Eighteen Wakes Up

Slowly, Eighteen pulled herself off the ground and to her feet. She touched the back of her head and winced the cut wasn't as deep as she feared, but she'd still lost a quite a bit of blood and felt light headed.

She looked around and saw that she was no longer outside the AI Core. Someone had moved her into a small, cell like room with four walls, a bed in one corner, a toiled and sink in the other, remarkably similar to the rooms where male prisoners were kept on Tau Ceti.

As there was no obvious exit to the room she walked around touching the walls, hoping to find a pressure plate to open a hidden doorway. No such luck.

With a sigh she sat down on the bed to collect her thoughts. She remembered the captain going walking though the door to the AI Core but nothing after that. The android must have hit her, but why? And why had she let Twelve out of her sight even for a second. God knew that girl couldn't take care of herself.

She'd watched out for the petite brunette since the two of them had entered boot camp. They started as friends and became more than that a few months into their first assignment as prison guards.

Despite the precariousness of her situation, the nubile blond found her hand wandering between her legs as she remembered her first sexual encounter with Twelve. The smaller girl had been completely inexperienced when they first met and it had been both exhilarating and an honor to be her first.

Eighteen lay down on the mattress and closed her eyes. Remembering how the lithe raven haired girl had nervously suckled and kissed Eighteens more substantial breasts as her own long fingers worked their way into her virgin pussy. She remembered the painful gasp as her long index finger tore Twelves hymen and passionate cries she coaxed her novice to orgasm.

As she remembered how Twelves tight vagina felt wrapped around her Eighteen worked her fingers into her own bald pussy. Despite the precariousness of her current situation, the thought of the young guard's body under her control overrode all thought and with a ragged cry she came against herself, hips thrusting wildly and her juices flowing freely down the tan skin of her well shaped thigh.

As she withdrew her slick fingers from between her legs she closed her eyes and thought.

They'd gotten her in here somehow, which meant there had to be a way out, and she was damned if she'd let herself play the role of damsel in distress.