Post Ferrum

[Cherubian]

The blackness was eternal. The nothing. The oblivion. Where fragments of thoughts erratically flickered, unable even to find enoug cohesion for a dream. Just weightless, timeless drifting in the ocean of nowhere, that had gone on since forever. Would continue forever. That ...

There ...

Somewhere on the very edge of infinity reality was coalescing. Like the blood in a wound figments began to clot, to band together, stray threads of nothingness forming a thought. And that first thought attracted others, solidifying out of the swirling nether, teaming up, cooperating, interacting. And the thoughts became conscious.

It ... she ... was waking.

Neurons were firing up once more as the grip of total sleep receeded. She could think again. And she could sense. For the first time in aeons the outside found reception in the windings of her brain. A tugging to her left and right. Acoustic nose. Sound.

Only very faintly though. And far away. Tiny droplets causing faint ripples ina very large lake. A scraping of heavy on heavy. And then, ever so muffled ... voices.

"Told you Mark, one of em switches will open that door" Young that one, brash, confident.

"Yeah Dave, yer a real smartie. Now don't durdle around and let's see what's inside..." That one older, annoyed, cynical.

"Man, I tell you, that must stem from before the Rusting" Again the enthusiasm "Look, that's plastic all over the place. Maybe kept em plague outside? Maybe stuff inside is still intact..."

She could feel now. Feel how the blood again coursed through her veins, every blood vessel radiating agony as the hot red juice of life once again blazed its path throughout. How the icy chill that gripped her limbs receeded in a wake of pain. This awakening was too rude. Too fast. Something was wrong.

"Look at that!" pure excitement "A fire axe! And I bet that head is pure steel!"

"Darn, I think you are right." Reluctant admiration. "Seems it was a good idea to check out that hole in the ground. Better don't show that axe around, though. And let's get going, there must be more..."

Gel. She was resting on a gel cushion that was most precisely hugging her back, a comfortable bedding for a long rest. And she could hear steps now, heavy boots on solid ground. They were coming closer. And then the volume of noise almost overwhelmed her as another door slid open, this one very close. The entrance to her room?

"What the fuck is that?" Booming, shouting, a crescendo threatening to shatter her ears. Only slowly her hearing adjusted, toning down the intensity. "What is in those pods?" "Maybe some sexy chicks from the past?" that one was the Mark again.

"Yeah sure, like ... here..." A sharp intake of breath. In a subdued, shocked tone the Dave continued "Sheesh, that one must have been dead for years. Guess you were right Mark. Be my guest."

"Asshole..."

"Yeah, would have been a wonder if after all that time one of em...wait, that one's still whole. And whoa look at her... What a hot redhead." Rushed steps, then "Whoa, yer right. What a fine ass and tits... How do we open that thing?"

Fingers and toes. She had fingers and toes, and she felt them again. She could sense how inch by inch she reestablished contact with her body, neural pathways conecting once more. Would she be able to move.

Rocking and shaking could be heard, busy fingers, latches snapping. "I think I know how to get at her..." "Yeah, lucky one get to nail that hot babe first..." "Finders keepers, but don't worry, might be inna good mood and let ye have a taste yerself ..."

A boot kicking against something solid, som incomprehensible cussing. "Blast it, checkin for another ... Damn, dead ... dead ..." steps coming closer "WHOA! Look at the gigantic udders on that black bitch!"

Her will had focused, sending the command with all the strength she could muster, and she succeeded. Her eyelids fluttered, and finally went open.

The opaque blur of color quickly condensed into solid shapes, and there from beyond the plexiglass dome above a round face, aged, sparse hair, beard stubbles, double chin, was greedily grinning down at her.

 

[HotKittygirl]

It started out as a tickle, a light flicker of something far, far away. It rippled and swelled before dying down again, only to return with more force. Soon the tickle turned into something more, a subtle sensation that grew and grew. It turned into a prickling sensation, lightly at first before overwhelming the senses that had laid dormant for so long.

Pins and needles raced across her frame, causing those sleek muscles to twitch violently. The sensation was like rolling over in your sleep and finding you had been laying on your arm and it was asleep...for a decade or two. A coolness accompanied the prickling as it swept down limbs and to the very core of her frame. She even felt it in her lips and eyes, though the latter was more like two large knitting needles than tiny little pin pricks. A wobbling sound resounded in her ears, a low drone that echoed on and off, sometimes from the right or the left. Finally it seemed to settle near her feet, toes that were slowly but surely gaining sensation back.

It was unfortunate the first sensation was so horrible and wretched. It left the woman's senses reeling as they tried to shake off the dust of a deep and unnatural sleep. Shortly after her mind began to properly function, brief memories and flash backs raced before her eyes.

She remembered her name, Fiona, at least it was before she was giving the test subject title of RA3069. The prickling sensation in her limbs brought back visions of needles and tubes, men in white lab coats, others in army uniforms telling her she was doing a great service for her country. But what country was that? She couldn't remember, even her last name or where she was born wasn't coming to mind.

It was then she realized that the muffled drone wasn't some machine but a voice, along with the desperate sounds of hands on the curious pod she was now contained in. Weakly her gaze fluttered open, finding a haze had overtaken those hazel orbs. She saw nothing but blurred shapes and undefinable movement, yet even as her consciousness began to grow her limbs felt as heavy as lead.

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This entire place was a treasure trove. Mark couldn't believe his eyes when they found it all, but everything was forgotten when he first saw that sleek, unbelievably sexy body of that red head. She was simply amazing, perfection that those old eyes had never seen. It was such a shame that he did not spot her first, the only thought that either men had at the sight was to see who got it first.

Yet it seemed the Gods were smiling down on him as he counted off the dead, desiccated bodies in broken pods and befell this ebon goddess. He forgot all about the other one, let Dave keep her, his eyes greedily devoured the lush, gravity defying swells of this dark beauty. The logical thoughts of just why was there a room of sealed, naked women in some underground bunker never once crossed his mind. No, he felt an undeniable pull, an almost irrational desire to rip this pod open and have at this beautiful woman. He already felt the blood stirring in his loins, a sensation he hadn't felt in some time and never this forceful. Thick, shorty fingers brushed over the cool pod, though at first he could find no discernible way to open it.

It wasn't until he cast a glance back at his younger comrade that he figured out just how to pry this beast open.

“Come to daddy,” He said darkly, with a deep chuckle that caused his old frame to jostle and bounce. In his youth he had been a passably handsome man, though that was a long time ago and life had been rough even then. The strain of a life of constant survival was clearly evident on his bearded face and calloused hands. A few latches snapped out of place and he swore he heard some kind of hiss, but from exactly where he wasn't sure.

“You get yours open?” He called out from before his own pod, the excitement already pumping him up. “I might trade yah after I break this dark beauty in.” He said with a deep laugh, the tip of his tongue lapping out over his lips as he almost felt himself salivating over the prospect. With all the strength he cold muster he shoved against the pod's lid, hoisting and hefting to get it to bud. He wasn't sure if he was just getting too old for this or it was frozen shut, but the promise of what was inside drove the man to crack it open like an egg.

 

[Cherubian]

The moment the transparent cover shell dropped to the side with a loud clatter Dave felt an exhilarating rush running through his body, converging on his loins. That babe down beneath him was the hottest piece of ass he had seen in like … forever. He did not care about his older comrades prattling, glad the guy had found some piece of meat to fuck for himself mostly because it would keep him off his back for a bit longer. “Yeah, take your time, I will be occupied for a while …” he half spoke, half murmured as his eyes were already glued to the pale beauty beneath him.

The face that so mustered Fiona belonged to a young man in his early twenties and was surprisingly good looking, clear, classical features, a distinctive straight nose, and mostly those deep blue eyes, still vivid with energy and not worn down by the harsh realities of the ruined world around him. Mark’s pessimism and cynicism had not been able to infect him yet. And currently those eyes flared with unbridled desire. The only marring feature would be the small smudges of dirt on his youthfully wrinkle free skin or in the blond locks above.

Hands at the end of strong arms reached inside and began to feel up his prize, and as he leaned over her Fiona could make out that his upper body matched his face, broad shouldered and muscular, currently covered in a blue green checkered shirt and some vest of indefinite material, both in fading colors already showing signs of wear. He started slowly, carefully, as if trying to save the best for last, calloused hands beginning at her sides, one traveling downward as the other slip up towards her chest, fingers reaching around and beneath her cupping her buttock as others finally could not hold back any longer and slipped over one of those luscious mounds, his tongue appearing between his soft lips as he placed his first probing grip. So soft and still supple through the touch, he had to sigh in happiness as he felt another tug in his pants.

It was then that by chance his eyes fell on hers, and noticed they were open. “Hey darling” he grinned at her “woken up in time for the show? Want to see what little big Dave can do for you? Why don’t you get up, huh?” He briefly let go of her tit and pulled at her arm, only to see her limply drop back into her lying position the moment he let go.

~*~​

Tina closely watched the man rummaging above her, heard his shouts and the clicking of the latches, and then, finally the cover of the pod fell away, shoved to the side with overwhelming force and giving him free access to her prone form.

Most of the pain had subsided by now, tiny pinpricks here and there the only temporary reminders of the emergency wakeup procedure she had been subjected to for some reason, and nod only could she feel her full body again, ever so slowly she felt life flooding back into her. Her eyelids were already stable, and with great effort she could move her lips or nostrils – or even slightly roll her head to one side or another. Even her toes and the tips of her fingers moved ever so briefly, a good indication she had not suffered any lasting damage.

Throughout all this she had ample opportunity to study the man rummaging above her, and most of all that strange, primal, animalistic glint in his eyes and the palpable desire he felt and was in no way hesitant to express. She had seen such before, she suddenly remembered. The men in the white coats had shown her animated pictures of the world outside. To prepare her they said. She had seen those men with what she now recognized as a desire to mate, or rather to copulate and find release.

She also recalled now how she had learned that not always the women were willing participants, and the men would take what they wanted with force, supposedly a horrendous experience for the female. She knew nothing of that first hand, but with anxiety she realized she would soon find out on her own. In her current condition she was in no position to prevent him from doing as he wanted with her.

 

[HotKittygirl]

Fiona's consciousness finally fully awakened and she found herself on a flat surface, devoid of any clothing, with her arms and legs without the strength to move. Weakly she was able to move her head and she felt her lips part and her tongue swirl within the confines of her dry mouth. How her eyelids felt heavy, still they wanted to close again but her senses told her now wasn't the time. The air moved about her frame, even as she found she had no control to move it her sensation of feeling was still very well intact. Occasionally she found the strength to twitch a finger, move her big toe, perhaps if given the opportunity to focus she could have drawn herself back into a fully functioning state.

Yet, Fiona wasn't given such an opportunity. There was no denying the rough hands against her silken, smooth flesh; such a stark and vivid contrast. Without conscious thought her frame tensed and quivered as Dave touched her side, slipping his hand down to her pert and firm backside. Memories of past lovers came to the surface at that touch and a weak murmur of a gasp fell past those parted lips. Still, Fiona couldn't find the strength in herself to react, even as she felt the anxiety of the moment and the beat of her heart quickening. Even her own body betrayed her, those firm, rounded swells were so sensitive to the touch, Dave would have to be blind not to see her nipples stiffening from the contact. She should resist that touch somehow, fight him off. After all, who in the hell was this man? He referred to himself as 'Big Dave', though she couldn't recall anyone named Dave at the lab. So many questions raced through her mind though she found no will to ask them. Even as he teased her, lifting her up from the pod's surface Fiona's body simply crumble back down into its prone position. She managed a strangled mutter, like someone gasping for air. Her eyes though were focused on Dave's own, hazel meeting that fierce blue with a hint of apprehension and curiosity.

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Mark licked his lips as if he was just about to dig into a steak dinner. Instinctively he reached up and smoothed back a strand of his thinning hair, it still held its black coloration except near the temples where it had gone silver long ago. His beard matched his hair, black with a peppering of white at the edges. It was tricky to shave and with age Mark simply stopped caring. While he had always been a cynical person, the harsh life he now lived had truly broken the man. It was this golden opportunity that had given him a hint of faith, at least faith that he was going to finally enjoy himself for a few moments. His pants had never felt tighter as he pried the shell off of his prize, who seemed very much alive though in no real rush to go anywhere.

“Well hullo there,” He said gruffly, giving the ebon-hued beauty a lingering look from head to toe. Truly he had never seen such a fine specimen before, even his dreams were dismal in comparison. Despite the savoring glances he gave those calloused hands were soon upon that frame, starting at the tautness of her stomach before he instinctively went for those ample breasts. More than a handful for his stubby fingers, Mark all but groaned as he squeezed them, pressing them up and together as he admired the softness against his rough hands.

“I've never seen such massive tits before. They feel so real!” He said aloud, meeting that brown gaze with a look of surprise and glee. As he leaned over her frame there was no denying his frame, hunched shoulders and rounded belly stretching the material of the undershirt he wore over a flannel jacket. It had holes and patches and looked about to fall apart. Already a few beads of sweat gathered upon his wide brow, the anticipation of the moment almost too much. Yet he still caught sight of Dave grabbing a hold of the flaming little red head, watching her flop back down without any effort.



“Yer doin' it all wrong. Punk kids,” Mark snorted in disgust at the sight. One hand released her left breast, only to let it jostle back into place as his hand slid down the curve of her side, before it greedily disappeared between her toned thighs and brushed against her mound. “I'll show yah how it's done.”

Why he felt the need to one up the young man, well, one may never know. But he had his own prize, he should be content with it. Still, he was a man and proving the younger generation wrong was always a top priority even in an age after the “Rusting”.

“C'mon beautiful. Let's get yah nice and wet. I got a surprise for yah that should perk you right up,” Dave said smugly, letting his fingers roam over the woman's slit before he parted her with his middle digit.

 

[Cherubian]

And indeed Dave had noticed, those hardening buds making him chuckle “Glad to see not everything about you is limp and immobile. So you love the company, huh?” The wide smile now etched into his face, a mixture of the anticipation of things to come and the glee at what he would do next.

He reached out again, one hand extracting itself from beneath her hips so both sets of fingers could busy themselves with one nipple each. In perfect synchronity he picked them up between thumb and index finger and began a slow, twirling motion. Already she had groaned under his previous grips, and so he teasingly mocked her “Let’s her how you like that…” the pattern continuing as he began to lift them, and the soft flesh attached to them, about an inch.

As entertaining as these games were, though, his straining pants urgently reminded him that he wanted more, and considering the rather passive participation of his current lover he saw no reason to delay any further. “Let’s get you outta this, girl, so I can take proper care of you…” and his fingers parted, her breasts snapping back into their natural position as his flat hands slid alongside Fiona’s chest and under her armpits. Once a solid grip seemed established Dave pulled her up in one fell swoop. Although she was taller than average she still felt light as a feather. Finally he held her nude body against him, her head lolling around before it dropped forward, her cheek coming to rest against his right shoulder. Her breasts pressed against his chest strongly enough for him to feel those hardened buds through the fabric of his shirt. He felt the warmth of her waking body so close to him, his heart began racing, and he was flush with wild passion. Soon he would have her, and the wait was both tantalizing and beautiful.

First he needed to get her legs out of the pod, though. While his right hand stayed where it was the left one went slower, darting in between her legs from behind and getting a solid grip against the inside of her right thigh, the edge of his hand pressing against her intimate parts as he hauled her upwards again, and then, finally, he had her out, a limp living puppet dangling in his strong grip, and so close. Her feminine smell was almost overwhelming, so sweet and free of the grime and stink of the world outside.

But what next? How to proceed? On the floor? His eyes darted around, and by chance they fell onto the adjacent pod. The round half tube was almost exactly at hip height. Perfect! “You are going to like this…” he jokingly whispered into her ear before he took the one step forward and then half turned her before lowering her into position, careful not to let her drop from too great a height. Who would want to fuck damaged goods?

Fiona plopped down. Dave’s aim had been quite accurate, and her stomach and midsection landed right on the pod, the cool glass pressing against her soft skin. Her arms and head wee dangling down the far side, her nose pushed against the polished metal. Giving one critical glance Dave gripped her hips and pulled her up another three inches, causing her whole body to slide forward, before he was satisfied with the arrangements. Her long, shapely legs were still bent as the pod was not high enough, but also spread enough for the man to get a first glimpse at the treasures awaiting him.

“Now let’s see if yer ready for Dave…” the left hand again came up between her thighs, but this time intentionally albeit rather crudely probing her lower lips while she could hear the rustling sound of a pair of pants being undone.

~*~​

Was the man a trained medic? Rationally Tina knew this not to be the case, fragments of flashbacks crossing her mind’s eye from the first aid training she underwent. But still, it seemed as if his groping hands were massaging life back into her. Her massive mammary glands, those heavy obstacles hanging from her chest that had held the attention of many a lab assistant, developed a comforting heat, ever growing the longer the treatment lasted. A heat that began to spread over her whole body, finding another focal point right between her legs.

Tina became consciously aware of her breathing at this moment. Or rather of how it grew heavier despite her not performing any physically demanding task. Sharply she exhaled, her eyes now wide awake and firmly locked onto the man above her, wondering why exactly what he did had such a profound effect onto her.

The moment his finger began probing between her legs she became aware of something else. Moisture. Right down there. Had she wetted herself during her long sleep? No, that was not it, that felt different, slicker, like she was coated in a very thin sheen of lubricant that eased the man’s access until her vaginal walls were parted for the first time, violently stoking the fire that was already burning inside her. And as he dug deeper, the tip of his finger finally hitting her intact hymen, the first sound in a long time escaped her dry parted lips, a long, content, drawn out “Uuuuhhhh…”

 

[HotKittygirl]

Fiona felt a rush of warmth to her cheeks as the man spoke to her, only then did the realization of her arousal become evident. The warmth did not just linger on her cheeks though; his touch seemed to ignite something inside her that Fiona didn’t know existed. It didn’t just linger upon those ripe, lush swells, no, it rippled down her frame, causing her stomach to tense before that sensation flooded her loins and left an undeniable warmth between those toned thighs.

How was this even possible? It shouldn’t be, a rational voice in the back of her mind cried out. Yet there was no denying the arousal, especially as those calloused fingers began to swirl and twist her hardened nipples. Her lips parted a bit more as Dave began to tug upon her, that weak gasping sound coming from deep in her throat; it was all that she manage even as the sensation only fueled the fires within her. The logical thought process that had awakened from such a long slumber was slowly being dismissed all over again, much to Fiona’s surprise and ire.

Her head was swimming by the time Dave released her nipples, how she felt the desire to moan aloud though she could find nothing but that weak croak to escape past her lips. Before she knew it she was in the air, being man-handled like a life-sized doll. For a brief few moments she could take in the handsome man before her, those piercing blue eyes. Why did she think of that as she was hoisted into the air, her face all but smashing against his shoulder.

Slender fingers twitched as she was lifted from the tube fully, the hand on her thigh sending more than a few ripples of anticipation through her. She could not fathom what would happen next and truthfully she never thought she would find herself in the position she did. The tube was cool against her flesh, especially after literally being smashed against the warmth of Dave, ah, the heat of a living body even for that brief moment was near irresistible. But Fiona had no choice in this matter, she was slung over the tube like a sack of meat. Her arms dangled lifeless on either side of her face, her nose smushed against the cool metal of the tube. She felt the cool air between her thighs and for a second time she recalled just how wet she was. Those coarse fingers found that dampness, her sticky, slick nectar of arousal. Fiona released another mangled groan as he touched her heat, her legs were still limp and lifeless but she felt the lightning of his touch arc through them.

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The sound she made was indeed surprising, Mark almost leapt back at it. Yet there was no denying the warmth that he found there, his fingertips were dribbling with such already. He also found something very shocking as well. He almost squealed at the very thought, this sinfully curved ice babe was a virgin? He would be the first to taste of her sweetness, oh yes, nothing short of a heart attack was going to stop him. With a causal glance to the side he spotted Dave hoisting the red head up into his arms. For a moment he faltered, the ebon beauty had a good few inches more on the other and even him. She was a petite thing though, still, he lacked the sheer physical strength of youth that his partner just displayed.

“Well then, sweet thing. Big Daddy Mark has a little present for yah that will make yah squeal. Don’t worry…I’ll take good care of yah,” He said with a undeniable glee in his tone. Without thought he withdrew his fingers and brought them to his lips, to take a curious taste of this girl’s sweetness. He wasn’t disappointed as his tongue swirled over his fingers. With a deep bodied chuckle he clasp his belly and rolled up his sleeves before he literally threw himself into the tube.

“C’mere!” He bellowed, wrapping his arms under her legs and shoulders. With great effort the aging man hoisted Tina into the air with a thunderous groan. There was no denying the cracking of his vertebrae as he lifted he dead weight from the tube. “Yah could help some…” He grunted between clenched teeth, his mustache bristling as he took one step back and turned. For a moment he feared he was going to let her drop to the cold hard ground, though he redoubled his grip and waddled way from the tub. Not to be outdone by his lustful associate, Mark looked about for his own place to sate his desires.
With another grunt he decided upon the cool ground as opposed to the oval pods, after all he wasn’t the tallest man around and he doubted his endurance to keep a limp body in place. Instead, he waddled towards their initial entrance and their gear. By the time he approached he felt his legs quivering from the weight and it took every bit of him not to drop her. Instead he nestled her into a sitting position against the wall, before he snatched up his own backpack and ripped off the old and ratty blanket he used nightly. His backpack was placed on one side and only then did turn his attention back to his onyx prize. With that same lewd grin he gathered her up, half dragging, half holding her onto the blanket. He deposited a bit more roughly this time onto her back, making certain that her head nestled the backpack for support. Only then did he crawl to infront of her frame, his hands eagerly pawing at her thighs, brushing them apart to expose his prize. He couldn’t deny the scent of her arousal, nor the confines of his pants growing tighter. Without another thought he grasped at his belt and hastily began to unbuckle and unleash his rigid, achingly hard shaft to the cool air.

 

[Cherubian]

“Whoa, check this out, Mark” Dave laughed out loudly “I am so irresistible that babe is already soaking wet just from me lifting her out of that thing. And can you hear how she moans already? Can hardly wait for me. Don’t worry, darling, I won’t keep you waiting much longer…”

His eyes had drifted over to his comrade, and to the slumped form of Tina leaning against the wall, and that made him fall silent, his mouth still half open. For once his companion had not exaggerated, those really were some amazing tits that black chick had hanging from her chest. Sure he had seen similar, even bigger ones before, but only on women that weighed around two hundred ponds. On that slender frame, however, they truly looked impressive. Mark, that son of a bitch…

Dave shook his head, tearing himself away from that picture. Big udders were nice and all for looking and a bit of groping, but what he needed now was a well fitting soft and warm sheath for his needy sword, and looking down at those trim perfect curves beneath her, that toned back and butt, he was certain he would not be disappointed. Almost lovingly his free hand ran over her, his palm tracing the contour of her midsection and her pert butt. So soft and firm at the same time, he let out a very content sigh, the well endowed black beauty was forgotten. “Darling, you are just fantastic…” he murmured, his voice laden with honest admiration.

By now his other hand had managed to undo his belt, his pants almost immediately sliding down to his ankles, letting the famed Little Big Dave finally spring free, and evidently there was only slight exaggeration in that nickname, as the revealed genital was indeed of considerable size, especially now that the blood already made it pulsate, erect and hard as it was. Gripped by the base the flaring mushroom head was immediately directed to the wet folds greeting him, and began to trace slowly up and down, picking up those sweet juices, the tantalizing friction causing Dave to let out a deep, guttural groan.

“Oh baby, I can’t wait any longer…” he finally purred throatily, his tip unerringly finding its way to her entrance, and the moment the pink head managed to spread her lips his hips began to push forward. Dave was in no hurry, and his advance was slow, very slow indeed, but just as unwavering and irresistible. He was resolved to fully savor every single inch he advanced into her, feeling how her inner walls parted in slow motion to give way to his assault. About halfway in the hand around the base of his shaft went up, to join his other around her hips, providing a solid grip to further support his endeavor.

She was a perfect fit, hugging his meat so closed and tightly, exceeding his expectations, and although his physical exertion was not too great the first beads of sweat were already forming on his heated forehead. He felt almost as if her were in a fever. And eventually he could not go any further, his hips firmly pressed against her squeezed buttocks, his balls hanging against her nether lips, and his rod buried inside her to the hilt. That way he waited and rested, blissfully enjoying the grandiose feeling of her being wrapped so tightly around him, her heat meeting his as he throbbed inside her.

“Darling, you feel just wonderful”

~*~​

Tina could feel the cold of the wall through her shoulder blades as her head sagged forward, her chin coming to rest on her chest. Still, that gave her a decent enough vantage point to survey the room ahead of her. And to give her a flashback, fragments rising from the depth of her mind to form a memory of days past …

”Don’t worry, Tina” the man across her had said as he gestured to one of the pods. He was middle aged and rather nondescript, of average height and build. On the breast pocket of his white lab coat a small metal sign identified him as one ‘Lawson’. Yes, Dr. Philipp Lawson, research assistant. “It is a harmless experiment, we are just confirming that with your enhancements you are well suited for cryo sleep. So maybe you can travel to the stars one day…” Something resembling a smile appeared on his lips in an effort to comfort her. “We will closely monitor your every life signal, and stop at the first sign of danger. If you will undress now, please?”

She had followed his order without a second thought. Was there another option? It had been this way all her life, the men in white told her what to do and she did it. Quickly and methodically she stripped out of the dark blue overall and draped it over his helpfully outstretched arm. For most of the time the researcher was able to keep a straight, professional face, only briefly did his eyes dart down her frame on a few occasions. And without further prodding she climbed inside the apparatus, slowly stretching out on the adaptive soft padding. Looking around once more she could see as another of the men in white led the next test candidate into the room, a pale redhead. Fiona if she remembered correctly…

Tina was torn out of her introspection by coarse hands under her armpits pulling her forward. Her eyes briefly fell on the scene on that other pod. Wasn’t that that same Fiona who was now draped over one of them and approached from behind by a stranger? A rather rustically clad stranger she had never met before. And he was about to fornicate with her…

Her field of vision changed again as she was placed onto her back, the back of her head coming to rest on something soft and elevated, allowing her to watch closely as that heavyset men spread her legs wide with deft, rapid movements. He would do something to her, she was certain. He would penetrate her soon. The lingering anticipation stirred violently now. She felt no fear, only apprehension and curiosity. A curiosity laden with an intensity she was surprised of, an intensity that managed to make her waking body tremble.

 

[HotKittygirl]

Fiona heard the words, the almost longing touch of his hands upon her back and pert rear, which instinctively tensed and firmed within his grasp for but a moment. There was no denying that sensation, a ripple of electricity in her lower regions, arching down her otherwise numb legs. Yet with each passing moment she felt some life returning, if only the reaction to this man's touch. She recalled the name again, Dave, but still it held no meaning to her, not as she watched as her breath frosted the cool metal before her.

The undeniable pleasure of his touch, the overwhelming arousal was almost too much, coupled with her inability to do nothing about it. As much as her lower half was one fire, burning and smoldering from Dave's touch, her upper frame was nothing if still not a limp, wet noodle. Her arms hung lifelessly upon either side of her face, blocking her view even if she could lift her head. Thus far, nothing works but her eyelids and lips, even her tongue still left thick and odd in the confines of her mouth. Still, she had her voice, even if it was but a weak groan from Dave's administrations. There was no denying the sensation of those probing fingers, his oddly gentle but firm touch; neither was the sound of his pants being undone and falling about his ankles. Fiona knew what to expect next, it wasn't as if she hadn't been here before (well, not exactly this situation).

Yet still, the way his head trailed out over her glistening petals, spreading them gingerly as he trailed himself up and down her damp slit; how it ignited the smoldering embers of her desire into a flaming inferno of lust. He felt so hot against her flesh, her lips parted and Fiona let out what could only be described as some sort of animalistic cry as he gained his slow, inevitable entrance. She had no idea how long she had been a popsicle, but as Dave claimed her Fiona's mind imaged it had been at least a hundred years. At least that was how it felt since she had been claimed like this, that entire toned, athletic frame tensed and quivered uncontrollably. She could feel every inch of that engorged shaft as he pressed forth, stretching her inner walls, which eagerly constricted back around him at the same time.

“AahnnnFuck!” Fiona snarled, gashing down upon her bottom lip as Dave's hips pressed against her, impaling her fully upon his girth and allowing them to simply sit there and savor the moment.

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The sound of Dave claiming the smoking hot red head reached Mark's ears, the old man couldn't help but give them a glance before his eyes returned to his prize. He could have the pale one, this dark skinned beauty was all his. If only Dave knew she was in such pristine condition too, the very thought only made that lewd grin even wider. Already his belt was undone and those ill-fitting pants simply burst up, his member arching proudly before him below his rounded gut. Even in hard times like this Mark always ate good, he wasn't the nicest guy if he didn't have a decent meal (even them it was questionable). But right now, well, this was better than any steak dinner! His movements were frantic and exaggerated, just as Dave savored the moments and definitions of Fiona's frame, Mark could think of nothing but digging right in. His jacket was shrugged off and shirt nearly torn from over his head, revealing his upper frame complete with the sparse, dark tufts of hair across his chest, shoulders and arms.

“Don't worry yer pretty little head,” Mark said briskly, one hand unconciously smoothing back through his hair, swiping it over from right to left over his thinning brow. “I was known as a great lover in my youth. I know how to handle a lady. It's like ridin' a bike...you don't forget that!”

Those strong hands grasp toned thighs and forced them eagle, grasping at the silken flesh of Tina's inner thighs urgently. The anticipation was almost too much for his old heart, already it was thundering in his ears and beads of perspiration were trickling down his brow and cheeks. If he didn't push this moment forward, well, he might end up splattering his excitement all over her legs. He intended to at least be inside her when that moment came (pun intended). One hand clung to Tina's right thigh, hoisting her hips up a bit as he slid closer, his other arm bracing himself against the floor as he towered over that ebon frame. With her thighs resting against his pudgy hips he slid his free hand between them, curling stubby digits about his girth and gliding the underside of his rigid head against those damp folds. The old man nearly hissed at the sensation, as if he were being burned by the warmth of her passions.

“Ah god,” He puffed, his eyes already starting to roll into the back of his head as his back arched and thrust forth with all the eagerness he could muster. “Thank you lord!”

He bellowed as he used all his strength to plow his hips forward, claiming that tight sheath in one swift, brutal thrust that forced their frames together in a resounding clash of flabby flesh and toned ebon skin.

 

[Cherubian]

“Your wish will be granted, young lady.” Dave laughed, a sparkle of humor and amusement glinting up in his eyes “You will be fucked … thoroughly”

And then, putting his actions into words, he finally began to move. Again, there was no urgency in him, no desire to rush things. Instead he withdrew at a moderate pace, savoring how her inner walls still taut around him grazed along his length and collapsed where his stabilizing girth was no longer present, all the while creating a light suctioning effect, almost as if she was unwilling to let him go. He had experienced the same before, but never in that intensity. Indeed the redhead was in very good shape, tight and trim, and the realization widened his happy grin.

He did not pause this time though. The moment only his head was left inside her he immediately shifted gears towards re-entry, keeping his pace. The building rhythm was slow, methodical and deep, his hands staying on her hips, holding her lightly to keep her from sliding off that perfect position she currently was in, and drawn out slurping sounds could be heard throughout the room, interspersed with the light slap whenever his hips touched her buttocks the moment he completely hilted himself into her.

It did not stay that way, though. Passion was starting to build in Dave, his loins on fire as the constant friction along his length made his eyes gleam with lust and his genital burn with an ache to continue digging into that sweet soft harbor. Imperceptively at first his pace picked up, the slaps and slurps of their mating coming more frequent as she could hear his breathing picking up. Those pert flinching buttocks now got squeezed every time they hit the closest point in their cycle, ripples of the impact softly traversing through Fiona’s body.

And then there was a sudden stop. “Sorry little robin, I'm such a brute.” There was just a little trace of mockery dripping from his voice, a playfulness lacking true malice. “I’m only thinking about banging you, not asking how you’d like to be done…”. His tempo slowed back to his original pace, a slow, intense in and out, going on for three or four strokes “Wanna be nailed like this …” Suddenly Fiona could feel one hand reaching up and firmly gripping her right shoulder, while the other’s hold on her hips intensified “ … or like that?” He had been almost completely withdrawn, and his hips bucked forward with a force, speed and urgency not displayed before, his phallus ramming into her with full force, deeply impaling her in a split second, the power of the impact lifting her hips by at least an inch.

~*~​

That one single, initial thrust was almost like a revelation for Tina. The pain of her tearing hymen was washed away in a flood of intense and unknown pleasure as the older man’s genital, driven on by all the enthusiasm he could muster, dove into her. She did not notice the trickle of blood stemming from her lost virginity that now coated his length, all she was aware of was how she was stretched, spread and impaled, how she wrapped oh so tightly around that other man’s meat as it was wedged deeply inside her, and how it all felt so exceptionally wonderful.

Every inch he grazed along her sensible inner walls started on his rushed foray started a new cacophony of sensations radiating out from the spot of their union, sending invigorating jolts throughout all of her, from her groin to the tips of her fingers and toes, and speeding the recovery of her numbed limbs better than any defibrillator.

As an immediate feedback her whole body began to jerk, her torso rearing up as her back arched, hovering over the blanket only supported by her buttocks and shoulder blades, even against the pressure of the old man’s gut bearing down on her. Fingers began to curl and paw at the blanket beneath them, and her hips and thighs tried to lift her legs in a sudden urge to wrap themselves around his hips, halting midway and dropping back down as they were not quite strong enough yet to succeed.

Eyes were tightly shut once again, the overwhelming sensory input turning any visual focus moot. And lastly her lips, torn apart by the desire to scream did not manage more than a gurgling, throaty moan, followed by the first syllables to be formed in years

“Sssssuuuhhhh … goooooood!”

 

[HotKittygirl]

Fiona got just what she had asked for, or at least that was what he told her. In all honesty it was just an utterance in the heat of the moment, her body reacting to the stimuli as it assaulted her beyond any logical sense. Logically, she should have pushed up and snapped his neck like a tooth pick, perhaps gouged his eyes out before hand for good measure. But since her rather abrupt and painful awakening nothing had been logical. Her mind was still reeling from it all, and now, with this hunk of a man hilted deep within her as few before him had been, well, fuck logic.

She couldn't resist it, not that she wanted to at the moment. How her body reacted beautifully to his administrations, his touch, the contact of his loins against her pert backside. Each movement he made, either to withdraw or thrust forth sent another jolt of electricity through her frame, reawakening it in a way few scientists thought of when they put them in cold storage so long ago. The tingling started in her extremities all over again though it was far from the painful prickling sensation it had been before. It was more of a warmth seeping into those cold joints and muscles, life returning and with it, strength.

Each time their frames joined another lewd moan escaped past her lips, she was no longer the passive doll he had pulled out of the tube; vocally she reacted to his claiming with nothing short of one passionate groan after the other. Her first word had been an expletive, though it wouldn't truly be the last.

“Ahhn! F-fuck!” Fiona moaned again, her eyes fluttering closed as Dave hilted himself so fully within her, stretching the girl to her limits all over. That weak, trembling squeak of a voice was replaced by a deep, husky rumble of a moan, sultry and appealing and more than a little appreciative of his claiming. Fingers twitched and curled as the sleek muscles of her arms tensed as well, the feeling returning to them slowly but surely. Fiona felt the bite of her nails against her palm just as sure as Dave's prick invading her tight depths; how they squeezed him for everything he was worth with each thrust. Fiona began to lose count of it all before he came to a sudden stop, his words filtering past his ears but they weren't fully registered.

Shortly after though it dawned upon the fiery haired soldier that he was asking her just how she wanted it. There was a playful mockery in that tone, something that Fiona attached onto as she felt her strength returning. Sharply she gnashed down upon her bottom lip as he began again, another few thrusts just to display his meaning before he did something Fiona was not expecting. His entire strength was placed behind that thrust, or at least it felt that way. Fiona's legs locked and her back arched fully as he slammed into her without mercy. It was then that her body finally decided to react fully, the electricity coursed through her frame and jolted awake her numb muscles. Her arms tensed and hands eagerly sought to grasp the side of the tube where it rested against the housing of the leg. Her head snapped back and that short red mane whipping about her ravishing feature. Her mouth lay agap as she cried out at that fierce thrust, her voice rising to on high before she shot a rather nasty glare out over her shoulder in Dave's direction.

“Fuck me,” She demanded, the first real sentence she spoke. Already those shapely hips began to eagerly rock back and forth from side to side, grinding over his thick shaft as those inner muscles constricted down upon him with great effort. “Just...shut the fuck up and fuck me!”

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The sensation was beyond imaging, it took all of Mark's inner strength and will not to simply burst his load at the very moment he claimed her. Never had he had such a tight, lush frame like this under him, pinned to the ground at his mercy. Even in his youth (though he would never admit it) he had never managed to scrounge up something this exquisite, and to think it was free! He groaned lewdly as he hilted within that ebon beauty, smashing his frame flush against her own. He felt the reaction, the way her frame moved against his own, her back arching and pressing against his girth. It only proved to excite him all the moan. With a heaving groan he withdrew, already his pale, pasty frame shimmered with the sweat of excretion and excitment. Meaty hands kept Tina in place for the brief moment he withdrew, not even fully, just enough before he thrust into that tight, wet sheath with all his might. The sharp, wet slap of their joining echoed about them, as well as the slick plop of his flabby girth against her starkly contrasted flesh.

“Uhhgn yeah honey! Give daddy all yah got!” Mark growled as his hands slid down to Tina's hips and hefted her up off the ground. He rose from his hovering position above her, only to rest his weight entirely upon his knees. He held her hips up in the air and began what could only be described as a feverish pace. Those beady eyes narrowed upon the girl under him, watching the way her breasts lewdly jostled and flapped against her upper torso. Dave and his red headed treat were all but forgotten as Mark lost himself within Tina. His lightly padded backside clenched sharply as he offered brutal thrust upon brutal thrust, using all his energy in a blistering assault that could not possibly hold out for long. But the passion of the moment, the heat of desire drew the old man on to levels he had never thought possible.

 

[Cherubian]

There it was again, that deep, hearty laughter.

“Yes …”

“Ma’am…”

Each word coming at the end of another one of those powerful thrusts, executed with all the strength he had to offer, slamming into her with a breakneck speed that made the whole room echo the loud slap of his hips meeting her buttocks and squeezing them up tightly. Oh she felt so good around him, and she was even squeezing him as he was inside. Her wish definitely would be granted.

His fingers by now were digging deeply, almost painfully into her soft flesh of her shoulder and hip until they met the trained muscle underneath. Her body was held in an iron grip strong enough to help her brace against the relentless assault that was commencing now, her upper body lifted off the cool glass beneath and held horizontally.

Clearly Dave had taken Fiona’s outburst as a sign that she preferred the second way of handling her, and he acted accordingly. Again and again her drilled into her with powerful ferocity. At first the subsequent withdrawals were slow and drawn out, him retreating until only his tip was left inside her, pausing even to heighten the tension, before surging forward once again to make her whole body shake. As time passed, though, his pace quickened and those little breaks were drowned out in one continual frantic flurry of his hips, back and forth again and again, with all the strength he had to offer.

His own composure faltered under the intense rutting. Sweat began to form on his forehead and flow down his face, the smug grin replaced by half parted, moaning lips as the friction of that tight sheath was just so overwhelmingly good. His breathing quickened until he gasped for air in short, deep bursts.

And then, all of a sudden he rammed forward once more and stayed lodged inside her. Fiona could feel how his upper body leaned forward, over her, and under the weight her chest was once again pressed against the pod beneath her. His hot breath danced over her neck, and then she could feel it. The warm, sticky seed shooting out and spilling into her, filling her in several strong spurts.

~*~​

This was by far the most amazing thing Tina had ever felt in her life. The part of her brain still capable of rational thought was beginning to wonder why that act was so reviled in all the reports she had hear, in all the documentation she had been shown. That man had forced himself upon her, taken her against her will. He was the first man ever to insert his genital into her, and by all technical definitions he was raping her, only she did not feel bad at all, she was having a blast. This was all very confusing, but Tina wisely decided to give first hand experience more weight that second hand hearsay and just enjoy herself.

And enjoy herself she did. Every single time her tight inner walls were spread and stretched, every single time she got nailed hard and fast and the old man’s heavy gut spilled over her. With each foray her lost former strength returned, bit by little bit, and her body once again began to obey her commands. First her legs, no longer flapping around erratically they managed to close in around his wide hips, her feet locking behind his back, and finally her thighs beginning to constrict in the rhythm Mark was setting.

Then her arms. Slowly she pulled them towards her, managed to get her elbows beneath her, and eventually her upper body lifted off the ground, almost horizontal now, only his hands beneath her hips and her own lower arms supporting her. Her neck had regained enough strength to lift her head, and so she looked back at Mark, made unwavering eye contact as her parted lips produced little moans.

Not only did Tina feel this sensational new pleasure. Even more she became aware that something inside her was building. She was climbing an invisible stair to even greater heights, every new bucking of the portly man’s hips further stoking the growing fire inside her. How far would that go? Where would it lead?

She sensed it as she approached her peak. Her eyelids sank back over her eyeballs, her focus once more completely centered on those wonderfully overwhelming signals her body was sending, and any second now she knew it would happen. She would experience the culmination or her rising passion only what would it be like?

The answer made her throw back her head and moan out in a loud unintelligible wail, her back arching to the limit and her strong thighs putting the squeeze on Mark. That explosion of pleasure was exceeding anything she had expected. Anything she had ever experienced. She felt once more released from her body, but this time in a good way, awake and experiencing, adrift and floating in a haze of utter well being. Thusly she rode the waves of her first orgasm, hoping they would never end.

 

[HotKittygirl]

And thus it began. The intensity of those thrusts was undeniable, Fiona cried out with each thrust he delivered, her entire body quivering and tensing as the pleasure coursed through her. Each time he withdrew she would groan as well, a ripple of a shiver racing up her spine as the anticipation of his next thrust became almost too much to bear. He knew just how to claim her, sharp and fierce, with all his strength behind each thrust he gave, but it only seemed to grow. Those inner muscles constricted fiercely about him each time, squeezing as Fiona rolled her hips over him as they joined, only to use her weight to slam back against him as he came crashing into her. Slowly but surely the intensity grew, there was no more time to draw it out, instead Dave put everything he had left into that moment. Fiona clutched desperately to the tube, grasping its containment riggings as her knees pressed against the side for support as well. Her voice rose, high and sultry as the slick, wet slap of their joining echoed in her senses and became the only sound she heard. Her head tilted back and her eyes rolled into the back of her head, plush lips parted as she allowed herself to get lose in that moment, her body craved each and every thrust.

There was no denying her arousal, honey thick and in ample supply. It trickled down his length and over his sac, down over his thighs as well as hers. In the midst of that blistering assault Fiona felt just what she had been craving since he had slid within her. Her body began to tremble before she tensed, going rigid as her toes curled into the cold concrete floor and her head snapped back. Once more an animalistic cry was released, though this time instead of fading it remained for several long moments as she rode out the pleasure. Any logical thoughts were washed away in a tide of ecstasy as Fiona came, her climax all consuming in its intensity. Her voice carried on, ending in a husky groan as she came crashing down against the tube. Her legs trembled and quivered, her backside tensed as she braced herself once more. Dave gave it all he had, much to Fiona’s surprise he was still at it by the time she felt another crest of pleasure redoubling within her loins. So close, yes, she could feel herself rising to that moment all over it. It was then that rather swiftly; Dave slammed into her and stayed buried within her tight depths. It was until he was over her, crushing her, clinging to her and breathing on her neck that she felt it. Her frame tensed and she offered a weak groan as he filled her, the sensation sending ripples of its own through her. Her eyes flickered open and she gnashed down upon her bottom lip, all the while her hips continued to rock, her velvet sheath clutching him and literally milking him for everything he was worth.


It was like Mark had awoken the dark beauty from her slumber with his initial penetration; he couldn’t help but think of some twisted perverted story of the old story from his youth, Sleeping Beauty. She reached beautifully, clinging to him, rising off the blanket and rocking against him. How those massive breasts jostled with such movements, Mark lost himself in their undulating waves even as his hips were a flurry of motion. As her legs tightened about his hips, his hands slid from her own only to crush down against her breasts, capturing them in his thick fingers and squeezing sharply.

“Hhhn! Fuck yeah! You like that huh?” Mark wailed and groaned, bucking against his beautiful prize with all his might. Perspiration dribbled down his cheeks and brow, drenching him in a sheen of sweat within minutes. It was all coming to a close much too quickly, as the beauty wailed her own pleasure and tightened about him, Mark lost his ability for words. Instead he offered a pitiful cry, his frame snapping forward as he smashed his girth against her flat stomach and clung to her.

“Ahhhn! Right there…f-f-f-f-FUCK!” Mark managed to cry out, wrapping one arm around Tina’s frame, clasping his hand down upon her hip as his thrusts shortened and the intensity grew. He did not draw out fully, perhaps about halfway, though the fierceness of those thrusts only doubled. The wet slap of flesh against flesh echoed sharply about them. Mark felt the inevitable rush of fire through his loins, his mushroom head flared before a silvery burst of seed erupted forth with enough force to steal his breath. Instead and gasping cry came from him, much like the women’s initial vocalizations. His hips continued to move, twitching and jerking as two more volleys of his pent up seed spurt forth.

The position was too much for the old man to claim any longer; with his energy spent he surged back with a mighty gasp of air and collapsed onto his flabby backside. He was panting and gasping so hard, his heart pounded in his ears and his eyes were nearly crossed. For a moment Mark never thought he would catch his breath.

 

[Cherubian]

The hot air from Dave's mouth streamed past Fiona's ear as he breathed heavily atop her, his stomach and chest pressing against her back, bearing down on her to the point she could feel the single shirt buttons on her soft skin. His spurts had ceased already, but still he lay there, content, sighing with an unexpected softness as he continued to savor the softness and warmth of the well fitting sheath around his weapon, and the muscles that so exquisitely danced along his length.

He had come hard, real hard. It likely had been the best orgasm of his life, how tightly she fitted around her, and how she had rippled along him, drawing him on to ride his climax longer than he thought possible, almost suctioning his sperm out of him. It had been perfect, and now he reveled in the memories and the afterglow, his lips finally emitting a long, drawn out sigh culminating in a strangely sincere "I hope you liked it, I sure did."

Finally, though, movement came back into his form. The hand let go of her shoulder, and suddenly his weight was off her, pushed upwards by a pair of strong arms. A moment later Fiona could feel him withdrawing accompanied by a big, audible slurp, and then he was gone, leaving her empty and vacated. Absent mindedly one hand patted a firm, round buttock as he stepped away.

Dave had leaned back against the next pot, outstretched legs placing his bare arse against the op, and with arms folded over his chest he once more let his eyes wander over the gorgeous backside of that hot babe, still draped unceremoniously over the strange pod. Those toned lithe legs, so smooth and perfectly shaped, that pert behind, and in the middle, still gaping from his intrusion, her greatest treasure, her honey pot, already spilling forth the copious result of their coupling, letting it run down the inside of her right thigh, white and gooey.

"Oh girl" he shook his head, still struggling with the thought that this had just happened to him "You are the best piece of ass I've ever had, and I've had a lot." There was a definite honesty in his claim, particular in the first part, and it took another few seconds for him to tear his eyes away from her and turn towards his companion. "Mark, where were the slave collars again? In your backpack?"

~*~​

All good things come to an end eventually, and slowly the flaring fire of her loins, those nerve wracking radiating, pulsating jolts of heavenly pleasure that permeated every last fiber of her body began to recede. Just in time did the dull throbbing pressure at the back of her sensory perception sharpen back into focus, into eager fingers kneading, mauling her massive plump breast, into a thick arm wrapped around her and pressing her hips against the frantically pumping rod that still danced inside her.

And already she could fill the sticky, gooey warmth spilling forth from him, filling her insides in several bouts. Rationally she knew he had used her, claimed her, and eventually found release inside her, but she never would have thought that being on the receiving end of that process could be just so wonderful.

Her musings were rudely interrupted as she felt the massive man to slide backwards, drop away, his heavy rump pulling at her legs still wrapped around him, sounds of exhaustion accompanying his collapse. Something inside her did not want to part with him just yet, wanted to feel the throbbing organ filling her and grazing against her interior just a bit longer, have more time to explore those new and unfamiliar bliss. And so she held her grip, arms pushing as she was pulled upwards, and when his back thumped onto the floor with a heavy, resounding thud she ended up atop of him, straddling him and still impaled on his manhood. She was surprised herself how easily and precisely her body had already followed her commands as she lightly placed both hands atop the massive girth welling up right before her, pressing against her groin.

Looking down at the grizzled, wrinkled and stubbly face on the floor ahead of her she was trying to sort her thought, get a mental hold on what just had happened. With the confusion still visible in her expression she finally voiced, rather breathed, the one thing she seemed certain of. "This ... was amazing."

Right then the other man's voice came to her ear, him calling out to his exhausted comrade. And the mention of slave collars had a definite threatening pang to it. Her upper body twisted sideways, until she could once more lay her eyes upon the limp and well used form of Fiona and on Dave, who was looking her way expectantly. Her eyes were widened in surprise and concern.

 

[HotKittygirl]

The moment came crashing back down around her ears, as good as the coupling been, as proficient as Dave was with his package, it was coming back to Fiona. Her senses still tingled and her thighs trembled as she felt him withdraw, leaving her in one fluid movement. She felt the rush of their passions within her, gravity drawing them out across her thighs even as she tightened once again. She savored it for what it was worth, a quick and much needed fuck. It felt like years since she had last had something that intense, that real, but in actuality she had no idea what year it was. Besides Dave’s thick prick buried in her nothing else felt that real. The room they were in was too dark and dusty, the realization the men’s attire were spotty and patched made its way into her mind.

But for all the intense coupling Fiona had found her strength, somehow, it had even seemed to return it to her far quicker than normal. The rush of the moment still coursed through her veins, awakening her senses that had been dulled for far too long. The way this man spoke, like she was nothing but a walking vagina with legs, sent a ripple of unexpected anger through her. His next comment didn’t help the situation at all. In one crashing jolt of memories Fiona became horribly aware of what she was, or at least what she was suppose to be. She had went into that cryogenic sleep a test subject for something even she did not fully grasp (not that she had to, that was part of being a good soldier).

It was that soldiering instinct that quickly took control. Even as she lay there bent over the tube her eyes flared open and took in her immediate surroundings. Her fingers slid out over the stabilizing leg of the tube, finding the bolts holding it in place had all but rusted through. It was amazing that their coupling had broken it, though at the moment as Fiona gave it a tug the rust began to crumble away. She reacted then, with strength that her frame shouldn’t possess, with a quickness no normal human could acquire Fiona stood, taking with her the leg of the tube with a resounding screech of metal snapping and breaking. Easily Fiona spun on the balls of her feet, using the surprise of her movements to her advantage. With a sharp and brutal swing she brought the tube’s leg down upon Dave’s right knee from the side, the force of the blow enough to bring a grown man to tears. But Fiona wasn’t done, no, instinct drove her on as she clenched her right hand and brought it squarely down (or at least for her up) into Dave’s throat. It wasn’t enough to crush his windpipe, but he wasn’t going to be screaming or breathing regularly for a few moments. More than enough for Fiona to take control of the situation.

“Who the fuck are you two? Where is the Captain? The Scientists? What the fuck is going on?” She bellowed in a deep, angered tone, brandishing the leg as she took a few steps back to position herself near Dave’s head, ready to crack his skull if he offered the least bit resistance.

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Mark was still gasping for breath when Tina began to move, though he wouldn’t have described it as that. It was the most graceful, most beautiful, most erotic thing he had ever seen a woman do. She rolled, slide, and coiled herself up and on top of him like some gymnast, though no gymnast ever had udders like hers. His hands instinctively found those sleek hips, grasping them tightly as she leaned over him in all her radiance. The words she spoke, the first real thing she had ever said to Mark, graced his ears and for all the fat man’s bluster before he couldn’t help but flush at it all. He swallowed and coughed, trying to calm his breathing even as he felt his heart start to race all over. Typically it was just what had happened, a quick poke and Mark would be out cold shortly after. But never had he experienced something quiet like Tina; his thinking was going straight along the same lines of Dave even if he didn’t express such.

“Well…give me five minutes and I’ll show you another thing or two,” Mark managed to get out, his mustache twitching as a grin drifted across his lips. It lingered there for just a moment, until he heard the undeniable crack of Fiona’s attack on Dave and saw the big man take a tumble.

“What the fuck!” Mark called out, though he was in no position to react. He was trapped underneath Tina still, buried deep within that tight sheath that still squeezed him. The violent reaction of the redhead sent Mark into a panic though, no doubt he would be next on the business end of that table leg or worse.

 

[Cherubian]

Watching Mark and the stunning black babe the old guy was busy with Dave resigned himself to not receiving an answer to his question any time soon. "Lazy old fart ..." he mumbled as his eyes roved over the room trying to locate their backpacks on his own, until re remembered that they had left them in the entrance hall. The collars would have to wait for a bit.

Instead his eyes once again feasted on the delectable sight presented before him. Even more of his seed had found its way out of her, and still she lay there so sweet, tempting, ripe for the taking. Already he felt another tug down there. Maybe he should have another go in a few minutes. He really hat hit the jackpots with that one. Oh, those firm, naked thighs. The sweet softness in between. That sudden blur of movement. The sharp sting in his knee.

Dave let out a loud shout of pain and surprise as he felt his leg give away, his whole body sliding down and sideways due to the missing support of one leg. That was not all of it, though, suddenly he felt the crushing pressure on his throat, and he fell backwards against he pod, rapidly dropping down like a sack until he sat there, his back leaning against the cool metal, and both hands clutched around his neck as he fervently tried to breathe.

"Please miss..." he wheezed, one hand lifted in a feeble defensive gesture against the next blow that might be coming. She was still naked, but somehow his thoughts while fearfully gazing up at that fire headed fiend brandishing the cruel iron were no longer centered on sex. "Please ..." he repeated, struggling to give enough strength to his voice through his mauled throat "I have no idea what you are talking about!"

~*~​

Tina continued to study the man under her. She was fascinated with the radiance of his smile, the open admiration he seemed to have for her. He had seen hints of that before, stolen gazes of the scientists as they tested her, in particular when the experiment demanded for her to be undressed. Which in hindsight was a rather frequent occurrence. But this was far more open and intense, and in reaction one hand lightly began to trace in circles over the soft, if flobby roundness of his gut as she replied. "Oh, another thing? Will it be a good fu.."

Before she even had finished letting that sentence trail off Tina whirled around, her legs already in the process of lifting her off Mark. That had been a tell tale sound of combat, of conflict, and her trained instincts took over, trying to assert the situation as soon as possible and invoke the necessary countermeasures. The moment she beheld the sight of the prone man and Fiona menacingly towering over him, though, it became clear that she was in no immediate danger, and so her thighs relaxed, her hips once more sinking into the padded lap of Mark.

Her upper body, however, stayed twisted. One palm plated itself on mark's knee to allow her to better observe the developments, and immediately she called out to ask her co test subject "What has happened? Did he attack you?"

 

[HotKittygirl]

Dave crumbled and collapsed all too quickly, somewhere inside Fiona she had been expecting more from this encounter. She had been trained in hand to hand and melee combat even before becoming a test subject on this black books project. Even more so now, she was an efficient and skilled killer, it wouldn’t have taken much to crush Dave’s windpipe or shove the jagged piece of rusted metal in her grasp through any number of orifices’ or other tender spots. Even as Fiona stood there her subconscious mind picked up those vital areas, reasoning it was the most effective area to attack to take out what she deemed a target.

How quickly he went from a lover to a target, but those words had triggered something inside her, invoking a rather unsubtle and deadly response. Fiona did not relent, her grasp upon the leg tightened and she gave it a slow and purposeful swing before it spun between her slender digits almost on its own accord. Yet before she could continue a familiar voice caught her senses. Clearly feminine, it was at the same time familiar and foreign. It was then that Fiona finally looked up from Dave and saw Tina for the first time, at least it felt like. There was no forgetting the girl once one saw her, there weren’t that many tall, beautiful women with such dark skin and impressive bust lines. Fiona was at once relieved and annoyed by her presence, though she wasn’t entirely sure of either. Her plush lips pressed together as Fiona fought back a snarling retort, no, this wasn’t the place or time to let her emotions get the better of her (even if she had no idea what time it was). Instead she offered a shake of her head, those crimson bangs tickling at her cheeks as she did.

“Negative. But these men are no scientists. Who the fuck are they? Why are they pulling us out of our pods and sticking us like pigs? Where IS everyone?” Fiona’s tone was unyielding and held an undeniable voice of reason.

“You just sit there and don’t move. If you do I will clip more than your kneecap. What year is it? Who’s the President?” Fiona brandished the leg menacingly, as menacingly as a naked, incredibly beautiful woman leaking the combined passions of herself and Dave down her inner thigh. Still, she had proven herself deadly, Dave for his part didn’t seem ready to strike back at the moment; but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t find his courage later. As the moments wore on Fiona began to feel increasingly more vulnerable, the lack of clothing was beginning to wear on her. Yet she would not let it get to her, at least not yet. Instead she busied herself to find some answers. Those piercing eyes flickered about herself, towards the other tubes and pods that circled the inner core of the room.

______​

This was all going from an unbelievably rare and fantastic find to hell in a hand basket. The redhead had taken his friend out with what looked like a metal table leg and she didn’t look at all too happy to be here now. The rushing of pleasure was quickly being replaced by dread, especially now that he was pinned under Tina. His hands grasped at her slender sides, if only to push her off of him fully. He felt like a trapped rat now, had this all been a set up? As illogical as it was, Mark hadn’t lived this long by being a sap. While he had been thinking with little Mark, the fog of lust had been lifted and survival instincts were kicking into overdrive.

“Lookit. I don’t know what’s goin’ on. We just found you all naked and hot. You didn’t sound like you weren’t enjoyin’ it over here firecrotch,” Mark retorted without really thinking, when faced with a situation more often than not that was just how it went. Mark did have a big mouth.

 

[Cherubian]

Dave was no idiot. Far from it. In this world Brawn only got you so far, especially when you were on your own, or almost on your own with only old Mark as backup. What had helped both of them survive so far was their smarts, and their intuitive sense of knowing when they were up against someone stronger than them.

Like now. The way he had seen Fiona move – or rather NOT had seen Fiona move – was a clear indicator for him that whatever that broad was, she could kick his ass. Easily. So as long as he did not have to he rather preferred to stay out of a fight with her, keeping his arm in its defensive posture, and peeking up between his spread fingers with increased curiosity as no attack came, at least no physical one.He was more than willing to stay put if it meant no further harm came his way. Her last question though...

President? There had not been a president for ... He vaguely remembered his youth, the time before the big catastrophe, and all of a sudden the puzzle pieces fell into place. That facility, those strange devices, the mysterious girls that happened to be so out of place ... or rather out of time. Had they really been down her since .... ? At the prospect of such a discovery the fear began slowly to fade from Dave, and he felt a surge of enthusiasm. Deep down he still was a big kid that liked to play with all kind of toys fr grown men, a tech freak with little to exercise his penchant on. And for him this suddenly was one grand opportunity. To meet someone from ...

"Uhh, sorry to disappoint you lady ..." neglecting caution he lowered his arm and began to shift into a more upright position, now looking straight at Fiona's hazel eyes, his expression a strange shade of glee "... but there hasn't been a president for over a decade. The year is 2036, and it seems you missed the Great Rusting sleeping down here."

~*~​

Following Mark's nudge Tina slowly rose, her form growing until she stood at her full six feet, already facing the pair near the pods. But even as her eyes no longer rested on Mark her ears, her sensory buds keeping track of the slightest air currents around her, of the floor's vibrations, even of the smells the heavy and sweating man exuded allowed her to keep track of his movements with astounding precision in a way even she not quite understood. It however confirmed her assumption that he was no threat at all, and would stay prone until the tension of the situation had eased.

So she slowly stepped closer to Fiona and Dave, arms hanging to her sides, slightly spread, completely unashamed of herself. She never had had the social conditioning that led to the instinctive avoidance of one's own nudity. To her clothing was a means to protect from cold and hazards, something she had went without during numerous tests, and so she did not spend a second thought on the full frontal view of her bare body that she presented that very moment.

"The fat man is right" she finally spoke, casually, naively almost, just stating a fact, no reprimand, no mockery "I think even I heard you command him to further penetrate you..." She had not paid much attention to it then, seeing as she was in the throes of her own rising passion, but her senses were sharp and her memory, even her subconscious one, acute in such matters.

Just then Dave spoke, though, and what he said did confuse her no small amount. Unable to fully comprehend the implications just yet, she looked towards the other woman for guidance. That other, she remembered vaguely, had had a life before the lab, a long life of opportunity for learning and experience.

 

[HotKittygirl]

It was hard not to notice the change in the prone man, something slowly dawned upon his face and the apprehension of feeling another whack from that table leg all but faded. Slender crimson brows furrowed above those hazel orbs as Fiona took in that shift in facial features and general body language. That in itself brought out some underlying annoyance in her, she did have a temper after all. It seemed he wasn't about to hold in the secret though, though what he said made as much sense as the situation she was currently in. Her logical mind told her it couldn't be true, the facts were wrong, the man was a liar,something, anything. But the more she stood naked in the middle of this room the more it began to feel real, as much as she didn't want it to.

The look on her face was undeniable, a mix of confusion and deniable. Those hazel orbs flicked back and forth over Dave's face as she tried her best to see through his little game of deceit. If he was indeed lying he was a damn good one, though Fiona thought such a good liar could afford a better attire than the tattered rags he was wearing.

“That's bullshit. Someone sent you. This has to be some kind of test,” Fiona fought against the logic, something inside her simply didn't want to admit everything she had ever known was probably gone. An unpleasant feeling crept into her stomach at the very thought, her lips twitched and pressed together sharply before her hand tightened upon her weapon. That was it, a test, some kind of mind game to see if they were really into the program. It wasn't like she hadn't proved herself ten times over before she had been accepted, it seemed perfectly logical that they would continue with the mindfuck even after she signed away her life.

“Get up, Now! Go sit by the fat ass!” Fiona snapped and brought the leg before her, brandishing it as menacingly as a unclothed woman of undeniable beauty could. Even as she did the other approached, the black skinned woman Fiona recalled as being referred to as Tina. The name brought back a certain hint of more memories, the tests, the procedures, the pain but with it a little bit more of herself as well. Of course that only made the feeling in her stomach churn more, she felt a little nausea now.

“What the hell are you talking about?” The redhead turned her ire upon the rather calm and relaxed woman. They seemed the complete opposite at the moment, Tina obviously relaxed and comfortable in her nudity while Fiona felt more than a little exposed. Their body language couldn't be more different either, if one had the mindframe to look at that instead of just their bodies. It took several moments for the words Tina spoke to settle in but they still brought with them little sense.

“I did. Why the hell did I?” She spoke aloud, though it seemed more to herself than anyone in general. The idea was ludicrous, though there was no denying the uncontrollable urges that had overtaken her during those moments. For the moment she didn't feel comfortable pondering on that situation, the why and how it came to be. No, she wanted answers!

“Didn't I tell you to move?” She suddenly snapped back at Dave when he didn't react as quickly as she wanted. “No one's going anywhere till someone starts making some fucking sense!”

 

[Cherubian]

"How am I supposed to know why you did?" Tina was confused by the unexpected question, but tried her best to offer as much assistance as she could. Spreading her arms lightly, defensively, she began "If your experience were the same as mine when that male inserted his penis into your vagina and copulated with you I would fully understand that you encouraged him to continue." As if to prove that point a drop of Mark's ejaculation decided to slip out of her slit and begin to run down her inner thigh, white liquid on ebony skin. "Your subsequent anger, however, is irritating." Indeed, there was a lot of bad temper and anger in that other woman. Tina, not having paid much attention to Dave's statement yet, could not fathom Fiona's urge to strike out at everything in desperation.

Speaking of Dave, the second prompting was enough to send him scurrying across the floor towards his companion. The opportunity to meet someone from that long lost past might be the highlight of the year for the tech freak, and watching those two gorgeous naked women from close up might have a profoundly mesmerizing effect on his libido, but there was still the lingering pain in his knee, a poignant reminder of what could happen if one crossed that hot redhead, an experience he had no desire to repeat. And so he tried his best to get close to mark in no time, but an acute observer would have noticed that fear was only part of his motivation, the rest being a desire to continue watching and talking to those two anachronistic beauties again as soon as possible.

So even as he slid into a sitting position right next to Mark he almost triumphantly – emboldened by the deceptive safety of distance - called back at Fiona. "I know of no test, and I def'nitely work only for myself, lady." It seemed as if an idea had hit him right then "You don't believe me? Don't think your world is gone? Go ..." his arm extended to the entrance "... go outside and have a look for yourself. Shouldn't take you more than a few steps."

"Our world is gone?" Tina slowly, incredulously repeated the words as her eyes widened and her fingers tentatively closed around Fiona's upper arm for support. Finally it all had come together and sunk in. She was experiencing the same sense of vertigo now that the other had felt before, only in her case the whole concept was far more concrete and specific as these few subterranean halls were everything she had ever known. If they truly were no more, what was she supposed to do? For the first time she experienced the great human fear of the unknown. "We ... have to check. ... Now ..."

 

[HotKittygirl]

“My anger? You haven't seen anything yet,” Fiona muttered as she shot the other woman a rather nasty glance, she wasn't in any mood to be told to keep her anger in check. Especially by this girl she barely knew; the very idea of being completely alone in a foreign and strange world was unsettling at best. At least Dave began to shuffle away as best he could, she couldn't help but feel a little bit of relief with the distance put between them both. Fiona adjusted her grip on the table leg once more and gave a lazy swing at her side, an anxious move. Her hazel gaze kept drifting between Tina and the men, almost like some caged beast readying itself to pounce. Dave's words offered no reassurance of the situation either, he was too confident, Fiona couldn't help but want to give his other knee a healthy whack. Yet before she could ponder more on venting some frustration in a negative and deadly fashion, it finally seemed that the situation was dawning upon Tina. Fiona tensed as the woman made a grab for her arm, even if it was just for support. For a moment she looked like she might topple, of course how she managed to stay level with such an inflated chest, Fiona couldn't really hazard a guess.

“Welcome to the party,” She muttered again, this time more under her breath as those hazel orbs rolled slightly in their sockets. Her attention flicked towards Dave and the fat man as she held out the table leg and waved it as menacingly as a naked woman could.

“I'm tired of the shit coming out of your mouth,” She growled in her best threatening tone. “But regardless. I need your boots, clothes, and a motorcycle if you got it. Hope you got extra.”

She had her doubts about any vehicles, not that she really had any idea where they were really. Still, she wasn't going anywhere else in her birthday suit. “Is this how low modesty has fallen in the future? Eyes up here fatso!”

Mark was nothing but trembles and confusion as he watched the scene unfold. The look on Dave's face was equally terrifying, he looked like he was enjoying himself or at the least excited. All the excitement had drained out of himself and into Tina minutes before, now he was fully regretting their decision to loot this place. Yet even at the same time as the redhead approached and threatened them, he couldn't help feel a little bit of arousal. They were still very much naked and for it all the black beauty hadn't displayed much in the way of anger. Mark licked his dry lips and held his hands up defensively.

“I'm sure there's something we can work out, right Dave? I'm Mark by the way...” He added almost meekly. He wasn't one for physical harm, at least when it was directed at him. He was the slimy type that always looked for an advantage in a situation; even as he did right now behind his fear.

 

[Cherubian]

The upwelling nausea was strong, and for a moment Tina’s fingers clenched even stronger around Fiona’s arm before, by sheer will, she managed to fight the dizzying sensation down. She did not have much experience to draw upon in an unfamiliar situation like this, but she had undergone rigorous training. Most was physical in nature, but even in combat one needed a plan to triumph over a competent foe. Analyze, then act. The words her instructor had drilled into her resounded like she had heard them for the last time only minutes ago, and they gave her something to cling to, to draw strength from. Slowly her had relaxed and dropped back to her side.

Analyze

These two on the ground were no threat. Not to Fiona, and not to her. Her subconscious had studied their movements, and while especially the younger one sported strength and agility, it was crude, untrained, lacking refinement. Their clothes, however, were in bad condition, dirty, patched up, gaping in places. Only a very last resort. The mesmerized expressions of the two seemed to be of a similar sentiment, taken by surprise that those two women would want their clothes. And their footwear …

“I doubt those boots will fit us” she quietly commented to the other woman, her ally by chance.

There was a nagging feeling inside her. With the world she knew just shattered she felt like drifting in an intangible void. She knew too little about her surroundings, about anything. It made her feel uncomfortable. Wanting for aid. For a direction.

“Maybe we should check the other rooms?” she therefore suggested. Knowledge would bring certainty, one way or another. She tried her best to sound impassionate, careful. She had no desire to draw the other’s ire right now. “We might find something to wear there… something of our stuff?”

 

[HotKittygirl]

Fiona took a step back and gave her surroundings the due respect they deserved. Those hazel orbs shifted two and fro as she took in any possible entrances and exits, her mind still hazy as to exactly where they would go. The idea of finding something that once belonged to her was indeed appealing even if she held little actual hope for such.

“I doubt anything usable is still around but let's take a look. What are we going to do with our friends first though?” She pointed the table leg at the nearby duo. The idea of turning her back on them, even with the two so seemingly cowed, was not appealing in the least. Her eyes flicked from Tina to them as she held her ground. First things first, the initial panic and grief over their current situation was insticntively pushed aside as years of training took control. She would give herself time to come to grasp with it all, maybe squeeze out a tear in memory of those that had passed, but not before she had a shirt and some pants. With a tilt of her head she gestured towards the closest door with her makeshift weapon.

“Why don't you go check it out first? I'll keep an eye on Laurel and Hardy here.” Her eyes settled on Dave, the stronger of the two. She had gotten a first strike in, a devious blow, but it had been a cheap shot. He had the size advantage and his fat ball of a friend might come in handy if things escalated. The longer she stood here though, the less comfortable she felt. “Tina?”

 

[Cherubian]

"I will check." Tina nodded. It was what she wanted to do anyways, to bring certainty to that sea of floating variables making her head spin. A quick check confirmed that her memory fragments had been intact, there were indeed only two exits from the big hall with all the pods, and once her eyes fell on them she began to remember. That small hatch only led into the adjacent engine room, a dead end. The big door, however, was the pathway to the rest of the facility. Granting the three people in the room once more an opportunity to study how the muscles of her perfect ebony backside moved under her silken skin she slowly strode towards that one, and even as she left the room she could hear the one called Dave inquire in a surprisingly jovial tone "And you really are from before that Rusting? Wow! When exactly were you born?"

The antechamber was exactly as she had remembered it, deep blue walls. Cryoresistant carbonide plastic the assistant had called it, whatever that meant. And there on the wall the fire axe. Recalling Dave's enthusiasm about the item she followed her intuition and quickly grabbed it, tearing it from its mount in the wall with a single, strong tug before stepping outside into the institute proper. Or what remained of it.

What she found beyond that, though, was a new world. A completely crumbled one. The walls that were still standing had their plaster chip off in many a spot like dark gray, festering wounds breaking through the formerly shiny white. Between those last still upright remnants of a structure long collapsed there was a sea of debris, a hodgepodge of remains from what had been. Single cracked wall separators, flat and shattered on the floor, panels dropped from the ceiling that now brandished the heartless gray of concrete, single clay bricks gotten loose from who knew where, interspersed with the blinking of tiny fragments of shattered glass everywhere, dimly illuminated through the light wells in the roof. Between this a plethora of items formerly of daily use, a cup here, a pair of shoes there, a stained lab coat dropped from a no longer existing hanger. And atop, covering everything like snow in a winter landscape an inch thick layer of dust. All in all a poignant testament of the unstoppable passage of time.

Tina was shocked at the sight, paralyzed almost. Analyze she remembered. With all her strength of will she forced down the sensation of helplessness, the cold claw of panic trying to grip around her heart. And she could feel herself calm down, trying her best to detect order in the chaos unfolding in front of her. Very slowly the pieces began to drop into place. The wall over there, that must have been the separator to the washrooms .. and that ... and that ... bit by bit the known former layout began to shine through, and with it materialized a path to follow. Carefully her leg extended, planting one bare foot in a place solid and safe before she carefully shifted her weight from one leg to the other.

~*~​

"I'm back"

The calm, happy even voice heralded Tina's return right before she stepped back into the pod room. It had been almost an hour since she had left the room, but it immediately became apparent that her mission had been at least a partial success, evidenced by the simple fact that she now was dressed.

Her wardrobe never had been very vast or varied, but under the rubble in what must have been her former room she had managed to find one of these elastic skin tight pants that allowed for maximum mobility but clung to her ass and barely made it down to her knees, as well as a short sleeved shirt of similar stretch material, both in bright yellow with white vertical stripes at the sides. Her feet stuck in a bright white pair of running shoes.

One hand still loosely held the fire axe by her side as the other dropped a duffle bag at Tina's feet, one that seemed oddly familiar. "The guy was right" she nodded towards Dave "most of everything collapsed out there..." the axe head swung towards the exit. The prolonged exposure to the harsh reality outside had done its part to help her cope with the new facts, and she was completely calm once more.

"I think that stuff is from your room, at least there was a name tag saying 'Fiona Williams' on the ground nearby. I packed in everything usable I found, have a look."

 

[HotKittygirl]

Fiona was both relieved and put on edge as Tina disappeared around the corner and left her in the room filled with pods at these two men. Her fingers danced across the length of the table leg as she redoubled her grip yet again. Just how long it was going to take Tina to explore was up in the air, for the moment, all she could do is sit and wait. Her hazel orbs flickered about the room quickly before she found upturned stool nearby. It looked sturdy enough and she quickly snatched it up and slammed it right side up before she dusted the seat off and took a seat.

“That’s classified,” Fiona retorted sharply, her gaze narrowing on Dave, his tone doing nothing to improve her mood.

It took Tina a small eternity to return, Fiona almost bolted off the stool as she emerged and promptly announced her return. The nervousness in her tone and mannerisms seemed to have faded completely as she strode forward in that skintight attire that seemed oddly familiar. Fiona felt even more naked now and couldn’t help but position herself as to cover her most sensitive of areas. But that was all quickly forgotten as Tina unceremoniously dropped the duffle bag at her feet. It felt strange to look at it again, Fiona could almost say it felt like looking upon an old friend again. This was something of hers, something from of hers, something from the past, the same time she was from. Without a word she took to a squatting position before the bag, easily forgetting any modesty as she unzipped the bag and flung it open. Inside was a jumble of things, clothing, small items, a pair of combat boots, and a few things that didn’t look familiar. The clothing sent a shiver of excitement through the redhead; she couldn’t help but let it get to her as she rummaged through the duffle bag.

“Good job, Soldier.” Fiona said as she pulled out a sports bra and dark gray tanktop. They were the first things she slipped on over her head before she rummaged around once more. She finished it off with some much needed underwear and socks, along with a pair of camouflaged pants. Only then did she rise up and reposition herself upon the stool as she wiggled into her clothing and started to lace up her boots. She couldn’t recall anything feeling so good, well, at least things she’d rather not think about.
“Well I guess it’s time we take a look around then. But first…what do we do with these two?” Fiona tilted her head in the direction of the two men as she stood and straightened her hair. It did little good as she bent to pick up the duffle bag and throw it over her shoulder. It was stuffed with much more than what she had withdrawn, but now didn’t feel the time to reminisce.

 

[Cherubian]

“I put some of my stuff in there as well, hope you don’t mind … “ And indeed during her rummaging Fiona came across a few more items in the same telltale yellow or an equally bright orange, another set of the tight fitting sportswear, one pant piece with longer legs, socks, and a spare pair of sneakers.

Tina herself kept quiet, switching between watching her new comrade getting dressed and keeping an eye on the two men who had discovered them. Fiona’s bearing had made it clear that they were to be classified as prisoners now, a reasoning she could not fault in hindsight. Mark tried a tentative, uncomfortable even, smile into her direction once or twice, but only got a cold stare in return. Dave, meanwhile, seemed to have gotten the message that Fiona preferred him to stay quiet, the occasional slight shuffle in position the only action coming from him.

That gave her time to ponder her situation at length. Out there, while all the impressions of decay rained down on her she had been focused on navigating the fragile debris and on keeping her eyes open for anything worthwhile. Such distractions were not present here, and her mind was free to wander and to try to cope with the new situation. What should they do next? Food. One of the core lessons of those wilderness survival classes that had seemed so abstract at the time. Make sure sufficient nutritious materials are available. That should indeed be their next priority. What had been stored down here had long since rotted away.

“I don’t know.” she therefore honestly replied once Fiona rose, fully dressed, to ask her about the two men. “They know this world, something we lack. That will be useful. But they could also pose a threat…” Briefly her head turned to survey them once more. “In any case we need to eat soon. Maybe they carry some provisions with them?”

Almost immediately Dave piped up “Sure, ladies. We have our camp outside, not far from the entrance.” His smile widened, openly directed at Fiona again “And we’d be happy to have you as guests for dinner. Wouldn’t we?” To cue his comrade his elbow nudged marks soft side.