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In the sitting room, all three of them are watching the vid. Vaia, still leashed, sits on the floor in front of her mistress, enjoying the feel of the hand resting possessively on her head. It reminds her that she’s completely owned.
They’d found Sash flicking between a whole series of different porn vids, a disturbing number of which featured ‘stealer hybrids — or actors costumed as such, one would hope. But now they are watching the remake of the first ‘Lictor’ movie. Action schlock. A rugged veteran Catachan unit picked off one by one by the camouflaged Tyranid monster. It is a little different from the original, with the order and manner of the deaths somewhat altered. All the most famous actors still die the soonest though.
The ending is unchanged. The one that got the original flick its reputation for heralding the Kryptmann era of frankness about the Tyranid threat. There is no final Imperial triumph — or rather, the film being recent, no final Republican triumph. The camera zooms out from the last jungle fighter’s death throes to show a whole battlefield on which waves of Tyranids overrun the Guard defences. The film cuts faster and faster between shot after shot of Guardsmen dying in horrific ways.
Vaia hugs her mistress’s leg tightly. When she saw the original, she remembers, she closed her eyes completely through this part.
Finally, the screen goes black. The concluding legend appears: ‘The Tyranids are still out there. Join the Republican Guard today.’
“No fucking chance!” Sash says, with a shudder. “You’ll never see me in uniform.”
Rebeck grimaces. “I know what you mean. But… They always say, if you want to live forever in the Imperium, you have to fight sooner or later. I don’t think that’s changed in the Republic.”
“Later,” says Sash, and knocks back a couple of shots. “Definitely later.”
Vaia has permission to speak. “Films must make it look worse, right? Maybe it’s not much worse than time in the Underhive.”
“What would you know about the Underhive, baby?” asks Sash.
Vaia looks at her with a puzzled expression. “I did my stint down there when I was 13. Didn’t you?”
Sash shakes her head, grinning. “No one wanted to take me. Too much trouble, they said.” She looks at Rebeck, who shifts uncomfortably.
“Well, doesn’t this just cap a crazy few days,” Rebeck mutters. “Our new bitch is showing us up. I wanted to go down,” she insists. “But I wasn’t prepared to be at the bottom of the chain-of-command if I did. They wouldn’t make any allowance for that. I didn’t trust any of the meat-heads leading.”
“And you didn’t want to get shot at,” Sash jabs.
“Who the fuck does?” Rebeck pops back.
“Not so many people go down these days, I suppose,” says Vaia generously. “Not as much need. A lot more other ways to make good money since the Republic’s based here.”
The others are both looking at her, waiting for her war stories.
“I was terrified,” Vaia remembers. “But mostly, I just ran this stinking chem plant down there. Filtering useful material out of toxic sludge.”
“Did you kill anyone?” Sash has to know.
“Two, or maybe three. I was a good shot, and they trusted me to keep a bolt pistol working.”
“Who were they?”
“Just a couple of scavs.” And a Goliath, she chooses not to add. That’s the one she thinks might have survived the wound.
“Wowie!” Sash turns in her seat, looking at Vaia with new eyes. “What do you think, Reb? Your new bitch is a killer!”
With a grunt, Rebeck lifts Vaia up into her lap. “What do you think, slave?” she asks her, rubbing noses with her. “Do you think your kill count earns you clothes?”
Vaia giggles. “No, Mistress.” She leans in to be kissed.
Sash watches them hungrily. “You guys are making me horny. None of the Squats I know were putting out.”
“Come to bed with us, Sash,” Rebeck invites her. “Let’s all keep each other warm all night. We don’t know when we’ll get to see this one again.” She ruffles Vaia’s hair. “What with the Representative’s trip to Hive Prime. Besides, much less chance of scary dreams about Tyranids with three of us in a bed.”
Sash is already stalking over to them. “You had me persuaded after ‘come’, babe.”
***
Vaia snuggles between the other two women as they writhe together in the dark.
Her arms are in their binder again, and she just sucks and licks at whatever is in front of her face, while grinding against anything she feels delving between her legs. The huge strap-on still plugging her ass is a throbbing ache promising her regular morning’s pounding.
But all of them have had a tiring couple of days, and before long the night’s fun winds down.
Rebeck is out.
“I love you, babes,” Sash sighs sleepily as she drifts off.
Vaia can’t sleep for a long time. She doesn’t want this to end. This mustn’t be the last time she’s with them!
But her achy body wins out. At some point, she falls asleep too. Her dreams are trike-racing, sex and no Tyranids at all.
***
Smack!
Vaia çerkezköy escort smiles.
“This is your wake-up call, bitch!”
Another slap. Vaia welcomes it. While Rebeck visits the washroom, her bound slut shimmies around to position herself properly. The spreader bar isn’t attached, so she just opens her legs as best she can.
Sash is still splayed out on the bed, fast asleep. Vaia shifts as far away from her as she can in the unlikely hope of avoiding waking her. She freezes when strong hands seize her by the hips. “Good girl.” Rebeck pulls the ten-inch dildo out of Vaia, then puts her ankles into the spreader bar.
She attaches the strap-on to her harness, and wastes no time in ramming the thick cock back into Vaia’s increasingly well-trained hole. Vaia moans in relief as she takes the pounding. Her ass clenches as it’s stretched. The rough fuck rocks the bed and wakes up Sash.
“Nnnh. Huh?” Sash wipes her eyes, before focusing on what and who Rebeck is doing. “Fuck me.”
“Later,” grunts Rebeck.
“That’s not funny.” Sash sits up and watches the huge shaft pierce Vaia’s ass for a while. “You really do the poor girl like this every morning?”
“Look at her. She loves it.”
Sash sprawls out, watching the tightly-bound Vaia take her pounding.
“Next time you come to me, we’ll start working on moving you up to twelve inches,” Rebeck promises Vaia.
“Sounds great, Mistress,” replies Vaia, between gasps.
Sash continues to watch the thorough, energetic fucking in some astonishment. She knows very well what Rebeck likes to do, but she’s rarely up early enough to see the morning show.
Finally, Rebeck slows to a halt, and gives Vaia’s ass a light slap as she pulls out. She wipes the sweat from her brow, and turns her attention to Sash.
“Your turn, babe,” she grins.
“Whaat!” Sash laughs nervously. “No way…. You’re not serious, right?”
Rebeck grins wickedly. “It’s a rule. You wake up in my bed, I have to claim your ass.”
“I’ve never heard of this fucking rule!” Sash is getting a bit panicked. Rebeck might not be messing around, and she’s big, and standing between Sash and the door.
Rebeck’s smile grows. “That’s cos I just made it up!”
“Please,” Sash begs. “This isn’t funny.”
“No. But it’s gonna be hot. And I told you I’d get you back.”
Sash makes a break for it, but Rebeck catches her and chucks her back onto the bed. While Sash is winded, Rebeck swiftly removes Vaia’s restraints.
“Sash is going to be difficult. Help me hold her down for it, slave.”
“Yes, Mistress!” declares Vaia, giggling.
Sash doesn’t stand any chance against both of them. The two restrain Sash, who finds herself bent over the bed, her arms pinned down by Vaia. Rebeck snaps the spreader bar onto her. Then Rebeck starts with a light spanking, which quickly becomes harder.
“Baby, please,” Sash says to Vaia. “Don’t help her! Aren’t I good to you?”
Rebeck spanks her harder, laughing at the effort.
“I’m sorry, Sash.” Vaia grins back at her, not looking sorry at all. “I have to obey my mistress!”
Sash struggles uselessly. She has to admit to herself though, all this rough handling has got her completely switched on.
“I think this one would be too big for her, don’t you, Vaia?” Rebeck says, detaching the sticky, freshly-used dildo from her harness.
“I suppose so, Mistress,” Vaia says thoughtfully.
Rebeck tosses it to Vaia. “Stick that in her mouth if she gets too gobby.”
“Yuck! Please don’t do that, Vaia!”
“Just be good, Sash,” says the enthusiastic girl. “Make it easy for yourself, baby.”
Sash can’t help but start giggling. She’s totally at the mercy of her two friends.
“What about this one, Vaia?” Rebeck asks, winking at her.
“Oh no, Mistress! Much too spiky!”
“The fuck?” shouts Sash. “No fair! I can’t see!”
Rebeck chuckles at the way Vaia is playing along. It was just a typical example of her smaller cocks. She drops it, and picks up another one.
“How about this?”
Vaia makes a theatrical gasp. “You don’t want to kill her, do you, Mistress!?”
Rebeck sighs as if disappointed. “I guess not.”
Sash grinds her teeth. “Listen, Reb. Babe. Let’s be real here. You know I hate this.”
“Hmm, I don’t know anything of the sort, Sash,” Rebeck muses. “I do remember you being very firm in refusing to take it up the ass as often as I wanted to dish it out. Before kindly offering to help me find girls who would.”
“Exactly!” Sash seizes on it. “Aren’t I your best friend, babe? You wouldn’t have Vaia here without me, would you? That’s why I know you’re just messing with me here.”
Rebeck laughs and gropes her best friend’s ass. “I also remember the way you moaned when I did fuck your hot little ass. How good you kept saying it was. Not to mention that we never stopped doing it completely, did we?”
“Damn, Reb, don’t let Vaia know that!”
“Hehe. How about this one, slave?” She nods as a cevizli escort signal to Vaia as she asks.
“That looks perfect for her, Mistress!”
“Wait!” Sash appeals, but she’s ignored.
Rebeck locks the thick eight-incher into place and starts to rub the tip of it against Sash’s ass-hole.
Sash gives up, and relaxes. “Fuck it. Do me hard, babe.”
Rebeck smiles. “I love you, Sash. This is your reward for everything. Get ready for the best butt-fuck of your life.”
Sash gives herself away with the moan of a practised butt-slut, as the thick rubber cock is forced into her ass-hole.
“Oh yes, babe! Fuck! Yes!” she groans.
Rebeck starts slow, but soon builds up to a good pace. Her thrusts are deep and thorough, and her grip on Sash’s hips assertive.
“You didn’t think I’d forget about your sweet ass just because we found the biggest Van Saar slut in the hive, did you?”
Vaia watches, smiling, still holding Sash’s arms down firmly. She can’t take her eyes off the sight of her mistress penetrating Sash’s ass. It’s so hot. She loves both of them. She knows she wants to be back here again as soon as she can. There’s so much fun the three of them can have together!
“Loving that cock, Sash?” Rebeck asks in between thrusts.
“Yes…!” Sash groans.
Rebeck knows just how Sash likes it. Instead of her own preferred regular, uncompromising rhythm, she varies it for her, keeping her guessing. She knows just how much force to put behind each thrust, and when to slow it down for long, sensuous drags. A string of quick, hard thrusts is followed by a long, deep hold inside the red-headed Escher, Rebeck grinding her hips against Sash’s butt.
“Ooh, yeah. Touch my clit for me, please, baby!” Sash wiggles back against her.
“Why should I do that?” teases Rebeck.
“You said I was getting the best ever, right!? Do it!!”
Not stopping her forceful, loving butt-fucking, Rebeck does what she wants. Sash swears furiously as she comes.
Sash starts to relax completely in acceptance of Rebeck’s assured, expert use of her ass.
Sensing this, Rebeck smiles. “Yeah, that’s it. Let it all go. Gonna make you pop again just doing your ass. Hold her tighter, Vaia.”
Sash is panting and gasping with each thrust now, as Rebeck asserts her own rhythm.
“Oh, Reb. You’re such a hot bitch.”
Rebeck keeps going for a good 10 minutes or so, provoking many noisy cries from Sash in the process. Vaia can’t even guess which of them signal orgasm.
When she’s done, Rebeck steps back and pulls Sash off the bed to sprawl on the floor. She lifts her friend up by the chin and presents the used strap-on.
“Show me how much you liked it. Clean it with your mouth.”
Temporarily lost in a deeply subby place, Sash complies, sucking and licking the rubber cock clean.
Vaia watches her mistress’s power and control in awe.
***
One way or another, all three build up quite an appetite before breakfast.
Vaia is coming to enjoy the strange imported breakfast foods. She wonders how she’ll feel going back to algal again. Going back to her clan… Only now does it begin to occur to her that she’s been away far longer than anyone would have expected. But she shrugs it off. The prospect of getting into trouble simply doesn’t bother her any longer, she realises. The only person she doesn’t want to disappoint is Rebeck.
Sash is gulping down a lot of juice. “Can’t believe you got me to do that! Blech!”
Despite her work-out, Rebeck is just picking, bored, at her food, but this gets a smile out of her. “I know your secret, Sash. You can’t resist trying anything at least once. Usually twice.” She pats Sash’s face.
“You’re such a bitch,” Sash says, with affection.
After breakfast, the two put Vaia on a table and take a look at the marks on her. Rebeck assures her that she’s a qualified medic.
“It all looks fine,” she reassures her. “No permanent damage, I’m sure. You feel okay?”
Vaia nods. She would never have expected to feel this… pleasant surprise, at discovering how much punishment her body can take.
“Let’s take a look at your face,” says Sash. On these bruises, she uses a small medical device, plus some concealing make-up, doing it in front of a mirror so that Vaia will be able to copy the method herself. “See? No one will even guess what you’ve been up to, will they?”
Vaia nods. She’s so looking forward to being back in House Van Saar with her secret. The only thing different about her reflection, she thinks, is that she appears to be so happy she’s glowing!
“Sash, could you, er… get the car ready?” Rebeck asks.
“What? It doesn’t… Oh. Sure. I’ll let you two say goodbye properly.” Sash winks and leaves the room.
Within moments, Vaia is grunting and groaning with each deep thrust as Rebeck gives her a lengthy ‘goodbye’ pounding with a thick rubber ten-incher. She is bent over the side of the table, accepting the giant strap-on into her cide escort ass with complete joy.
Subjected to Rebeck’s aggressive sodomy, her body jolts back and forth on the table, her hands clutching at its edges as her insatiable mistress grips her hips and rails her ass into utter submission. The forceful training routine that Rebeck has subjected her to with ass-fucking over the preceding days is showing results, and Vaia takes the hard pummeling fuck with nothing but enthusiastic moans of intense submissive ecstasy.
“Remember, next time we make our way up to twelve inches, slut!”
“Yes, Mistress!!”
Smack!
“Aren’t you lucky we picked you up, bitch!? Thank me for the good time we’ve showed you, slut. Thank me for this fuck!”
“Thank you, Mistress!” Vaia gasps out between rough thrusts.
The furious drilling of the shaft in her ass has such an effect on her, pushing Vaia into an insatiable lust for more pain and submission. Her mistress teaches her that it all feels good.
“Thank you for what!?”
“Thank you for fucking this slave’s hungry ass, Mistress!”
Rebeck begins to groan with exertion, and she increases the pace of her deep dicking. Her hold on Vaia’s flanks becomes tighter and more needy.
“Yes! Fuck me, Mistress! I need your big cock!!”
Rebeck yanks on Vaia’s leash harshly, her groans turning into moans of pleasure as she thrusts into Vaia’s well-greased ass with incredible speed and force.
“Ahhh! Yesss!!”
Her last few fucks are especially harsh, beating into Vaia’s butt with her pounding hips.
Rebeck pulls out of her dripping ass with a wet squelching sound. She sighs deeply. She wants more. Wants it so bad. But she’s got to work. Getting this job had been the most incredible stroke of luck. The idea that she is even thinking for a second about putting it at risk, for more of a hot piece of ass, is crazy to her.
She strokes Vaia’s long black hair, and kisses her shoulders as she helps her up.
“My sweet girl… Go get cleaned up. Put your suit on. Time to go home.”
While Vaia showers, Rebeck tries to go over her tasks for the work-day. There is the Representative’s up-coming trip to Hive Prime to prepare for. And it isn’t long until she’s getting her promotion to head of security. There is a hand-over process that needs to start. There are certain changes to the team’s practices she wants to make as well, but she can’t concentrate on any of it. Her hands keep balling up into fists and clenching furiously.
“Mistress?”
Vaia is there, fully dressed in Van Saar style again. She looks just like she did when she first saw her in the club, Rebeck thinks. She wants to take the girl’s innocence all over again. Rebeck can’t help the realisation that the past few days have been the best of her whole life. And that’s been with Vaia still in initial training!
She reaches out and touches Vaia’s neck, stroking the slim, blue collar she’s still wearing.
“Mmm. Next time you visit, I’ll take you shopping for one of these that’s just for you. But this will do for now, right?”
Vaia nods.
“It will remind you that you belong to me now, won’t it?”
A nod again. Rebeck had shown her the tiny writing on the inside: ‘Property of Rebeck G. If lost, please return to: Representative’s Spire, Hive Acropolis’.
“And you won’t take it off, will you? It might draw some looks, but remember, they will just be wishing they were lucky enough to be owned the way you are.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
Vaia is hiding her nerves. She can’t help worrying that she won’t see Rebeck again. That this might fade like a dream.
Rebeck gives her a quick peck on the lips. “Go on then. Sash is waiting.”
Unwillingly, Vaia starts to walk away, looking back several times as she slowly makes her way to the door.
When she reaches it, Rebeck calls after her: “Slut?”
“Yes, Mistress!”
“What I taught you in the dojo? Don’t try it on any real Goliaths, remember? Just shoot them, right?”
Vaia giggles. “Understood, Mistress!”
A pause.
Then, in her sweetest voice, “I love you, Mistress.”
And she runs off to the landing dock.
***
In the air-car, Vaia sits in the passenger seat, giggling and slapping away Sash’s hand when she gropes her thigh while pretending to reach for one of the controls.
“Sash, why didn’t Mis– Why didn’t Rebeck come with us? Is she that busy today?”
“She might be,” says Sash. “But to be honest I think she might have been worried that if she came down, you’d see her cry.”
“What? Her? No way!”
“Yes way.” They are diving past the Upper Hive now. Sash is a less ‘free’ driver than Rebeck, slotting into the sparse but distinct flow of air traffic. “You have no idea how long she’s been looking for someone who is as into how she likes it, as you are. She’s showing you as little as she can, Vaia, but you’ve really made her more happy than you may realise.”
Vaia finds her breath catching.
For most people in the hive, other levels, much less the Spires, can feel like they’re an impossible distance away. But, once you start traveling, it always turns out that everything was closer at hand than you thought. So it is now, as Sash swings the air-car into a Mid-Hive traffic corridor, and the surroundings quickly start to become familiar to Vaia.
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