Eighteen continues to pursue.

Eighteen woke from a beautiful dream in which she had been back with her beloved Twelve. In the dream the guardwomen had made love in their shared bunk cubicle in the prison barracks. No other woman had ever been able to give Eighteen so much pleasure. Her little lover was so skilled with her tongue and fingers she could keep Eighteen at the peak of arousal for what seemed like an eternity. Making the gorgeous blonde orgasm time and time again. Tears welled in Eighteen's big blue eyes as she imagined the waiflike Twelve in the brutal hands of a filthy male. Eighteen crawled out of the hollow tree she had slept in determined to catch the fugitive and be reunited with her love. She swore to herself that when she caught him he would pay with his life for every hurt he had inflicted on his helpless prisoner. The sun had already risen and the amazonian beauty set off at a brisk pace, able to follow the tracks easily in broad daylight.

Some time later Eighteen came upon another of the little streams that snaked through the woods carrying icy clear run off from the nearby mountains. She paused to drink and to bathe herself, stripping quickly to reveal her perfectly formed amazonian physique. Eighteen had the body of a nordic goddess, flowing ash blonde hair framed her flawless face with it's startlingly blue eyes and full sensuous lips. Her breasts were large and firm with pale pink aerolea and long thick nipples. Her belly was flat as a board with muscles clearly defined by long hours of rigourous excercise. Between her powerful thighs, a narrow verticle strip of downy fair hair ended just above her pale pussy lips. Eighteen scrubbed at her body, sluicing the sweat and grime from her tanned skin. She stepped into the stream, washing her long sleek legs and hard toned ass.

Unseen by the naked guardwoman, several pairs of dark eyes watched her fascinated. A hunting party of Tau Ceti two's natives had been lying in ambush near the stream, ready to strike when animals came to drink. Silently the aliens watched as the human female finished her wash and dressed in her skintight white uniform. She had picked up the tracks she was following and moved off into the trees. Once she was out of sight the natives emerged from hiding to discuss what they had seen and to decide what they should do now. The natives skin was an azure blue. Dark hair, a shade between black and purple ran in a ridge down the centre of their heads and carried on along the length of their spines. The aliens eyes were as black as pitch. The hunters wore nothing but loincloths. Leather pouches and sheathed knives hung from the loincloths belt and each hunter carried two or three spears and a long warclub.

The aliens were well aware of the strange human women and avoided their settlements. When the women did venture out from behind their forcefields and watchtowers, they always came in groups with strange weapons that killed from a great distance and huge roaring metal birds that spat fire and could carry the women in their bellies. The natives would flee into the forests and hide when the women approached, observing them from cover. Never had they seen one on her own in the woods and never had they been this close to one. They studied the tracks the woman had followed. Two more humans, one of them surprisingly a male and stalking them a cuckoo raptor. The human female must be insane they thought, no woman would knowingly follow the track of a raptor. Perhaps she had been driven out of the settlements because of her madness.

The hunters decided to turn this strange situation to their advantage. Being all young males they sought to earn standing and honour with their tribe. Killing great beasts and **** women from other tribes were two ways they could earn prestige. If the golden haired woman with the large breasts continued to follow the tracks she would soon encounter the cuckoo raptor. It would surely overpower the woman and couple with her. If they attacked then, the raptor and the woman would both be easy prey. Bringing a beast's body back to the tribe to feast upon and being the first hunters to capture a female human would be feats that would be sung by campfires for generations. Their course of action agreed the young hunters melted into the woods, moving as silent as ghosts as they trailed Eighteen.