Reinforcements and revelations

Inez Lopez knelt behind a rock, firing micro-missiles down the narrow passage ahead and trying not to listen to the sound of one of her friends getting ****. She was next to her temporary battle partner, Private Kuge Akane, a slim woman from one of the Japanese colonies, the other trooper firing her rifle down the corridor at any that attackersleaked past the barrage of missiles.

Even over the occasional low explosion of a missile, Inez could hear the screams. They’d started off screams of fear, pain or rage, but now they were universally cries of lust.

“Oh fuck! Oh god! Please! Again! Please!” came one particularly loud scream. Inez reckoned that was private Anne Hugins, Inez had slept with her before and recognised her voice.

It was all the Hispanic sergeant could do not to charge down the corridor to attempt to free her ex-girlfriend. But that attempt had been what had got Anne and her fire team captured in the first place. Her current lover, Kelly Arnold, had already been **** by one of the creatures, though she would apparently soon return to the field.

There attackers this time were fast, four legged creatures whose bodies seemed to be made up of thick masses of tendrils, each of which could act to **** a woman. There seemed a never ending wave of them charging into the Angel’s guns down this and other corridors, headless of loss.

It was only a matter of time before they were overwhelmed or flanked. Inez continued to fire, unless they got support they were doomed.

“Corporal! Message from the Persephone, reinforcements will arrive in five minutes” yelled the private with the long range communicator.

“Alright! We need to hold for Five!” Inez shouted “pick you your rates of fire and push them back” she matched action to word, slamming another cassette of munitions into her gun and firing them down the corridor.

A few minutes later, Joanna’s drop ship landed in a large cavern, partly open to the sky somewhere behind Inez. Her troops quickly moved up to join Inez ****. “What’s the situation corporal”

“Sir, second squad got ambushed up ahead, these things are coming out of the woodwork and we can’t get to them”

Joanna felt a moments longing, wishing she was in second squad, then shook it off “alright, lay down fire and prepare to ****” the angel reinforcement’s stacked up beside each tunnel entrance.

“Go!” Inez’s unit put a last volley of fire down the corridors then Joanna’s troops charged down, their superior numbers and covering fire from above allowing them to gain the bottom, then Inez’s unit moved up, Joanna’s group covering Inez’s as they pushed the creatures back into the chamber beyond.

The last creatures scuttled back, running off or digging themselves into the walls. Joanna and Inez moved forward. Second Squad lay in the mud ahead, legs sprayed and alien seed dripping from between their legs.

“aahh…” Anne stumbled forward towards Inez, “Than-thank you” she collapsed in a dead faint in Inez’s eye. Joanna moved forward herself and looked around

“Hey corporal” she indicated another pair of women laying in the pile of ravished females on the floor. “She isn’t one of ours” the woman wore the torn remains of a stealth suit”

“Its true” said a new voice “She’s one of ours instead” The Angels swung, aiming their weapons at the source of the voice. A woman in a stealth suit shimmered into existence in one of the passage ways, her hands ups were raised, an SMG on a strap bouncing against her breasts.

“Who the hell are you?” Joanna demanded, her rifle pointed.

“My name is Michelle, but you know me better by what I was called in our last meeting”

“Two?” Joanna asked, recognising her voice.

“Correct” the woman gave a mocking bow “I’m glad you remember”

“Who the hell are you? And what are you girls doing down here?” Joanna asked, her gun pointed angrily.

“We represent a certain agency in the Alliance government, one with interest in getting the probe you’re seeking, and keeping it out of the hands of certain corporate interests.”

Joanna frowned “and what proof do we have of this?”

“Oh none save the fact that if we were Corporate Samurai we’d have just tossed a thermobaric in here and fried you all along with Gamma team there” the girl in the torn stealth suit moaned.

“So what do you want?” Joanna asked, still not entirely convinced.

“Well, you and your fine Latino friend in my bed, a million credits and a vacation home on a paradise world and a flashy sports hover” Michelle’s mask showed no expression but she was clearly smiling “in the short term though, your help…”