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Post by Atticus Batman on Jun 6, 2015 2:38:30 GMT
After a couple hours of sleep, I wake up and admire my beautiful fiance as I reach down and grab my bottle of rum. I take a drink and unfortunately that empties it. As it is the last bottle in our quarters I will have to contact the kitchen at some point to have another case brought to my room. I discard the empty bottle and grab my hailer. I contact the war room and ask if everything is alright. They say, "All is quiet sir. Volodja and Belle are back. Mr. Smythe is busy helping Wolfram with something and Miss Mc Guyver went to rest for awhile and Lieutenant Oenfer is doublechecking the new security protocols. So Lieutenant Robet is in the War Room."
I ask to talk to Chris and he gets on. "Hey Atticus, glad to hear all is well. I figured I could supervise in the War Room for awhile since everyone else is busy or needed sleep after a late work night. Besides Zork and Jose can handle things while I am busy here. Hope you don't mind but I am sitting at your desk since I don't have one here and didn't feel comfortable sitting at Taffer's old desk. By the way a big package just arrived for you from Freedom Florida. It is sitting on your desk for you."
I say, "Thank you Chris. I am fine with you sitting at my desk as long as you don't screw anything up, and no adjusting my chair. Becareful with that package, it is quite important to a "little sister's" morale. I will getthe package later, but please have a case of my rum delivered to my sitting room later today. Talk later." I then hang up the hailer.
I kiss Lady and give her wonderful ass a squeeze, then I get up and go to the bathroom. Then I start the shower and get in. I turn on the multiple heads and just enjoy the water pouring over his big, well-scarred and well-muscled body.
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Post by Lady Christianna on Jun 6, 2015 4:54:28 GMT
Suddenly Atticus found small hands carefully washing his back, whereupon he turned to find a nude Lady Christianna smiling enigmatically who having already soaped her own chalk white body, began to lather him up by hugging and gyrating against him. As they both laughed at the absurd image of this tiny Castithan woman soaping up the huge Irathian man in this way, they suddenly embraced falling into a long passionate kiss, ecstatic to finally have a moment to themselves.  Meanwhile, Sandy, Lady's EGO psyche, dressed in a black nightie, waiting in Volodja's bed, trying to find the right seductive pose so that he would be knocked breathless when he saw her lying there, using the holo-emitters to try to create the right mood. She posed on her stomach with a red rose in her mouth, but thought it too cheesey. She tried laying on her back on a bed of roses with one strap hanging off her tanned shoulder and her legs spread slightly, but thought that too cheap. Sandy ended up laying on her side leaning on one elbow as she grinned in anticipation staring at the door waiting for him to enter. |
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Post by Belle Starr on Jun 6, 2015 5:11:12 GMT
Belle Starr entered her quarters, tossing her green jacket on a chair, and collapsing on the bed. A tired smile crossed her freckled face as she closed her blue diamond eyes, hoping for sweet dreams as she quickly fell asleep. For the first time in a long time, she didn't dream of her dead lover, Vo K'shaa, but of another man. However it wasn't the one she thought she would dream of, handsome Trevor Tyler, but instead it was of her friend, Volodja Uljanov, reading his poetry to her in a moon lit Gazebo by the glimmering ocean. When Belle woke up later, the dream would disturb her, but for now, she just enjoyed it and got the first true rest she had gotten in a long time.
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Post by Erika Widowmaker on Jun 6, 2015 5:13:41 GMT
Erika Widowmaker couldn't sleep, as she sat next to her daughter restrained in her bed, yet struggling to break the straps as she screamed. Erika reached out to touch her, hoping it might calm Cara, but it only caused her to scream louder and longer, so Erika withdrew her touch. Erika knew that the infirmary staff could watch over her, but also knew that if she went to her quarters to sleep, she would only hear her daughter's screams in her dreams.  |
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Post by Volodja Uljanov on Jun 6, 2015 5:17:31 GMT
Volodja Uljanov headed to his cabin for simple reasons - he needed shower, some sleep (because sleeping in courtyards won't fulfil one's needs for rest) and one more thing. His pistol needed reloading. Atticus was right about wasting good alcohol to 99rs but Volodja shot to the last bullet and kept fighting after that with anything he could and since his desperation accompanied him at VBI vendor he never finished his shopping trip, but fortunately he had his family to support him and he got back relatively safe. Minor traffic problems didn't count and conversation with Belle was really interesting, refreshing and even surprising, because Belle turned out to be a poet, like Volodja. She was full of surprises and Volodja liked it very much, because he kept discovering something new in Belle every time when they had a chance to talk and that brought them closer to each other. Especially when they found that they share same interests.
Actually - every member of their family started to show different facets of their personalities as long as you were able to see them. Giant was really literate for a fighter and showed tendency to become a family guy. Ralph turned out to be a gardener and a gourmet chef. His friend Wolfram got over his insecurity about people and started to socialize...Amazing! But Belle was most amazing, Volodja had to admit.
And now Volodja became amazed once again, when he opened the door and saw his girl, Sandy, in their bed, wearing a black nightie, laying on her side leaning on one elbow. Volodja was stunned, seeing her there, he could feel his jaw dropping slightly and knees become weak when he approached her delicately and fell to his knees right after he reached by the bedside, lowering his face into her blonde hair, so he could smell their sweet scent and feel her warmth. After spending one minute long eternity that way, he finally dared to move his head, while rest of his body was still on the floor on kneeling position, and when his mouth found her's, he spend another eternity kissing Sandy passionately, his right hand playing with Sandy's blonde hair and stroking her soft tanned cheek. And that eternity lasted longer than a minute for sure. Especially when Volodja changed his position to more comfortable and instead of kneeling he was sitting by the bed now.
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Post by Belle Starr on Jun 6, 2015 5:45:44 GMT
"Congratulations, Moira! For once I agree with you," declared Marcel. "Lena needs an EGO psyche, but we must find the EGO implant and that egghead, who can program it. Where should we start our search? I guess we need an VBI source who knows, where that Toad is at moment. Any ideas about finding one?"
Lena was sitting in Marcel's lap, but turned raising one leg high over his head and ending up facing him while straddling him, looking him in the eyes, her chalk white nose touching his tanned one. She placed one alabaster forefinger to the side of her lush lips as she grinned while thinking out loud, "Well, there's Belle Starr, she's the only VBI bigwig I know is definitely town, as she is the Director of VBI's Security Analysis Division. We might be able to take her but numero uno problem: Under Atticus' protection, and he will kill us! Brody Smythe and Chloe MacGyver have access to her records, which I bet include where our Where's Waldo is: Again under Atticus' protection, and he will kill us! The base has a repository of VBI records, but again: Under Atticus' protection, and ya-da ya-da, you get it! It's rumored that VBI is building their new headquarters in the Bay Area, so maybe some VBI big wig is in town to help start that, but I don't know anything specific. I'm stumped My Love, but maybe Tommy-boy or Varus know something. Know what I do know?"
Lena shifted her weight so that the chair fell backward as she kissed him hard on the lips. Marcel hit his head on the wooden floor, so that he experienced both pleasure and pain, which he suspected might be her purpose, but she grinned at him and whispered before kissing him again, "I know I'm heels over heads in love with you!"
Lena pushed up doing a headstand over his face while still kissing him, then leaped backwards landing on her feet, saying over her shoulder with a laugh, "If we do go to the do-gooders base, can we steal some holo-emitters from there to install here! Maybe we can talk Moira into a threesome!"
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Post by Atticus Batman on Jun 6, 2015 6:03:56 GMT
After I break the kiss, I smile widely as I say, "MMmmmm, I love your new naughty way of bathing me. You can do that anytime. I am glad you are feeling a little better. I have missed our time together. Let me show you just how much." I smile even wider as it changes to my more mischievious grin. Then I kiss her passionately again. After some wonderful tongue wrestling, I kiss and nibble her right ear, working down to her neck. I kiss all over it then work up to her left ear. Then back to her lovely lips. Next I kiss down her chin and neck to her lovely chest. I enjoy kissing, licking, and suckling her breasts for awhile as my hand makes contact with her nether regions, and a finger enters her. After a couple minutes, I kiss my way down her body and kneeling infront of her, I remove my finger, to quickly replace it with my tongue. As I make love to her with my mouth, she screams in pleasure and pulls my face tighter to her. A couple of minutes later, she releases my head, and I kiss my way back up her body. I kiss her passionately and lovingly again. Then I move behind her and nibble her neck. While still behind her, I start fondling her lovely breasts as I lean against the shower wall and pull her back against my chest, sliding into her as I do. I then make passionate love with her from behind as I brace against the shower wall, so I don't put pressure on her belly and hurt her or our babies, while still playing with and massaging her wonderful young cleavage. After we orgasm several times, I just hold and cuddle her from behind as I lean against the shower wall, as she slides her hands back and squeezes my butt, and I just lovingly kiss her neck and ears all over as we enjoy being in each other's arms. After we have caught our breaths and relaxed for a little while, we lovingly wash each other. We get out as the water finally starts getting cold, snd shut it off. We then proceed to lovingly dry each other off. Then we go into our bedroom and just sit and cuddle on our bed for a few minutes, until Lady says she and the babies are hungry. However she does tell me to just keep sitting on the bed, as she puts on a show of getting dressed, knowing how much I enjoy it. Then she says it's my turn. So I stand up and I take my time putting on a show of putting on my jumpsuit gloves, boots and mask. Then I spin my pistol and holster it, before grabbing my hailer.  Once dressed, we hold hands, as we go to the Mess for food. We enter and sit at our usual table. Ralph comes over and gives me a bottle of rum, and Lady a bottle of juice. He tells me he got my request and will have the new case of rum delivered to my quarters right away. He asks if I want the usual, which I reply with, "Of course." Then he asks Lady what she would like this morning. After she makes her request, Ralph mumbles something about pregnant women and their odd cravings, as he heads to the kitchen to prepare our food. |
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Post by Marcel Lestrange on Jun 6, 2015 7:04:27 GMT
"I like your initiative, Lena, my Love," replied Marcel, squeezing her trained bottom with his palm and kissing Lena's white belly right above her low cut pants line. "But we can't kill the goose that laid the golden eggs and those good doers are our goose. Jeopardizing our future business relationships with them is not really good at moment, but you just gave me an idea, so you did WELL, Lena. An excellent performance!
If they want our services, then we can negotiate with them about providing use with things we need. Fully functional EGO implant would be nice next payment for our humble services. Good people of the base must have some of those around and they can provide us with an address of the Toad. It won't make them paupers and we gain from that deal a lot and our reasonable relations can continue, because balance between us won't be violated in any way. Those nice people should be able to understand that having our duo better equipped is mutually useful. You gain balancing voice of reason, as you explained and your survival chances will be better, so they can hire us for their shady business in longer perspective without being afraid that we get too carried away with our work. And they could toss in EGO emitter or two as a sign of their good will. But first we follow your idea and speak at least with Tommasino, because we will turn to those nice people as our last measure. We have to be self sufficient and try to provide you with EGO unit on our own first, so good doers won't think that we owe them anything. At least not yet. What do you think about that, my Love?"
Marcel kept holding her and pressed his lips back where they were before his speech. Hopefully she won't push him to the floor again, although it was exciting, but Marcel wanted to avoid having a brain concussion. They might need his clear mind yet, because his heart belonged to Lena, and if they loved each other, then they must survive as long as possible, so Lena could have her real estate in Lima and they could have their island to rule. Not to mention big part of the rest of the world which will belong to Lena and him one day.
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Post by Belle Starr on Jun 6, 2015 13:43:45 GMT
"Great plan Marcel!" Exclaimed Lena as she got up, "As Captain Jack Sparrow, a great human philosopher once said, 'I Like it! Simple and easy to remember!' Let's follow the yellow brick road and see the wizard of The Fork!" Lena went over to the cracked mirror on the wall, applying ruby red lipstick to her lush white lips, than suddenly turned to Marcel with a wicked grin, "And if Tommy-boy doesn't tell us what we want to hear, we can tell him to 'Fork off!' Get it? Too early in the day, huh? Never mind!" With that she got her shoulder bag, making sure she had her charge blade and quick blaster in it, as well as several small glass capsules of various colors, then picked up her pocketknife from the card table and closed it, putting it into her Zwazhe Warrior grey pant's pocket, then proclaimed in a jocular manner as she threw her chalk white hands up, "TA-DA! Am I presentable? Of course I look FABULOUS! Let's go! Oh... maybe you better get dressed first My Love, although you do look yummy."  |
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Post by Marcel Lestrange on Jun 6, 2015 13:51:39 GMT
"I may look yummy, but you really look truly fabulous Lena-darling. I could eat YOU, right now, but I still must get dressed." Marcel played with his muscles and continued. "Now we reach to the eternal question - what to wear for occasion? Je ne connais pas...Oui! Mais naturellement! Gunslinger suit seems to be suitable for business," said Marcel, opened his suitcase and started to dress himself, explaining: "Problems of travelling light. You can't have a big wardrobe, but maybe we can change that situation now? In our line of work, changing costumes is a must if we want to bury someone with style."
Before to leave their cosy little base of operations, Marcel geared up and used some Eau de Cologne. After all - nobody seems to be more trustworthy than well dressed, good smelling gentleman with a set of well hidden but easy accessible weapons. And at moment they needed to look really reliable, so Tommasino would entrust a suitcase with million scrip to them without hesitation, or at least give them some information about VBI high officials in vicinity. Their black Dodge Challenger was waiting, so Marcel let Lena choose between driving or enjoying the ride in passenger seat. Both options were acceptable to him.
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Post by Lady Christianna on Jun 6, 2015 14:17:39 GMT
As Lady Christianna finished her bacon cheese and pickle omelet in the base mess hall, she waved a small chalk white hand to get Ralph the Cook's attention, yelling, "Another please! More pickles!"  At the same time, Sandy, Lady's EGO psyche, joined Volodja on the floor, kissing him passionately as she unbuttoned his shirt. Soon they both were wrestling on the floor, pulling each other's clothes off, letting lust take it's course. Later, more tender lovemaking would follow, but for now, the desire to experience each other's bodies and the pleasures therein was too great. |
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Post by Marcel Lestrange on Jun 6, 2015 15:20:00 GMT
This time Lena was behind the steering wheel and Marcel looked landscape and calculated their speed. By his assumptions they soon should break all possible world records and will be able to travel in time if they increase their moving speed, but he enjoyed the speed and Lena's skilful driving. She was a bit reckless, but managed to keep vehicle on the road when they covered distance between their base and The Fork, where they arrived really fast thanks to Lena.
Tommasino was at work already, flipping his coin and and giving orders to his associates, who nodded and got into their vehicles right away when business talk with them was over. That insignificant looking man held them all in his iron fist and decided what will happen to certain people in Tarr Family territory. Last car to leave barely avoided collision with black Dodge Challenger which stopped right in front of Tommasino, covering him and his bodyguards with dust clouds.
Tommasino didn't even rose his brow, seeing that stunt, but waited patiently until driver and passenger left their vehicle and stood right in front of him. Beautiful Castithan girl and tall muscular man, standing side by side looked at Tommasino silently. Girl's blue eyes didn't even blink and guys glance was empty as a sheet of paper. Finally man opened his mouth to say: "Bon Jour, Tommasino, mon ami. With a deep regret I must tell that our last task, given by you, backfired a little. That pimp we handled, put a bounty on Lena. Don't worry about that - we already received that money and you can consider his further mutilation as our little present to you.
But since we are friends and are willing to exchange presents, especially when completing somebody's orders brings along unexpected complications, we accept a little gift from you. We don't want any scrip, but information instead, so it won't cost you anything. It won't affect your family business anyhow. And if you have that information we need then you will share it with us, anyway. Quid pro quo, as one of my acquaintances would say to that, but I will put it into English - you scratch my back, and I'll scratch yours. We already scratched your itching spot, so now it's your turn.
We just want to know, do we have any high levelled VBI officials here, in Paradise at moment. And I don't mean Belle Starr or her friends in certain fortified base. They are no use to us. We need somebody....independent. That's all we want to know -is somebody like that around? And if answer is "yes" then where we can find that executive?"
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Post by Volodja Uljanov on Jun 6, 2015 16:07:53 GMT
Volodja Uljanov and Sandy Bell sat on the floor, hands around each other. This time desire temporarily won, but after fiery and passionate love making, they ended up caressing each other until both of them fell asleep. Desire gave it's place to tenderness and now they slept peacefully, Sandys pretty face resting on Volodja's firm chest, her nose touching his chin and air, she exhaled, tickled Volodja's lips gently as a summer breeze.  __________________________ Wolfram von Eschen had not any peace left. Kara was struggling in her bed and he had to solve classical dilemma - to call or not to call to Volodja. He already heard that his friend returned, having another mischievous adventure and had to have some rest after that. But finally he gave up and dialled Volodja's number on his new hailer. "Guten tag, Volodja. Sorry for disturbing you, but I could use a consultation about Kara. She is really unstable and I have to start her treatment. But I am afraid that seeing her children won't be enough now. What can we do about that? She keeps thinking that she is Mistress of Judgement. I know that you need a rest and I have to deal with matter personally. Otherwise..." "Ich verstehen, Wolfram," replied Volodja in very silent voice, to avoid waking sleeping Sandy up. "Otherwise you will lose your self esteem and end up like me, am I right?" "Genau das habe ich auch gedacht (That's exactly what I was thinking), Volodja. Sorry. Not exactly exactly. Almost exactly, because you will get on your feet, when feeling bad about yourself," said Wolfram in apologizing manner. "Can you give me any advice anyway? Ich will es ganz richtig machen (I want to get things exactly right)." "I do have a solution to offer, but it's kind of cruel and maybe unacceptable, so we need Erika's agreement on this," told Volodja after pondering about the problem and then he suddenly asked: "Have you read Bible? The Book of Kings is the source of my idea. King Salomon. If Erika approves that plan then we change the program in holo therapy room. Now, let me explain..." Volodja told Wolfram about his idea and said reassuringly: "Don't worry, Wolfram. You can do it. Your tall and skinny figure and ecstatic talking manner when you speak about your Schnapps, remind me a high priest anyway. That means - you can play one just fine. You are natural, so no need to act at all. Just be yourself. And don't hesitate to call me again, if you need my help." Volodja put his hailer down and kissed Sandy's blonde hair. He was sure that Wolfram can handle things. All he had to do was to believe into himself, because if Volodja interferes again it could destroy Wolfram's self esteem permanently. And he could ask for consultation any time, if needed. And while Wolfram searches for Erika to fill her in, he can have another little nap by Sandy's side. Before he tried to fell asleep again, he whispered: "I love you so much, Sandy" and closed his tired brown eyes again, holding his girl tightly against him. |
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Post by Atticus Batman on Jun 6, 2015 22:41:13 GMT
As I watch Lady eat and enjoy her food I smile and say, "Perhaps you want a glass of pickle juice as well dear?" When she orders more omelets with more pickles, I ask Ralph if he could make us a Meat Cheese and Fruit Tray of Irathiant ingredients. Ralph doesn't disapoint and manages to throw something together, most likely just because he is happily surprised that I ordered more than just my usual. He then places a bigger omelet in front of Lady, as well as more orange juice for her.
After we are done eating, I tell Lady that I have something to take Belle but need to stop by the War Room first. She takes my hand and we go to the War Room. I walk up to my desk where Chris is and say, "Relax, everything seems to be running fine. I am just here for the box."
I open the big box and look in it. There are 2 sets of Liberty Trooper armor and a couple of soft well-wrapped packages. There is also a note that I read to myself:
After I read the note, I place it back in the box. I look at Lady and smile, "I hope Belle likes it all. And if you need any new clothes like this, just order them from the 'Pin and Sword' in Freedom and I will pay for it for you, my Snow Angel."
I gently and lovingly kiss Lady on the lips, then I reclose and pickup the box. Next we go to Belle's room, and Lady uses the buzzer on Belle's room intercom so she knows she has visitors, since my hands are full.
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Post by Volodja Uljanov on Jun 7, 2015 4:44:47 GMT
After having quick nap Volodja woke up. Sandy was still asleep, so Volodja lifted her gently up and placed into bed and silently as a ghost sneaked into bathroom to have a shower and shave. He felt well rested after his sleep and fresh after shower. And his mind was already busy with daily schedule.
He should send a card to Ara Shondu and thank her for lovely evening, because she remained to be a polite host, when Volodja turned that social event into a philosophical discussion. Belle liked it, Trevor was bored and irritated with it, but Volodja didn't knew what Ara might think about him after everything. Sending a card should clear his conscious for putting Belle's social status in Shondu's Consulate at stake. But that discussion with Belle about poetry and being in her company was worth every effort to regain her position at Ara's home.
Wolfram's possible calls were next things to be prepared for. But that was only a possibility, because old and proud Wolfram insisted that he should solve Kara's issues on his own, having Volodja as a back up guy for sudden consultations and advice if needed. But Wolfram has to stand on his own feet, because he will be in charge of Department of Human Relations while Volo is away, searching Pyotr, so his beloved Sandy could get back into her body and have an EGO psyche of her own.
Finally the seemingly simplest problem. Having a breakfast at canteen and wonder about wonders of world's kitchen Ralph lately prepared for him. Every time when Wolfram or Volodja went to eat, Ralph looked like he was visited by couple of infamous food critics and considers getting positive review as a positive challenge. That's why Volodja wondered about today's menu. British breakfast? Or maybe German? Only way to find out was go to canteen, but first he must send that card...
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Wolfram von Eschen felt like a soldier under fire in the middle of the no man's land, before visiting Erika Widowmaker and ask her permission to change program on holo therapy room. A terms like "friendly fire" and "famous last battle" became really clear to him, while he was on his way to pay her a visit, but as an officer and a gentlemen Wolfram was dressed in his best new lab coat and ready to attack fortified positions at any cost.
"Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori," ("It is sweet and right to die for your country.") Wolfram muttered. Probably Volodja's influence again - he would have quoted that line for sure and revealed it's source - Horace's "Odes." And now Wolfram found himself doing that. "Verdammt, Volodja," he continued. "For that I will avenge you. You will be listening Goethe's verses for the rest of your life as long as it's up to me."
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