been carted off. The trail of bullet casings and holes in the wall leading to the stairs, as well as the absence of blood in that direction, told him as much.

Looking down at the tearful woman in his arms, he gently pulled her away, pulling her face up to his. “Cass, calm down. I have a feeling that they are not dead.” As her eyes gave a questioning look, he repeated to her his observations. As he finished, he noticed a captain of the local police standing nearby. A ripe source for answers, if picked the right way. Leaving Cass were she was with an affirming kiss, he turned and made way towards the younger man. Getting the information he needed was gonna take some good acting, even though Alex preferred the tried and true method of the removal of finger and toe nails with rusty pliers.

***

“Who the hell did this?” The young Captain Stein spoke to no one. This was his first on sight command since his promotion, and he was already sick of it. He never could get used to the sight of blood, his gut rolling just from the sight of a paper cut. And the near puddles covering the floor and walls around him were about to cause him to add to them with what was in his stomach. It was going to take a long time to clear the area of evidence. And he had to pity the ones that had to clean up after that. For this hall to be sterile again was gonna take a long, long while.

Just then, he felt someone approach him from behind. Turning, he caught sight of an older officer, the hair under the blue hat peppered with silver. It looked as though he had just finished running all the way up the stairs, panting in great breaths.

“What are you doing?” The younger man spoke, sprinkling his voice with the authority of his position.

“Sorry, sir.” the older man responded, though the captain though the ‘sir’ was a bit strained. Yet, when the officer stood, and the captain found himself having to crane his neck up to look in his eyes, it was decided to let it slip. “I had just gotten the call to report here. I’m afraid I have not been briefed.”

The young man sighed. He had already done this what felt like a hundred times, to the other officers and investigators that had arrived. “Looks like a terrorist attack.” He started, turning from the other officer to reluctantly survey the scene, not noticing the man next to him had suddenly stopped panting, and listening close. “We haven’t figured what group was involved, but it appears to be an attempted kidnapping.”

“Attempted?” the officer repeated, his voice sounding a little too excited.

“Yes. We have witnesses seeing two women and a male running from these men. I guess they didn’t expect their targets to shoot back.” a chuckle from the captain before he continued. “Anyway, the three runners were seen commandeering a car from the parking lot and making a getaway. We have an APB on the car running as we speak, so it shouldn’t be long until…” the rest he didn’t finish. For when the captain turned to face the other officer, he found himself alone.

***

Coming around the corner, out of sight, Alex slowed his silent run. A growl rumbled in his throat, as the act of calling that little snot ‘sir’ left a foul taste in his mouth. As he walked back to where Cass stood, he let his toughts weave. First up was the look he saw on Cass’s eyes when he had headed straight for the weapons cashe in the barn. She now knew how long he had been watching her. Oh well, he thought, was bound to get out at some point. He’d have to deal with that as it surfaced. At the forefront, thought of course, were the girls. Where were they now? He now knew the the local PD were looking for their escape car. Easy enough to eaves drop on them to know when they find it. But that would be too slow. If the rest of them were anything like the little cum stain he just endured listening to, it would probably be years until the car was found, especially if it was hidden as well as he thought it was. No. He’d have to use his own resources to find them.

A smile cracked his face. Not all his resources, he thought. Just one. At once he looked around for a phone. He couldn’t use Cass’s; too easily traced, by Cass’s people in particular. He needed his man’s identity to remain secret for the moment. Joining up the Cass again, he lead her towards the stairs, filling her in on what he had learned. Just before the stairway door, Alex spotted a phone along a leading wall, asking Cass to wait, he stepped up to the phone and quickly dialed a number. When the voice on the other end confirmed the page was sent, the phone was put up and Alex again joined Cass in returning to the roof. Alex only hoped his man would receive that page and report back on whether or not he had been able to achieve his objective:

To link up with Sophia & Gabrielle

 

[Babette_____]

Cass held onto him for a moment, filling his warmth wanting to believe him needing to. She heard his words prayed they were true and thought of the their daughters still alive and still together. She needed to reach Mark. “Let me do some work around here and find out how they found the girls in the first place. This was my place Alex. I set this up along time ago. Someone opened their mouths.” She held him for a moment and then wiped her eyes composed herself and looked back up into his eyes. “Find out what group this was... I’m almost positive it’s the same one’s that hit us at the cabin. Looks like the girls and Mark were able to handle themselves. She in turn headed to the room that only she knew about.

Without looking back she slid into the elevator, punched the basement button. She existed the elevator and quickly walked back to the boiler room. She opened the door, walked inside, and then over to the furnace. Her hand slipped to the third screw on the back of the machine and she pressed it firmly. A whooshing sound echoed through the room and a door that resembled the wall slid open. Cass moved inside, sat down at her desk, and began to run through the screens over the last few hours.

She then picked up her phone, text message in its screen hoping to reach Mark. If all was going according to plan Mark would still be with the girls. Now she just needed to find out where the girls were. She wondered if Alex was doing the same thing. She laughed to herself, of course he is. It wasn’t long before she traced the flight that suddenly was urged to change direction mid flight. Grabbing the phone she finished the message: Rendevous Sea Tac

Cassandra pushed send and pressed the button under her desk. She hurried to the elevator punched the floor to Alex and ran down the halls looking for him. “Where are you?” She muttered checking her watch. “Shit... Alex, where the fuck are you?” She scanned the room, “Three minutes baby... or we’ll be answering questions as to why the damn basement exploded.”

Taking a deep breath Cassandra sent a thought to the Heavens. “God be with us.” Then she ran down the hall toward the door that would lead her to the roof stairs. “The assholes left behind a bomb.. we have to go... NOW!” She screamed. “Alex! Now!” Cassandra ran faster, throwing open doors as she went.

 

[leopardlover]

Mark is like Gabi, but not in all ways. He does not have memories filled with pain as she does. Life has always been one big game, one big adventure. He has gone through it like a hallway filled with doors. He has peeked into several, fully exploring all those that seemed to afford the most fun, the most pleasurable experiences, and the most danger. The more danger the funner it seemed. The more rush he got the happier he was. That is how he came to be here on a plane, getting the life choked from him by another agent as she fucks his brains out.

Still, he wants to be fully immersed in it, have all over thoughts wiped from his conscience by mindblowing sensations. He wants to experience it fully, with all his senses tuned in, to see how this woman moves, how she responds. And wants to know if she is a match for him. So far none have been. None could take his animalistic side. The one that revelled in mutual pain. The side that is starting to show as a spark in his eyes when she speaks.

He does not speak until she is finished talking though, not making a single sound even as his cock is battered by her slaps, the pain overwhelming for just a moment when her nails scrape against his now super sensitive head. But even through the pain, a wonderful sense of pleasure is there, and it quickly resurfaces as the dominant sensation, edging over the nerve numbing pain in his nipple, in his genitals.

The feeling of her slick depths is heaven, increased by the fact he is he getting a bit light headed from the lack of oxygen to his brain. He's nowhere close to passing out though, or even to oxygen deprivation to the point its a real worry. He is tough, extremely so, having yet to be beaten in a fight. Yet to succumb to anything that was dished out. He's psyched out and sheer physically outlasted many who thought to overwhelm him.

He growls with obvious excitement at her last words, the feral light in his eyes seeming to grow. His calm, friendly demeanor slowly seems to fade, his movements brutal, slamming into her, irregardless of all else, including her pleasure or pain, sensing she, like him, will just enjoy it all the more from her words and actions. He grunts his pleasure, nails raking furrows up and down her spine, over her shoulders, down across her breasts which he kneads so tightly as to be cruel were she not to enjoy it so, arching into him even as he grips more tightly in a caress that is sure to leave bruises shaped like his large hands, marring her silky skin.

His voice is breathy as he speaks, the tight grip of the belt doing its work, cutting, slowly, his oxygen, making it harder to focus and to talk.

"That's more like it. Hard, fast. And brutal. This is exactly what I hoped for. Someone to match me. I like it. I -am- tough. And I know it. I like the pain and more danger is always better. The more it hurts, the odder it is considered, the more I enjoy myself and my partner. So go right the fuck ahead. Choke as hard as you want. But I just might choke back."

"?This may be our only time, you are right. But I sure as hell hope not. There's many things I want to do to you and have done by you. So I think I will try to stick around. Just don't get scared and run off like a wimp. Be the fucking bitch in heat we both are."

He swells and throbs inside her, had as he has ever been in his life, thrusting with his entire body. Each movement momentarily pulls the seatbelt tighter, making the pleasure feel even better, go even higher. He is panting for breath now, each pant ragged, trying to draw in air through a windpipe that is very close to being held closed.

"You are right...So good. Starting to get lightheaded ... dizzy..."

His body thrashes against hers, possessed by the fight to live, slamming into her, trying to buck her off even as he pulls her down, the need to live warring with the need to cum and survival is starting to lose. He pulls from her teeth, licking the blood that is smeared across her lips before moving down, in slightly less than complete control of his movements, of his thoughts and reasoning.

"Fuck me. Make it hurt damn it... Fuck me and ... abuse me like every asshole who has ever left you wanting, who has harmed ... you, caused you grief. Fuck me and give me pain like the... person you hate worst in the world. Use me like... a human dildo, a tool for your pleasure til you cream all over my thick cock..."

His words are spread between his harsh, strained panting and the bites to her neck, that he presses against the taut fabric to meet, pulling her to him tightly with a sudden jerk, his mouth wide at her throat, taking it deeply as he can, then slowly closing his teeth, exerting pressure controlled as he possible in his current state.

The buzzing of his cell's vibration goes unnoticed, lost in the world that is Gabi's body. The world he is currently incapable of leaving. He teeth slowly sink inwards, in a place where the wrong move could kill Gabi, could rip out her wind pipe and arteries if he bites too deeply, if she suddenly jerks away. The only way she can be freed is if he lets go, either voluntarily or because he becomes too weak to hang on any longer. As his life is in her hands, hers is is held between his teeth. One quick snap and she will bleed to death, her warm metallic blood spurting all over his face, his chest, down his throat. The thought is an interesting one, one that fuels his desire, increasing his furious thrusting as her flesh gives in, slowly, the imprint of his teeth imparted on her.

 

[FurryFury]

Gabi is getting into the moment now. She pulls the belt tighter choking Mark a little bit more. Smiling as they fuck each other like animals or hated enemies the pain and the pleasure mixing in blood and fluids the way she likes it.

The heated movements harsh and rough make her get closer. She can feel him getting closer too. He speaks through his pain, through his pleasure and in rugged pants. This only excites her more. She knows well what he must be feeling as he gets more lightheaded and struggles for air just a little bit more.

This Nirvana of freedom, the apex of sensation that is climbing inside him, Gabrielle can feel it too. She smiles and kisses him again hard as their bodies slam into each other with continued ever increasing ferocity.

His mouth is suddenly on her throat. His teeth threaten there. It makes her nearly swoon. Carefully now she tightens the belt again aware of the danger, loving it. Her cunt continues to thrash around his dick, milking and pulling at it but her movements slow agonizingly for a minute as she gauges how much she can move before endangering her life.

The slow squeezes of muscles, the rolling of hips make for an exquisite agony before she in a characteristically Gabi move decided this would be a good way to die so fuck it! She began moving again like a feral animal slamming her pussy onto his cock. Go ahead, she thought, rip my throat out, kill me, let me die in peace. The belt she tightened again as she felt his cock enlarge inside her, soon, she thought, soon he will come, these thoughts only added to her savage joy.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Sophia moaned as Tony began to stroll his tongue over her clit and pull at the lips of her sex. Soon she was lifting her hips up for his mouth and begging for more. Her ears took in the sounds of fucking that was coming from the passengers in the plane, her sister and Mark. Her eyes would moved from the black and white video feed to the face that was buried between her strong thighs.

“Fucking hot, babe,” Tony growled as he opened her cunt with his fingers and plowed into her pussy. He drank the fluids that were slowly sliding free and then he started to bite and tear at her sex. She rammed his head into her pussy, and twisted his hair as each thrust of his tongue took her higher than before. “Harder. Oh fuck yes...more,” she cried out as she felt the tension in her muscles increase as well as her pulse race through her skin. Her body was thrashing as much as she dare on the chair of the cock pit and she knew if he kept fucking her she'd cover his mouth with her juices.

Tony only wanted to feast from the woman's cunt for the rest of the flight, but he knew they'd be landing soon. He increased his tempo thrust deep three fingers and worked her body like a harp. He pushed and scrapped her pussy walls, bit her clit and sucked on it. Tony angled his head to cover the entire nub and inhaled it as if it were a straw.

The slurping sounds filled his ears and her come was shooting over his face. “Oh yesss... come for me all over me baby girl.” He lapped and cleaned her pussy, and Sophia gave more thick syrup for him to drink up. Her body shuddered and quaked as she rode his mouth and fingers, and soon she was gasping for air. “Oh fuck Tony, that was splendid.”

She looked down on his face, covered in her juice and pulled her legs down from the chair. Their mouths met and each one stroked their tongues together. Sophia cleaned his mouth, then his chin and cheeks. She washed her lover, and then told him to sit down, she had work to do.

 

[leopardlover]

Mark is pleased by the fact sher speeds up again, takes the risk of death, though his consciousness is fading quickly, airway now completely shut. The sensations are exquisite even as his eyes bug out, his muscles s[asm, trying to free himself. But it's too late. He has been weakened by several minutes of not enough oxygen, the lack growing more and more pronounced by his growing need of it.

Even as he struggles he adds to the problem, thrusting hard and fast as he can. His body is on fire, so very hot while his mind starts to shut down. Its to the point his eyes close, the sole point of reality her flesh surrounding him,sucking him in greedily.

Then he is sent over the edge. The only warning is a sudden surging of his body upwards, a sharp tighteninhg off his teeth that barely avoids ripping her throat out.

He jerks wildly inside her, his tioght, full balls sending load after load of creamy spunk surging along his shaft, then outwards, filling her full then some, backwashing to cover his groin in their juices. The pleasure seems to go on and on, though it couldn't have lasted more than thirty seconds.

That, the feeling of blinding pleasure is the last he feels, her body, slick with sweat, is the last he sees, and the wild pulsing deep within Gabi is the last he does before blackness consumes him and his body falls limply to the seat.

 

[FurryFury]

Gabi feels his excitement building. She feels his rough less coordinated thrusts into her. She can tell it will be soon, her climax is building too with his.

He thickens more inside her plunging into her over and over. She can see he is finally feeling not only the right mix of pleasure and pain but his lack of air.

He no longer postures as the toughest man around. He no longer taunts her that she isn't being rough enough or the belt cutting off his air isn't as tight as his shirt collar, no, he is being transported into another world of such sensation that if he did die he would die in a happy spurt of fuzzy joy.

Going off inside her, she can feel his spunk pumping into her, flooding her, she starts loosening the belt right then but rides him all the harder, wanting to feel his hard cock while it's velvet steel thrashing inside her spilling his energy into her.

She leans into him, tilting his head back a little and comes as he goes limp. Her body is contracting and exploding over and over, in this power of the moment reflecting his excitement and climax she continues. Her cunt is still pulling and milking at him, her hips are thrashing down and up, she leans in to his tilted head and breathes into his mouth while she continues fucking his stiff cock and coming around it.

She listens to his heart prepared to start CPR if needed, all the while her body continues it's intense celebration of this glorious moment.

 

[leopardlover]

Mark is alive. Gabi let him breathe again just in time. Her giving him breath helps as well. He opens his eyes, doing nothing but breath for several moments as she continues to ride him. His is a dual ragged pleasure. The pleasure of simply breathing again and the pleasure and pain that come from his over sensitive, still hard cock. The fact he was just so close to death combined with the woman atop him have him craving more.

He rocks up to meet her thrusts best as his weakened muscles can, the back of his knuckles brushing over soft flesh. His nails join, fairly lightly when he starts seeming to be fully with it again. A smile on his furthers gives the impression of a semi sated man. Some of the feralness has gone but it is still there and still heard in his voice when he speaks.

His fingers hands move upwards, tracing the bite marks that are still there, are bleeding lightly. As strength returns to his body over the minutes the grip tightens slowly, painfully. He marvels at how his hand covers over half her neck and how easily he could break her.

He smiles, kissing her hard, fast, then whispering against her lips. "I told you I'd choke back bitch. Now feel the pleasure and pain you just gave me. Feel your bodey as it fights against the lack of air, of life. Fight and squirm on my cock. Give me the pleasure of your pain, of your release. Give me the pleasure of seeing you so close to death by my hand."

His returning thrusts are stronger now, harder, and growing fiercer as his excitement builds again. This woman has his mind in a whirl, treading a path it has not gone before. He barely knows this woman yet...He thinks he could love her. He has seen her fight. Has felt her cum around him as she does even now. He can see pain in her eyes. It's pain he wants to know the cause of. He sees the darkness she can not ever really fully hide in. And oddly enough he wants to protect her from harm. Odd because as he thinks it his grip tightens again. The pressure should be very uncomfortable, making it hard to get air in while still getting enough to keep her lucid, keep her body from weakening too much. It is enough to make her see his intent, feel his power and make her fight. Or at least it should be.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Sophia was in pure heaven when the play on tape had forced her to stop her lover's hands. She watched ready to spring from the warm tongue that was lavishing her pussy to aid the man that her sister seemed to be killing while fucking. Then she saw him collapse and she almost leapt from her seat. It was Tony's steady hand that held her down. "Watch," he told her. He knew people did that sort of thing, it wasn't his style but it was others. "He'll be okay... and so will she."

He left her slick lips for a moment watching with her, just incase the women were double crossing them. His hand was already sliding around the hilt of his knife that was kept attached to his co-pilots chair, the chair that was covered in her nectar. Once Mark was conscious again and wrapping his arms around Gabi's neck Sophia had barely relaxed. "The mood's gone fly boy," she muttered, flipped the screen off and pushed him away.

"I don't think so...," Tony growled pushing his face back between her legs. His tongue wedged itself deep and he joined his fingers in the foray. Soon he felt her bucking against him again, her fingers buried in his hair, and her sweet cunt juices flowing thick over his face. He ran his head back and forth over her sex, covering it with the soft bites of his teeth, the sting of his whiskers and the hard tongue and finger fucking of his mouth and hand.

"Oh fuck!" Sophia cried as she covered him with her come. She exploded over him and he drank all she offered to him.

 

[FurryFury]

She winks at him, then bites at his lips.

"Fuck you!" She says. "I'm not your bitch baby!" She chuckles, but he starts pushing on her wind pipe.

"Yeah! That's a good bitch, kill me while you fuck me. I can't think of a better way to go." she gasps out a little at a time while he plays her air supply a smile on her lips.

She thrashes her body down, slamming it on him even as he toys with her. Is she simply fearless, or does she really crave death the way a child craves their security blanket when they sleep?

Gabi's cunt pulses throbbing around his cock as she slams down her body on his again making his hand move on her throat a little.

"Embrassez-moi avec la mort encore." She says moving on him her hands pulling, scratching and pinching at him. Her fucking becomes more primal yet.

 

[leopardlover]

"Yes you are. You are a bitch in heat. And right now all mine. Like right now I am all yours. You want to feel the kiss of death again? It's all yours then ma cherie. But not just yet. I want you to keep thrashing on my cock. I want you to force more of my seed into this tight little body of yours. I want to feel the stinging pleasure of your nails, of your teeth."

By now he is dripping blood from several places due to her nails and teeth, her body similarly marked, most prominently the bruises on the flesh directly in front of his face. He takes her nipple into his mouth, chewing and sucking greedily, one hand continuing to make her body shake and shiver, his nails leaving good sized welts and shallow cuts on her skin. His other hand continues to cut her air supply, tighter and tighter as his need grows and blossoms within him, his shaft growing even harder inside her.

He growls out "Are you ready? Are you ready to die again? I am. I'm almost there. Almost ready to allow you to as I experience a mini death of my own. Can you feel that? Can you feel how close I am? How tense with the need to explode deep within you has made my body? Can you feel the beast that is raging within me, slavering to feel your life as it leaves your body as my energy spurts into you?"

His thrusts are hard, painfully so, his hips slamming up to meet hers furiously, the grip on her neck now tight enough to cut off almost all air and growing tighter by the second when his balls tighten, start to send sperm sttreaming up along his length.

 

[FurryFury]

Gabi gasps and growls in between ragged pants. Her body thrashing for more. More air, more cock, more pain and pleasure mixed. She squeezes and pulses for him. Yes, she can feel him even as she becomes so light headed she feels like she is floating. Her nails bite into his flesh in an effort to keep from floating away. Her teeth mark him deep another anchor. She feels him thicken and tighten inside her as she thrashes and gasps more and more wildly.

 

[Babette_____]

Cass and Alex barely made it back to the helicopter, it had already gotten her radio call to start lifting from the roof. The leaped on board and within minutes the explosion rocked the hospital, causing it to shift and lean, but fortunately the bombs she'd laid back when the facility had been chosen, had done their job and the building now stood, but the computer equipments main hard drive systems, the back up ones, stored deep down in the basement were now melting in the heat of the fiery inferno.

Alex pulled her close and she melted into his embrace. He stroked her hair, waiting for her to tell him everything. He doubted the bomb had been the work of the same men that attacked the cabin and the hospital, but her handiwork alone.

Cass said nothing, keeping her secrets hers once more. She'd tell him as litte as possible from here on out until she was sure he was with her and the girls. "The airport, Jackson." She flipped her cell phone on, punched in a series of numbers and soon she was arranging a flight to the Sea Tac airport.

Alex cocked a brow and pulled her back against him. "Secrets again Cass," he hissed, pulled her hair and stared down into her eyes.

"Until you show me all your cards Honey... then I'll keep mine hidden," she sneered back. His mouth crushed against hers and his teeth bit at her lip. Soon they were mating once more, each one hungry for the other, not caring that Jackson was just a few feet away, watching and listening.

When the couple landed at the airport and settled into their seats they each were moderately sedated as the jet headed off to rendevous with their daughters.

 

[leopardlover]

Gabi's thrashing and bouncing send Mark over the edge. His grip tightens, closing her air supply completely, tightening and tightening, barely keeping from doing irrepairable damage. Strangling her he can bring her back. If he crushed her windpipe he could not. He is bucking against her when his fingers close that extra fraction, buried balls deep in. His cock jerks and twitches, his creamy load spurting out.

He kisses her hard, pulling her body to him by her throat. He does not le go til she is limp in his arms, unmoving except for her milking sex that draws the pleasure from him in exquisite waves. Seconds after she goes limp he is trying to work through and with the pleasure to make sure she is all right, checking for a heartbeat and trying to get enough breath to give CPR.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Sophia's orgasm carried her through a violent series of shakes. She no longer saw the monitor or her sister, nor did she see the violence that accompanied the couples orgasmic highs they each reached as life ebbed from Gabi's body. Sophia was lost to everything but the man that had forced her to enjoy his attentions, attentions she craved to be given to her by another. She pictured her lover, her friend, her soul mate Reese between her thighs and she shook again, releasing another flowing wave of liquid from deep within her.

She watched him rise from his position, lick her thighs, and come up to stroke her tongue with his. Sophia licked at him, tasted her sex and felt her own moan of pleasure escape her. He allowed her to clean his face and she moved her hands to his cock. “Later... I swear,” she winked.

He bit her neck. “No shit,” he winked, then got back in his chair and returned control to himself. The auto-pilot light was soon dark and the monitor off. Sophia pressed her palm against her pussy, felt the heat that still radiated from it and sighed. The plane would land soon, but she still wasn't willing to part the two fuck bunnies in the plane. She looked out the window and wondered what the new chic would be like and why she was so fucking important to Tom.

She muttered his name and closed her eyes recalling the almost rape and the apparent rescue that Reese had provided. She then thought of how quickly Reese had been ready to offer her up to the enemy and again her distrust of her fellow man rose up. “Only fucking Tony... nothing else,” she told him. She'd be damned if she was getting her heart involved again. Love hurt and she was so fucking sick of love she'd kill Cupid if she could.

 

[FurryFury]

Gabi's heartbeat is faint at first. She doesn't seem to be breathing at first. All of a sudden she gives a big gasp and her whole body bows up. Her eyelids flicker but don't really open.

Her breathing continues in harsh gasps for a while before evening out. Her eyes open. She looks startled and disoriented at first. Her light blue eyes are wide. Seeing Mark recognition floats back into her. She smiles at him wickedly. Her breathing smoothes out.

"I love planes." She rasps out. She drapes her body upright and over his. It's hot, soft and wet. "The ride is nearly always good." Gabrielle whispers in his ear, then she bites it.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

The plane traveled the friendly sky for the final twenty minutes before Tony put on the seatbelt sign and Sophia pretended to play flight attendant. She moved from her chair, slipped her hand down Tony’s cock, and whispered in his ear that next time he could unload his problems. With a deep breath Sophia left the cockpit and moved into the passenger area of the plane, hoping that the two lovers were clothed.

When chuckled when she saw her sister and Mark, but said nothing about what she’d seen. Nevertheless, Sophia had a new understanding for her sister and her sisters sexual desires. She wondered for a moment, if perhaps Gabi had ever had it gentle and what would happen if she ever did. Shrugging her shoulders she cleared her throat and told the couple that the plane would be landing in a few minutes and to buckle up.

As Sophia moved into a chair opposite of them, buckling her belt in the process she told Gabi some of what occurred in the cock pit.

“Seems like Tom’s alive... I don’t know about Reese. Tony got a transmission order from Tom to change our flight plan and head to some hill billy airport and pick up some chick. Probably his newest fuck for all we know...” Sophia rolled her eyes. “I would have thought that your pilot would have filed a flight pattern that was false or at least had a few contacts on the inside to “fix” him one, but I guess you either didn’t think of everything... or don’t have enough connections.” Her statements were directed at Mark and for a moment she held his stare. “You enjoy the ride while you can... because when you double cross us... we’ll deal with you.”

Sophia looked at her sister. “Perhaps we’ll run into the two rotten apples since Tom has a new gal to screw.” She then turned and looked out the window wondering if Reese had one also and just what she meant to him... and did it even matter. Her eyes went back to her sister and she wondered what Gabi was thinking.

 

[FurryFury]

Gabi moved off of Mark slowly. Her head felt light from what they had done together. She unwound the belt and started dressing. Normally she dressed standing up. This time she felt a need to sit down while dressing most of the time. Her body was still feeling weak but glorious.

She gave Mark little looks full of humor and teasing as she watched him undo his seat belt and begin to dress.

It seemed like they were barely dressed before Sophia came out looking like she knew things they didn't and smelling like she had got some thrills in the air too. Gabrielle felt her mouth twist into a knowing smile when she realized her sister had fun too. Surely they were true twins. Maybe, she thought, we both came at the same time. We might have even heightened each others orgasm. Oh she liked those thoughts. They were so delicious to consider but she didn't speak them out loud, at least not yet.

A pang hit her heart then. If only we had time to be comfortable and really talk. If only we had all those years we were pulled apart back. She thought.

“Seems like Tom’s alive... " Soph said.

Gabi recoiled at her words. Of course he would be alive, she thought. Her Victor couldn't be gone. Then she felt the hate again. Oh yeah, he wasn't her's, he wanted Sophia. I'm a fool she thought.

"I don’t know about Reese." Sophie went on.

Bitterness flowed through her. Reese, yes, Reese, he who had made her think they could have something and who also only wanted Sophia. Oh she had known it all along. This sad fact that she was not lovable and that others were but how much more painful it was that they both loved her twin. Her mouth felt sour. She took a deep breath but said nothing as she listened to Soph continue.

"Tony got a transmission order from Tom to change our flight plan and head to some hill billy airport and pick up some chick. Probably his newest fuck for all we know...” Sophia rolled her eyes.

His newest fuck, great, just freaking great. Shoot me now. Gabi thought working harder now to keep her face impassive with each new assault on her heart.

“I would have thought that your pilot would have filed a flight pattern that was false or at least had a few contacts on the inside to “fix” him one, but I guess you either didn’t think of everything... or don’t have enough connections.” Her statements were directed at Mark and for a moment she held his stare. “You enjoy the ride while you can... because when you double cross us... we’ll deal with you.”

She almost chuckled. Her sister sure was riding Mark hard. It made Gabi wonder why.

Sophia looked at her sister. “Perhaps we’ll run into the two rotten apples since Tom has a new gal to screw.”

"We need weapons. Being redirected is not good. We don't want to be caught unprepared because at this point I don't trust anyone but you." Gabrielle said her eyes scanning the plane for ideas.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Sophia nodded her head and without even bothering to waste what little time they had she began moving around the plane looking for what weapons they could find. She assumed Gabi was doing the same thing. She wasn't sure if Mark was coming with them or heading back to New York with Tony, but she wasn't worried about that. They'd be landing soon and when they did who knows what they would find.

Overhead compartments were searched and she looked over to Mark. He'd tossed a few things out of one compartment for them and before long Sophia had found a locked cabinet full of weapons. “Grab what you think you'll need... or at least want.“

There were an array of weapons, grenades, pistols, missile launchers, ammo for everything was there. Sharp shooters would have loved getting their hands on the newest models and before long it looked like the women could take on the entire Russian Army.

Tony's voice called over the intercom and told them to buckle the fuck up because they were landing. Sophia smirked at her sister, “He's got a camera and can see everything.” She winked and placed her weapons of choice, several small daggers and two hand guns, soon were hidden in the folds of her shorts, her tennis shoes and her blouse, made an excellent hiding place for one small deadly weapon, a knife that if it wasn't sheathed would slice her skin if she wasn't careful breathing.

 

[FurryFury]

Gabi felt better knowing they had weapons. She readied hers and waited. Her gaze flickered at bit when Sophia told her the pilot could see and hear everything that she and Mark had just did but she shrugged it off.

She wouldn't allow herself to blush. She didn't like that her sister knew about the sort of things she enjoyed at all. In fact, it horrified her but she put that away in a little compartment in her brain to be dealt with later. So Sophia probably hated her now. Her heart hurt just from thinking about it. "Shh," she told herself. "There is plenty of time to deal with being judged and left again.

The plane landed and a girl was brought onboard by several people in hazmat suits. Gabrielle looked at the girl critically. She failed to see why her Victor would be interested in this sick looking granola cruncher.

She kept away from the girl as the medical personnel swarmed around her. Everyone on board were given hazmat suits to wear. Gabrielle just wanted to rip the girl out of her protective layers and question her about Victor.

The flight was boring except for visions of interrogating the girl and thoughts about Victor. There was no sex on this leg of the trip. It occurred to her that all those open wounds she and Mark had just done to one another were risk factors with whatever stupid disease this was the slut had.

Still, so far violence had not erupted. Her eyes swept the people continuously looking for signs of an attack. The stupid bio suits made it harder not only to move quickly but also to see the expression and read others.

Her adrenaline was in high gear for the entire flight. It seemed to last forever. Then she heard the pilot announce their eminent descent and landing. She wondered if Reese and Victor would be there and if they were would they be holding weapons on them or could they be trusted.

She had to snort at that. No one could be trusted. There were times you couldn't even trust yourself.

 

[Babette_____]

Cassandra laid eyes on the girls, but wasn’t able to touch them, hold them, caress their cheeks or even speak to them. She and Alex had taken out two of the Haz Mat team members and managed to slip in with the group. They had gotten to the air port, found one of Alex’s agents waiting for them and quickly were caught up with the events.

The woman was infected with the virus and her daughters were on board with her agent Mark. She couldn’t signal to him that she was there, nor could she point him out to Alex. They both had to remain professional.

As the plane ascended back to the proper altitude Cass studied her daughters, taking in every feature, every moment, and every spark of communication they seemed to share with each other though no words were spoken.

Her eyes moved to Gabi and she wanted to reach out and hold her, comfort her, love her and tell her how sorry she was. She knew all about her daughter’s life, at least what was reported through the eyes of her sister, once Olivia found her. She also knew all the reports that had been placed in her personal files. What she didn’t know for certain where the missing pieces, pieces to a puzzle that Gabi kept hidden behind her beautiful face.

She continued her assessment and looked at her other daughter. Sophia sat there her body held with grace that equaled her sister’s. But Sophia looked more at ease with her surroundings. Cass didn’t buy for a minute she knew her daughters were trained to give someone a different impression then what they were truly feeling inside. Sophia’s eyes showed distrust of everyone and everything around her. Cass knew that Sophia had lived a charmed life up until the recruitment and she wondered if that was why Sophia joined the agency in the first place. Her life had been simple... now it was anything but.

Cass averted her gaze when she thought the girls had noticed her. Her eyes went to Alex’s who sat diagonal from her and she could see that he too studied their daughters, and he too wanted them away from all this drama.

 

[leopardlover]

Mark chuckles, watching the sisters. He outright laughs at Sophia's comment.

"Don't talk to me about it. Talk to Tony. Maybe he is losing it in his old age."

He goes about, getting ready to land, taking his own preferred weapons, among them some grenades, a few handguns and plenty of ammo as well as two sai. He checks his cell then and sees the message from Cass. He contemplates sharing but doesn't get the chance.

They land and Rain boards. He looks at it a bit oddly, but stays well away, listening and watching for any information. He moves to Gabi's side, smiling softly and speaking for her ears only.

"I meant to thank you. I absolutely loved the ride. We really should do it again. And perhaps other things. I'd love to get to know you. Even if it was sports fucking. If you're interested of course. Since I'm sticking with you for at least a while and all..."