Reunions

Eighteen felt along each panel of the cell wall carefully, feeling for anything that could indicate a door or some sort of access panel. There had to be a way out.

With frustration building she pounded her fists on the far wall of the cell, demanding her release. How had this happened? Every wrong decision that had taken her to this point flashed through her mind and ever so slowly she sank to her knees in defeat.

She was trapped, naked as the day she was born, hair matted in blood, while her closest friend was likely being **** and tortured by a savage male inmate. Tears streamed down her eyes as she imagined Twelve lying on the ground, the savage Calvo on top of her, ferociously thrusting into diminutive guards tight little pussy with his too large manhood as she wept and cried for Eighteen to save her.

Eighteen would have given anything to take the **** in Twelve's place. Men scared her, but she was tougher than Twelve, made of stronger stuff, and even though she'd never had sex with a man, part of her deep within wondered what it would be like to do more than just tease one.

Twelve was different. She was small and timid, she'd confided in Eighteen that getting **** was one of her biggest fears, and Eighteen had spent every moment since they became guards protecting her from that possibility.

A tear rolled down her face. If Calvo laid so much as one finger on her precious Twelve she would stop at nothing to end that man's life.

Suddenly the wall in front of her ceased to exist, she looked up through teary eyes and saw the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen. Twelve staring down at her, a triumphant smile splitting her pixie like face.

"Found you," Twelve said as she sank to her knees and embraced the stricken Eighteen. When had she gotten so strong?

Eighteen lifted her head and took in the sight of her lover, she looked perfect, her pale oval face framed by your short cropped black hair. She was wearing skin tight clothing that hugged her body like a second skin, accentuating the curve of her small but proportional chest and the flight flare of her hips.

She wanted to get lost in her bright green eyes but before she could open her mouth she saw a movement behind Twelve and she felt her heart leap into her throat. Calvo. She instinctively yanked Twelve behind her and lunged to attack the convict.

Firmly, but with surprising gentleness he caught and redirected her fist and backed away.

"Eighteen, stop!" Twelve demanded sternly, "Calvo has proven himself to be a friend and I'm not going to tolerate you two attacking each other."

Stunned, Eighteen looked back at her oldest friend and saw the steel in her eyes. This was definitely not the girl who she had left only a day before.

"If he's hurt you, if he's so much as touched you I'll kill him," Eighteen promised.

"You'll do nothing of the sort," anything that Calvo has or has not done to me is my own business, "Now tell me, where is the lieutenant?"

"I don't know." Eighteen admitted, "we were trying to gain control of the ship but I was attacked. When I woke up I was in this cell."

Twelve nodded, "We'll discuss this later, for now, we need to get out of this cell."

"I would advise you hurry," a disembodied voice told them, "I have limited access to this area of the ship and I can feel her presence drawing closer. I would advise we return to the crew quarters" The voice paused, "Whatever she has done has lessened her direct control. I believe that I can prevent her from entering that area for the time being."

Twelve nodded and bent down to help Eighteen to her feet but the stress and blood loss was too much and the leggy blond collapsed into a heap. "Calvo, can you help me bring her to the lift?"

Calvo nodded and bent down, cradling Eighteen in his muscular arms. "Let go of me," she pleaded softly, struggling weakly against him.

"Hush now, it'll be alright," She heard Twelve whisper. She tried to protest but that strong, confident voice was all the encouragement she needed and she fell into a deep sleep.

"You must hury" AISS 8's voiced called to them as they sprinted down the main hall of the brig. "She's getting closer." In the distance behind them Calvo heard a door open and the lights started to flicker.

Without looking back Calvo followed Twelve into the lift with the blond guards woman cradled gently in his arms.

He turned as the door to the lift started to close and less than three meters away was the lieutenant. Tall, ebony skinned, and clothed in a distinctive shade of black even darker than her own skin. It clung to every curve of her body and he could see her lithe muscles outlined by the sheer fabric.

What struck him though were her eyes. The last time he had seen her they'd been the darkest brown he'd ever seen. Now, they were lit with an unearthly yellow glow. He knew instantly that this wasn't the lieutenant.

She reached out to them longingly as the door closed. He heard her muted wail follow them up the shaft to the crew quarters.