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You’d been running for far too long. The darkly-hued green of brush surrounding you blended together into lines as you sprinted, becoming watercolor brush strokes behind you.
Heavy footsteps pounded the dirt behind you. Two pairs. You were grateful the intruders were new, because their clumsy footing in such a wild place left them to trip over roots and stumble on uneven makeshift roads. You assumed your expertise would prevail here.
You turned sharply past one of those too-big trees, using the position to tilt your head to catch a measly glance at your pursuers, and to your dismay, there was only one, and she was scary looking. Lean and lithe, just like the kind of predator that could survive here alone. She ran too fast, and the movement of her arms near the ground reminded you of a big cat prowling.
When you turned your head back to face front, you were disappointed to find that the second pair of feet had strategically found its way in front of you. It was too late. You’d already taken those long strides forward, and her fist hit your cheek at your own momentum. You were on your back in less than a second, frantically reaching for the knife hooked at your belt.
When you unsheathed it and raised it above you, a boot stomped your wrist into the mud behind your head, locking you in place. You tried to shout for help, but the woman who’d decked you covered your mouth with her hand. Rookie mistake. You bit. It did not taste right, but it was strangely pleasant. She only reacted by digging her nails into your cheek.
The woman with her foot on your arm squatted, pushing your free hand into the dirt.
Now, you could get a proper look at your pursuers. You glared up at the two with squinting eyes and a closed-mouth sneer. Whatever they wanted from you, they’d have to take themselves. That’s how you rationalized your silence, at least.
It’s not like you could have verbalized your desire to be “taken” by these strangers.
The one stomping on your wrist was the scary looking one. From this angle, she looked more like a predator than she had chasing you, which made you feel uneasy. You imagined she was made for killing and maiming, and that that was exactly what she had in store for you. She was tall and had limbs that were too long, like some kind of pre-Homo sapiens hominid you were biologically coded to fear. Her hair was slick and greasy, but so was yours--not much access to shampoo in a post-apocalyptic world.
Her presence was commanding. Imposing, even. Despite her intimidation, you couldn’t really feel threatened. Sure, she inherently looked like she wanted to use your organs as Christmas ornaments, but she didn’t make any moves to do so. Just pinned you still, almost preening like the cat that got the cream.
She was pretty, you had to admit. She looked at the other woman in firm approval, and your glance followed hers.
The one who’d punched you in the face nodded in reply to the tall one. She was much smaller in stature. She looked human. She was disheveled and tired looking, as if this whole chase was the scary-looking chick’s plan. You figured you could probably take her.
The tall one looked you up and down, licking her chops like she was contemplating the best spot to bite down. “This’ll do. Get it ready for me.”
The other woman hummed in agreement, lowering from her squat to straddle your hips and grab your wrists herself with her hand. The scary-looking one stepped to the side, pulled a little red box from a slightly shredded shirt pocket, and gingerly selected a cigarette from the batch. You made an incredulous sort of huffing noise into the girl’s hand, and she shrugged as if you guys were just playing cards. You suppose that if there’s any place to find a box of cigarettes, it’d be Paris.
When she pulled her palm from your mouth, leaving you once again free to breathe deep, you noticed the milky white fluid dripping from that spot you’d bit her on. Fuck, you thought. She’s an android.
You didn’t open your mouth for fear of being mishandled. Maybe if you were nice and quiet, they’d show a little mercy.
The girl stroked your cheek with her thumb tenderly. It was unnerving. The gentleness almost felt like a warning, or preemptive apology. “What’s your name?”
“Fuck you.” There goes that mercy.
She didn’t acknowledge your perceived rudeness. “I’m Call.” She was unbothered by your silence, too. “I thought we should be on a first name basis.”
“Call, just get to it already,” the taller one grumbled.
“I could just let her go if you don’t behave, Ripley,” Call chimed in response.
Ripley hummed thoughtfully. “You could. But I don’t think she wants to be let go.”
“What?” You interrupted incredulously.
“I said I don’t think you want to be let go.” You didn’t realize she’d gotten closer ‘til you felt smoke in your eyes. It burned deliciously, like peppers on a stove in the Wintertime. “I think you want my Call to fuck you. Is that right?”
“Why the hell do you think that?”
“Well, I can smell you,” Ripley said bluntly, like she was telling the time. She watched you intently for a few moments more, and when she realized you weren’t responding to her statement, she continued to talk. “So what is it? You want my bride to fuck you?”
You looked up at Call pleadingly, and you weren’t sure if it was for escape or in agreement with the other woman. She hooked a leg between yours, and pushed against your clothed groin with her thigh. You hissed pleasurably, trying to mask your expression with a grimace. Ripley saw right through you.
“I think you do,” she smirked victoriously.
Call ground herself against you, slowly eliciting sweet whimpers from your lips, thinly veiled by spineless threats. You could fight it…but you didn’t really want to.
“Call, you caught a good one,” Ripley cooed. “It’s so obedient.”
It? God, you hated this bitch.
The android hummed thoughtfully in response, trailing fingertips from your face to your chest, slowly loosening her grip on your wrists. You jerked forward as if to retaliate against her naivety, but you were pulled back by Ripley’s long hand around your arms. She let her claws dig into your skin, and you cried out sort of apologetically.
Call looked at you with a perplexed expression, like she couldn’t believe you just tried that. Her eye contact didn’t last long before she was pulling down your pants. You grit your teeth defiantly, accidentally glancing upwards to find that monstrous-looking woman knelt before you, leather trousers pulled to her knees, stroking her cock with that cigarette balanced between her lips.
You were completely, utterly fucked.
It didn’t look human at all. It was ribbed and inflamed at its base like one of those awful looking pieces of silicone your buddy showed you when the two of you were looting the old townhouses of Paris. At least it wasn’t neon green.
Call’d pulled down your briefs halfway when Ripley muttered under her breath that she’s getting tired of waiting. The android gave her a warning glare. You really couldn’t figure out who the boss was here.
Call thumbed your bottom lip gently, pulling your jaw open. “Suck.” You muffled a resistant yell when she stuck her middle and index fingers into your mouth. You really thought about biting again, but when you looked up at Ripley above you, you figured that it’d just bury you in some deeper shit.
So, you hollowed your cheeks and licked at her fingers obediently, feeling a little disgusting about it but noting the clean taste of her hand regardless. Call looked at the other woman incredulously, brows raised in pleasant surprise.
Ripley hummed a low laugh as clearly as she could through her pleasured groans. “Make a good pet,” she suggested with a smirk.
Call smiled at you appreciatively like you were doing her a huge favor. “Stick your tongue out.”
You did, feeling a little dumb. You couldn’t help but feel like maybe somebody’d sent them to embarrass or humiliate you or something. They were using you. You were letting them.
She thrust her fingers in and out of your warm mouth, parting her lips in pleasant arousal that you were coating her hand so well. Her fingertips hit the back of your throat, and you gagged, but she wouldn’t move. She only wiped the tears from your eyes.
“How are you feeling, Call?” Ripley’s voice was uncharacteristically (to you) sincere.
“So good,” she sighed, stroking the back of your tongue with the pads of her fingers.
You were just starting to get used to the feeling when she pulled away from your face, stroking your cheek with her thumb.
She started moving her hand down to your bare groin when something wet and sticky hit your lips. You licked them instinctively before realizing, with a horrified look upward, that you’d just ingested Ripley’s precum. She laughed at you like you were just hired entertainment.
“Well, since you like how I taste so much…”
She lowered herself further so that the tip of her cock breached your lips, fucking your face shallowly. At this angle there wasn’t much else to do about that but watch the slit where testes might’ve been throb with each movement.
“Ripley,” the android reprimanded. You’d forgotten where her hand was moving until cold, wet fingers probed at your hole, coating the mucosa surrounding it with your own saliva. You would’ve hissed if Ripley’s weird looking dick wasn’t in your mouth.
You weren’t expecting it when Call’s two fingers breached your hole, making gentle scissoring motions to spread you out further. You groaned around the other woman’s cock, cringing when the vibrations elicited a low rumble from her throat.
“How’s it looking?”
Call pushed her fingers deeper, causing you to whine around Ripley pathetically. “It’s so tight. This might take a while…”
Ripley sighed, releasing your hands (which were red and sore from how tight she’d been gripping them) and pulling herself out of your mouth. “I’m tired of waiting.”
Call rolled her eyes as Ripley stood and walked around your body ‘til she was behind the android. “Knees up,” she murmured. It was easier to obey her. Even if she was currently knuckle deep inside you, she’d at least shown that she doesn’t want to hurt you. Ripley, on the other hand, seemed to only want to hurt you (even if that wasn’t necessarily true).
When you repositioned yourself as ordered, Call crawled over you, being sure to stabilize her fingers so as not to poke you with a nail or something. Her head reached your chest, and her elbow bent at the most convenient angle to keep stretching you out.
Ripley got on her knees behind Call, towering over her comically, and almost tore her pants off trying to pull them down her legs. It would’ve been funny if you weren’t in the position you were in.
Call’s face planted into your chest when Ripley entered her. She was relentless with her pace like some kind of animal. The more you thought of it, the more it worried you that you were probably gonna be next.
Call’s movements with her hand got sloppier with each thrust. Her calculated movements degraded ‘til they were just as sloppy as Ripley’s. Her head burrowed in your chest in a cute sort of way, like you were the only thing keeping that taller woman from breaking her. With the way Ripley looked, hair fallen in her face and expression mired with lust you could only describe as destructive, you thought that maybe that just might be the case.
When Call’s whimpers escalated in volume, you tried unsuccessfully to wrench your wrists from her grasp. When that didn’t work, you hissed her name, reddening in embarrassment when your pleas were muddled by pleasured gasps.
Call was too far gone to notice your desperation. Ripley cocked her brow at you, slowing her pace just enough to give the android a little taste of sensation outside of herself.
“Have to be quiet,” you murmured, breath still ragged from the feeling of being full. “The stalkers will hear us.”
“Stalkers?” Call looked up at you, eyes wide--afraid? “Ripley, we have to--”
She was cut off by a thrust and a yelp from her own throat. “I’m not done yet,” the scary-looking woman declared.
When Call realized she wasn’t gonna be able to naturally tone down her volume, she reached forward with her face and bit down on the side of your neck ‘til her incisors drew blood. You couldn’t see, but upon seeing this, Ripley tightened her grip on the android’s hips and let her claws draw milky white fluids.
You gasped, almost yelling out when you felt warmth seeping from the bite, but refrained by digging your head further into the mud beneath you.
“I think she’s gonna ruin you before I even get the chance to,” Ripley grunted between harsh snappings of her hips. Call looked up at you when she heard that, expression both apologetic for the pain she’s caused you and gleeful for the taste of it. “Call,” the woman demanded, “Clean it up.”
The younger-looking woman eagerly dove back into your neck, licking the blood from the wound she gave you up. You could hear her tongue move against you and each little swallow she made when she gathered enough of you. You audibly sobbed when she bit you again afterward, just you taste you some more.
“How’s it taste, Call?”
The girl briefly lifted her head from your throat to respond, lips grazing your earlobe. “Tastes so sweet.” You whined--to your horror--in pleasure when she licked a thin stream of blood up the side of your neck.
“Think we should take it with us?”
It didn’t piss you off so much that they were calling you an ‘it’ anymore. The more they talked about you and touched you, the more you thought that maybe they were capable and could protect you from the terrors of the forest. Shit, maybe you could get used to this.
“Please,” Call breathed into your ear, causing you to buck your hips up suddenly. You were getting close. You almost couldn’t believe that you were enjoying this, but when the girl twisted her fingers against that spot inside you, you couldn’t help the pleased noise escaping your throat.
Ripley’s thrusts were starting to get faster, more frantic. Watching you become addicted to the pain the two women offered you seemed to get her off fantastically.
All it took was another bite before you were spasming around Call’s fingers and chewing on your lip til it tore and bled.
When you were able to, you looked up to find Ripley painfully stroking her cock, and you wondered why she wasn’t fucking the other girl anymore. All you knew was that it’d take God to pull you out.
“I’m close,” Ripley groaned, unceremoniously smacking Call’s ass. “Sit on our pet’s face.”
Call didn’t need to be told twice, carefully pulling her fingers out of you and straddling your waist. She gave you a chaste kiss--during which you noted that your blood does taste kind of sweet--and eagerly crawled up your body like a puppy ‘til she was positioned just above your face. You inhaled deep. She smelled amazing. Her grip on your wrists tightened as she lowered her hips onto you, bucking immediately when she felt the warmth of your tongue against her. She tasted even better.
You groaned against Call when something new probed against your hole, and the vibration of your lips made the android sputter a choked moan. You weren’t as resistant as before when Ripley’s cock breached you. She was even bigger than she looked, which was saying a lot because her dick was already monstrous before it was inside of you.
You struggled for breath as you lapped at Call’s cunt. She noticed, and in an act of mercy occasionally lifted her hips so you could gasp for breath before grinding against your mouth again. She tasted even better than she smelled. You tasted Ripley’s cock, which you remembered well from having your lips wrapped ‘round it about half an hour ago, and something else in her. It certainly wasn’t human, which couldn’t surprise you anymore since you know what you do, but it was stark nonetheless.
It wasn’t like you hadn’t done this before with other people. Living people, to be exact. Tasted good then, if you were honest, but this was even better than you remembered. It was like she was designed with sexual performance in mind. You knew it couldn’t be true because that model doesn’t do much else (as far as you know, at least), but the thought lingered regardless. She tasted even sweeter than your blood did, which in hindsight was a horrific thing to think, but the combination of being stuffed full and having this girl riding your tongue like it would save her left you numb to things like “morals” and “human decency.”
Each thrust from Ripley led to another muffled groan into Call’s sweet cunt, leaving the three of you breathless and panting.
You felt Ripley lean forward--and you felt it because she was suddenly a lot deeper inside you--and heard Call yelp in pleasure-pain, releasing your wrists to cover her mouth in half-ignored fear of the ‘stalkers’ you’d mentioned before.
With your hands free, you weighed your options. You could probably stun them well enough if you fought back now and ran away, but then you’d have the threat of the creatures and you’d have to face them alone. It was starting to get dark. You were separated from your group…it’d be safer, probably, to let yourself be used by these women.
You reasoned it as though you weren’t loving it. Each grind of Call’s hips and snap of Ripley’s left you delightfully weak. They managed to trap you, right? You were an expert of the terrain--I mean, that’s the only reason why you were allowed to scout out these newcomers alone. You figured that if there were danger, they would take care of you like they were taking care of you now.
The idea of them protecting you had you smiling against Call’s pussy. The subtle shift caused her to realize that your hands were free, but before she could do anything about it, you wrapped your arms around her thighs and pulled her down further onto you.
You didn’t see Ripley’s grin, but you could probably envision it by the way she was, you know, cumming inside of you. Her hips jutted forward into you and some huge swollen knob at the base of her cock entered you in one clean move, stretching you nearly past your limits.
Her spunk was effectively trapped inside you, and you figured that was probably the point of whatever plug that was on Ripley’s dick. It felt strange, and also inhuman, but so did all of her that was inside of you currently so you tried not to think about it too hard--at least, you tried until you felt something kind of solid inside of you that wasn’t her cock. Unfortunately, said solids hit that spot inside you, and you were cumming again, so you’d think about the unexpected protrusions in a moment.
When the android’s rocking hips brought you back to consciousness from your post-orgasm haze, the sensation of something foreign inside you returned.
That’s when you tried to scream against Call, failed miserably, and realized that the strong vibrations of your attempted squeal made the girl cum. Which was awesome. But you were still freaked out by the unidentified objects (when did it get plural?) inside of you.
Ripley pleasured groans were eventually drowned out by her incredulous laughs. Call joined in briefly, too (after she was finished panting out her post-orgasm bliss), like they’d forgotten to warn you or something. You still had no idea what you needed to be warned of, and you couldn’t ask because your mouth was still a bit preoccupied cleaning the viscous cum off of the girl’s pussy, but thankfully she replied all the same.
“Eggs.”
Eggs? You tried to speak against her. It was audibly incomprehensible, but the two women got the memo anyway.
Ripley chuckled affectionately, which was unusual because previously you had no evidence she even had capacity for affection, and patted your thigh before pulling out of you. It felt emptying for obvious physical reasons but also for unexpected emotional ones, too.
When Call lifted herself off of you (legs shaking, you note with glee), you heaved for that breath you were lacking when your airways were covered by slick cunt and pretended not to notice Ripley’s subtle jealousy that it was your face that took Call there. You revelled in it nonetheless, damn the eggs leaking out of your abused hole.
The android hobbled over to the taller woman, leaning against her for support as the two watched her cock gradually soften. She sighed dreamily, and the two looked at you with a sort of kindness you hadn’t realized you’d been craving from them.
“Can we keep it?”