One month later...

(The following threads are grouped together as a stand alone story on www.literotica.com entitled; "Dark Angel: Fertility" a two part saga I put together- INYOTEF ;)

“Max,” the husky voice of Ames White breathed...

Max’s eyes shot open, and she shot out of the bed she was lying in. She heard a woman screaming and made a dash for the door taking it off its hinges as she broke through it. She held her mouth to the crook of her arm as the heat burned her naked body; the fires devouring the hallway, the thick black smoke making her **** and cough. With her eyes watering; she made out a window at the end of the hallway and ran for it, pushing her transgenic body to its limits...

Max dived thru the window, the glass shattering, pieces of it cutting her perfect body. She dove over to the roof of the adjacent building landing in a roll. Max got up looking into the sky; lighting flashing and storm clouds swirling over the Seattle horizon as the heavy downpour soaked her very naked body...

“452!” Another voice shouted at her, addressing her by her Manticore given designation.

Max turned to see Victoria standing at the edge of the roof; the fire from the burning building behind her making her slender body shimmer...

“Bitch,” Max yelled charging toward her.

Victoria moved; running then skidding on her red leather clad knees, water spraying across the roof top. She bent backward sliding under between Max’s legs, put her hands on Max’s stomach and tossed her up into the air...

Max tried to flex her body as she flew through the sky but it was to late, she hurled over the edge of the building screaming as she plummeted toward the ground thirty stories below...

*

Max turned her aching body, her world hazy, her vision blurred. She rose looking around disorientated...

“Shit,” she muttered looking around in her bedroom, then at Original Cindy standing in her doorway.

“You okay boo?” Cindy asked.

Max slumped back down on her bed and covered her face with her pillow.

“I’ll take that as a no,” Cindy said rolling her eyes, “we gotta jet for work in thirty,” she said heading to the kitchen....

“Fuck,” Max muttered into the pillow. It was the fifth time in as many nights that she had that dream...

Victoria and her damn Adonis clones, they were part of White’s weird-ass cult. And it’d barely been a month ago that they had tried to impregnate her. They succeeded, but thanks to the now deceased former Manticore scientist, Professor Abraham Blunt, and a little help from Sketchy, Max had got rid of the egg in her body...

Max got up and headed to her dresser and pulled out her work clothes then jumped into the shower; shivering as the cold water washed over her. The stupid prick in 243 had stolen the power again and there was no hot water. Who did he think he was Max thought, they stole it first...

*

Max and Cindy rode along side each other on their bicycles navigating the overpopulated streets heading for Jam Pony.

“So? You got any leads on this sex cult?” Cindy asked.

“Nope. I went over to the warehouse the Pleasuredome was in a dozen times and zip. It’s just a derelict old building; White knows how to cover his tracts...”

“Anyway, I don’t wanna talk about that. What happened to the lickty chick from last night,” Max asked smiling as she changed the topic.

“Now that was one fine white pick, boo, and she goes down on a sister like a happy dog.”

“That is nasty,” Max said pulling her face.

“Yeah whatever, but Original Cindy’s telling you, you wanna reach the highest highs in your sexual climax’s you gotta go to a woman. Men are just there to bang you till they can’t no more, and when their done you left open legged and unsatisfied.”

“Better a Bahama momma then a big prick?” Max grinned.

“B’lieve dat,” Cindy snapped laughing.

Ten minutes later they pushed their bikes into work ignoring Normal’s incessant Bip bipping about them being late. Max froze when she looked over and saw Sketchy chatting to Herbal...

“Normal, package, gotta work,” she said, making a 180° turn and grabbing the first package off his work counter...

“Hey, hey, hey!” Normal yelled, “you don’t even know where it-

“7th and Turf,” Max yelled back cycling out the door.

Normal stood there confused. Cindy came up behind him, “Hey where’s Max?”

“How the hell did she read the address off my computer from there,” Normal frowned perplexed squinting at the blurry small letters on his computer across the room...

*

Max took a left on her bike speeding down the road taking glances over her shoulder simultaneously dodging cars and people...

She pulled the brakes, screeching her bike to a halt... “What the hell are you doing Max?” she asked herself.

Max hadn’t told anyone about how Abraham Blunt had told her the only way to get rid of the infected embryo in her womb was to fuck a man and have him cum in her...

Sketchy was the one she ultimately slept with, but before that she had fucked Herbal on her couch. Unfortunately he pulled out of her just before he came...

Problem was, unlike Sketchy who had been drunk and couldn’t remember the encounter; Herbal had been perfectly sober. He hadn’t come to work since then, and Max had wondered how she’d face him when he finally did...

Well this was it; running away at the sight of him, “fuck,” Max muttered.

Max was so preoccupied with her dilemma she didn’t see the five hooded men coming out of the alley....