An unhappy reunion.

Eighteen stumbled through the dark woods clutching the blaster pistol, with the darkness and her fear she had become totally disorientated and now had no idea whether she was moving away from or towards the site of the native onslaught. A noise ahead startled her and she crouched down in the undergrowth and froze. The sound came again, a muffled moaning somewhere nearby. From the pitch of the moans Eighteen was certain they were those of a female, perhaps one of her fellow guards had also escaped the attack and was lying wounded. Turning her head to fix the direction of the noise she creapt closer to their source, stopping frequently to listen and watch for any sign that this could be a trap.

The noise was louder now and Eighteen realised the sound was emanating from a thicket of razorvine. The blonde approached cautiously and peered into the tangle of spiny creepers. A pale shape lay on the ground in the open space within the thorny bushes. As she watched the shape moaned again and struggled to rise allowing Eighteen to catch a glimpse of the figure's face. With a jolt of surprise Eighteen recognised her own sweet Twelve, gagged and hogtied and stuggling to free herself. Eighteen forgot her caution immediately and rushed forward to her lover's side and cradled the petite guardwoman against her large firm breasts. Laying her pistol down on the ground she attempted to untie the cords binding Twelve's ankles and wrists.

"Don't worry my love." Eighteen said soothingly. "I'll soon have you free."

"Mmmphh mnhh muhh." Replied the gagged Twelve, her eyes going wide as she stared over Eighteen's shoulder. "Mmchh mmph."

Eighteen turned to see Calvo rising from concealment behind her, a stungun gripped in his hands and pointed at her back. Her hand flashed down and she snatched her blaster up from the ground as she threw herself sideways. Calvo's first shot went high by inches above the diving woman, but as she swung up the pistol to return fire his second shot hit the voluptuous blonde directly between her mountainous tits and the amazonian guardwoman went limp with a despairing cry and collapsed.

Calvo walked over to Eighteen's slumped body and squatted down to examine his prize. Twelve's angry curses were rendered unintelligible by her gag but the look of fury in her eyes was unmistakable. Calvo sighed, just as he thought he was starting to get the little spitfire tamed this would bring her resistance straight back. He ran his hands over Eighteen's naked body, eliciting more muffled protests from the incensed Twelve. Flipping the **** guard onto her back her admired her fantastic ripe breasts and flat muscled stomach. His hand stroked the downy fleece of sparse blonde hair between her powerful thighs and he slipped a finger between the pale pink outer lips of her sex to feel the wet heat of the blonde's pussy. With a grin he pulled out the knife and cut strips from Twelve's uniform and set to work securing his prisoner.

On the hilltop where the guardwomen had camped the Lieutenant stared with disbelief at the carnage that had been wrought when the personnell carrier had exploded. The twisted wreckage was spread across the hill's summit. The Lieutenant combed the debris and was relieved to find no bodies, human or alien. Clearly the natives had carried off any of their own dead as well as her comrades, but had they taken the other guardwomen alive or dead? Searching the area around the campsight revealed the direction the natives had taken. Luckily, being heavily laden and intent on moving fast they had not moved with their usual stealth. The Lieutenant followed the trail, hoping her comrades might still be alive and that she could find an opportunity to rescue them.

The males of the tribe sat in council to decide what the should do next. After their victory over the guardwomen they had trekked to the caves that served as their winter encampment. Here they had found other survivors of their tribe sheltering, proudly they displayed the alien weapons they had captured and recounted the tale of their destruction of the bitch invaders great metal bird. Then they had brought forth three of the hated females, bloodied and bound to yokes. The three now knelt in a circle of warriors as their fate was discussed, some of the warriors counciled a slow and painful **** whilst others argued that with their numbers so depleted the females should be used as breeding stock.