A short note: All right, we're going to take this chapter to settle down a bit before I really start to get into things with the Invid starting in chap. 13.  Hopefully you enjoy meeting the Duke and delving into this worlds political system, just a little further.

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Continuity note: I mentioned in chapter 11 that York was North West of Salt Lake City.  Well now we all have proof I'm a moron.  I don't even know where my imaginary cities are :)  York is in fact South East of Salt Lake City.  Sorry for the inconsistancy.

	Invid Invasion
	Chapter 12
	"Over the Edge"
	
	"Aria and Andrea walked with Tessa.   They were stepping through the rubble of what was once the Blue's headquarters on their way to meet Tristen out of town.  "Six Goddamn fucking son of a bitch months."
	"What?"
	"I said, six Goddamn fucking son of a..."
	Andrea interrupted.  "I heard you but what are you talking about?"
	"My time with the gang.  Six months.   Six months of finally having a family and now they're fucking wiped out.  It figures."
	"I know how you feel."
	"My ass you do.  I don't even have any friends outside of that gang.  Look at me?  I'm stuck traveling around with you and your fucking brother."
	They were through the rubble now and making their way to the east of town where Tristen was supposed to be waiting for her.  "My parents died when the Invid attacked, my older brother was in space before it happened so he's as good as dead too.  Not to mention all my friends that got killed here today next to yours."
	"Yeah but your friends were pansies."  Andrea was so shocked by the sheer inappropriateness of the statement she didn't know what to say.  She just stopped walking and stared at Aria open mouthed.  Aria stopped walking as well and turned to look at her.  "What?"
	Andrea regained her composure.  "Do you find that actually helps you?"
	"What?"
	"Being so tactless and rude.  Does that actually help you get by in the world?"
	"Fuck yeah.  Haven't you noticed?  No one gives me any shit that way.  What about you? Does being so 'presumptuous' help you get by in the world?"
	It was Andrea's turn to take offense.  "What?  I'm not presumptuous."
	"Hah.  And I'm not tactless and rude.  At least I know what I am."  She started walking again.  "You know what?  I think I'm going to go my own way.  I'll see you around."
	Andrea stayed put.  "You're not going anywhere."
	"Oh yeah?  Why the fuck not."
	"Because you know you still have one friend left.  You need me."
	"Fuck and she says she's not presumptuous."
	Andrea threw up her hands.  "Alright, fine.  I'm an arrogant bitch.  Happy?"
	Aria smiled.  It was a toothy, mischievous grin.  "It's a start."  She started walking again.  "So are we going to go find your brother or are you going to just stand around all day and let the townspeople gawk at you."
Andrea started walking. 

* * * *
	
	Tristen was waiting impatiently by a large tree that sat just barely out of town.  He ran over when he recognized Andrea walking his way.  She was rolling the bike along beside her and was still dressed in the riding armor.  Minus the helmet anyway.  "Hey, Andrea!  You're okay."  He looked at her a little more carefully.  "You are okay aren't you?  I saw a lot of Invid ships flying your way."
	"I'm okay."  She looked to Aria and back to Tristen.  "Tristen, this is Aria.  Aria, my younger brother."
	"Twin brother actually. It's a pleasure to meet you."  He put out a hand but Aria didn't move.
	"Fuck you."
	He withdrew his hand.  "Ooookaaaay."  He looked at Andrea jokingly.  "Where do you meet these people?  I mean, you introduce me to your friend in some kind of crazy spiked armor and..." He didn't have time to finish his sentence as Aria jumped forward, a knife already out and held it to Tristen's throat. Andrea acted immediately and tried to get the armor on her arm in Aria's way but she was too slow.
	"Aria!  What the hell do you think you're doing?"
	"Tell your chimp here that I will not tolerate him making fun of my armor."
	Tristen croaked out a response.  "The chimp won't do it again."  Aria released him and he stood up again and brushed off his coat.  He tried to continue, this time much more careful of his phrasing.  "As I was saying, you introduce me to this 'finely dressed individual' who (I apologize) has somewhat of an intimidating demeanor, and here's good ol' Tris, 'hey nice to meet you.'  I put my health on the line to be polite in front of one of your friends and next thing I know, I've got a knife to my throat.  I mean what gives?"
	"We're just a little uptight right now Tris."
	"Why?  You're still alive.  You guys won right?"
	"Oh there's two survivors so we must have fucking won, right Andrea?"
	Tristen looked concerned.  "You mean you didn't?"
	"You never told me your brother was such a swift thinker."
	"Aria, cut him some slack."  She turned back to Tristen.  "Near as we can figure we're the only two survivors.  Other than Sean who took off before the fighting began."
	Tristen was shocked.  "The coward actually left early?  What about Keri?  Is she alright?"  Andrea didn't respond and he had his answer.  "Aw shit.  I'm sorry Andrea."
	"It's okay.  Where have you been living lately?  Still in Vancouver?"
	"Yeah.  It's been relatively Invid free there for the last couple years.  I think it's cause the flower doesn't grow real well there."
	"Probably."
	"Whoa whoa whoa, what the fuck does the flower have to do with anything?"
	"It's what they eat," Andrea said.
	"How the hell do you know what they eat?"
	"I'll explain it to you later, okay?"
	"Fuck, whatever."
	Andrea turned her attention back to Tristen.  "You should head back to Vancouver.  Stay safe there.  Aria and I can go try and track down Sean."
	"But..." He looked left out.  "Don't you want my help?"
	"Hah," Aria laughed.  "Andrea could take ten of you.  She's right.  You should just stay the hell out of harms way."
	"Well I can learn."  He took an extremely amateur defensive stance and jumped back and forth a couple times as if ready for a fight.  "See?  I've got potential."
	"Tristen.  Not this time."
	He stopped moving.  "You sure about this sis'?"
	"I've been making decisions without you for three years Tristen. I'll be fine."
	"Alright, you're the boss.  But look me up a little sooner than three years from now okay?"
	"Sure."  He gave her a long hug.
	"Euch.  If that doesn't make me want to be sick to my stomach."
	They broke up the hug.  "Do you have a car or something?" Andrea asked.	
	"Yeah, sure.  I can get back alright."
	"Okay good.  You should get going then.  I'll see you around okay?"
	He nodded.  "Love you, sis."
	"Oh for God's sake show mercy," Aria said."
	Andrea smiled, knowing her words would piss Aria off.  "Love you too."  He gave her another hug and headed back into town.
	"Are we done with all the mushy goodbyes now?" 
	"Looks like," Andrea said watching Tristen disappear into the city.  "Any ideas on how to transport two people and a coyote on that?"  She pointed to her cyclone.
	"Sure, piece of cake." 

* * * *
	
	Andrea and Aria were leaving town in a mid-sized jeep.  "I didn't know you knew how to hotwire cars," Andrea said.
	"You never know when it'll come in handy."
	"Well I have a question for you then."
	"Shoot."
	"How do you plan on getting all the way to York, let alone possibly further, on one tank of gas."
	Aria smiled.  "Ye of little faith."
	There was silence for a while, but Andrea realized she couldn't hold back anymore.  "You know you just quoted a play right?"
	"Shut the fuck up."
	"Yes Ma'am," Andrea said sarcastically.
	The two stopped at an old gas station out of town and Aria went over to the pump.  "You don't honestly expect that to work do you?"
	Aria pulled the handle down and put the end of the pump into the jeep.  She pressed a button and it started filling up.  She gave a cocky smile.
	"How the hell?"
	"The best place to hide something is in plain site," Aria said.  "The yellows keep this pump running.  Do you want to watch that?  I'm going to go find some canisters."
	"Uh, sure."
	A few minutes later they were driving down the abandoned highway again with enough gas in the back to take them across country.  Andrea was quietly impressed.
	"So do you even know where York is?"
	"Yeah, sure."  Andrea remembered the little she had learned about it during her 'dreams' of the past few months.  "It's in Texas.  I guess the lands not as radiated down there so they can still grow some crops."
	"Great."
	"I'm going to get some sleep, okay?  I feel really exhausted."
	"Sure, whatever.  Knock yourself out."
Andrea put her seat back and tried to relax.  She found Tessa looking over at her from the back seat, obviously concerned.  Andrea shut her eyes and found herself sleeping almost immediately. 

* * * *
	
	She knew she was dreaming instantly, but as soon as she saw Keri and Heather in front of her she didn't want it to end.  "Hey, look who finally showed up," Keri said to Heather.
	"I figured you'd have made it here by now," Heather went on.
	"It took a while before I found a spot to fall asleep."
	"Oh, you're asleep?  That's perfect.  We should have lots of time then."
	"Lots of time for what?"
	"To say good-bye," Keri said.  "And properly."
	"Good-bye?"
	"We're dead Andrea, what you expect us to do a little dance or something?  I mean, we could if you'd like but I'm sure you can think of something a little more appropriate than that."
	"Sorry, I'm just a little confused.  This dream thing is throwing me off a bit."
	Keri looked to Heather and spoke.  "Would you believe us if we said you weren't dreaming?"
	"If I'm not dreaming, where the hell am I?"
	Heather took over the explanations.  "Well, frankly, you're dead.  Or your mind is anyway.  The only difference is you'll be fine in a few hours.  We'll be staying dead."	
	"This still doesn't make any sense."
	"Okay," Keri took a breath and thought about her explanation.  "I want to actually be talking to you instead of explaining the whole time, so let's just leave it at this.  Your special abilities, your psychic ones, they make you a unique case.  That's what allows you to be here."
	"Oh."  Andrea didn't follow completely but she got the gist of it.  Still, it seemed strange.  "So you two are here to say good-bye?"
	"That's right," Keri said.
	"We figured we'd do it together.  Make it a little more memorable," Heather chipped in.  "There's a sort of psychic residue that your latched onto right now that connects you to us.  Unfortunately it fades within 24 hours or so."
	"So this is the only time I'll get to see you."  Andrea was putting it together.  For some reason it almost seemed harder this way.  Before they were just gone but now she actually had to say good-bye.
	"Yes and no," Keri said.  "There's always the cliché of old memories you'll have.  But yes.  Until you're here as well, we won't be around much."
	"Do you know how long?"
	Heather looked solemn.  "Yeah we know."  Andrea's gaze pressed on for an answer.  "It's probably better that you don't know."
	"Uh huh..." Andrea decided to trust the woman's judgement.  "So what now?"
	Keri smiled.  "Whatever you want."  She approached Andrea seductively.  "I have a few ideas though.  It might help take your mind off things."
	"Ideas?" Andrea was skeptical.
	"Mm hmm."  Keri stopped in front of Andrea and leaned forward to kiss her.  Andrea put her arms on Keri's shoulders to stop her.
	"I don't know if I'm really in the mood, Keri."
	"What makes you think that a kiss means sex?"  Andrea looked at her knowingly.  "Well maybe it does.  You'll like it I promise."  Andrea lessened her grip on the woman's shoulders and Keri leaned forward.  Keri's lips met her own.
	Andrea became enveloped in the kiss.  She parted her lips slightly and felt Keri's tongue run along the outside of them before pushing in gently.  She parted her lips further and pressed her own tongue forward to meet the other woman's.  Her hands fell down to Keri's waist and she could feel Keri's hipbone protruding slightly.
	The kiss lasted long minutes before she eventually pulled away.  She could feel herself getting wet and her nipples grew stiff under her loose tank top.  Without a pause, Keri reached to the bottom of the white garment and pulled it up over Andrea's head.  When she could see again, she was surprised to see Heather standing just to Keri's side, licking her lips hungrily.
	Andrea's breasts stood firm and her hard nipples pointed straight out from her body.  The golden ring attached to her right nipple sparkled.  The muscles in her stomach tensed in anticipation and Heather took a step forward.  "You're not going to leave me out of this are you?" Heather asked with a smile.  The woman didn't wait for a response.  Instead she leant forward and let her own mouth meet Andrea's moist, puffy lips.
	As the kiss deepened and she welcomed a new woman's tongue into her mouth she felt that Keri wasn't planning on waiting around for her next turn.  She felt a wet tongue on her neck and drag down to her collarbone.  From there Keri planted small kisses down her body and up the smooth roundness of her breast until finally reaching her right nipple.
	Simultaneously, as if planned, Heather bit down on Andrea's lower lips as Keri's teeth clenched around the hardened bud in her mouth.  As the light biting and kissing continued Andrea felt her pussy pulse with excitement.  She was as aroused as she had ever been and wished that they would stop teasing her and get down to business.
	She didn't have much luck however as Heather broke the kiss and pulled away slowly.  A trail of saliva connected their lips at the beginning before breaking off and sticking to Heather's chin.  It looked sexy, Andrea thought as Heather smiled and began kissing her way down to Andrea's left breast.  She arched her back in an attempt to push her chest out for the two women providing lip service but the move was unnecessary.  Heather found her left nipple and the two pushed forward with their mouths as if trying to dig into the soft mounds of flesh.
	Andrea moaned and her nipples became uncomfortably hard.  She suddenly wished she had no pants so they could keep moving downwards.  Thinking about that for a minute she suddenly wished they had no clothing either for both were still fully dressed.  The sheer white material they were wearing was still fairly clear however.  The color of their nipples could be seen through the cloth and if either of them had much pubic hair, Andrea figured she would probably be able to see that clearly as well.
	Her earlier wish was granted as she felt four thumbs hook under her pants waist and pull them to the ground without so much as undoing the button or zipper.  She stepped out of them and tried to keep her balance as the two women continued the assault on her breasts.  She felt Heather and Keri's right and left hand respectively reach around to her ass and squeeze the flesh as the continued to push into her chest.  Heather's left hand then found the trimmed trail of pubic hair and slid downwards towards her wet pussy.  Keri's free hand soon followed and next thing Andrea knew there were fingers from both of them probing in and out of her soaking hole.
	Heather kissed back upward from Andrea's breast and moved up to her collarbone.  She continued kissing around her neck until she stood behind the incredibly horny, naked woman.  "You think she's ready for more?" Heather asked.
	"Definitely," Keri said, pulling her own mouth away from Andrea's breast.  She kissed towards the center of Andrea's body and slowly worked her way down between her breasts.  Sometimes dragging her tongue, sometimes kissing or biting.  Heather did the same thing along Andrea's spine.  Andrea could feel goose bumps forming along her arms, that quickly spread through her torso and down her body.
	She sucked her stomach in reflexively when Keri reached her belly button, thus displaying her well-toned abs.  Heather was at the small of her back and she felt four hands on her hips and waist, groping, feeling and caressing.
	She felt her breath grow sharper as they kept moving downwards.  Heather found the crack of her ass while Keri pressed her lips into her auburn landing strip of pubic hair.  Andrea breathed heavily.  Her breasts rose as her powerful stomach pushed out slightly to make room for the deep breaths of air.   Then her breasts slowly relaxed again and her stomach sucked in to reveal her trim figure yet again.
	Keri's hands found Andrea's ass yet again and pulled the cheeks apart to make access easier for Heather.  Meanwhile, Heather's hands reached around to Andrea's front and grasped her firm, but average sized breasts.  Heather squeezed them tightly and could feel the hard nipples press into her palms.  Andrea's breasts were just the right size for her to get a good handful.  Her fingers met in Andrea's cleavage as she continued to massage them.
	Keri pulled away from Andrea's pubic hair.  "You think she wants us to keep going?"
	"Oh, God, please," Andrea moaned breathily.
	"I don't know, it's hard to tell," Heather said.  "Guess we could, and see what happens. 
	"Just hurry up," Andrea hissed.  Her legs felt shaky and she was having trouble standing.
	Finally, Keri leaned forward and pressed her lips into Andrea's clit.  Her chin pressed into the bottom of her pussy and soaked it instantly.  Keri dug in-between Andrea's labia and tongued at the sensitive nub.  She massaged Andrea's buttocks and continued to pull them apart for Heather who also took her cue.
	Heather's tongue touched first, gently, like a feather against Andrea's anus.  Then, after a quick flick, she pressed forward, inserting the tip and then bulk of her tongue into Andrea's ass.  Her lips came down on the puckered bud around it and she pressed forward the best she was able.  Andrea's gasp gave away how much she enjoyed the feeling.  Heather was still grasping Andrea's breasts with the same intensity of her rim job and managed to draw another moan out Andrea.
	"This is amazing," she breathed out.  "Please, don't stop."  Her hands moved down to Keri's head franticly and she pushed the kneeling woman further into her pussy.
	She could feel the slick tongue inside her nether hole and Keri soon moved her mouth down to penetrate into her vagina.  The two slick organs inside her body, sent her to new waves of pleasure.  She couldn't hold back anymore and even though neither woman was capable of penetrating very deep, it proved more than enough.  
	Andrea came, and instinctually clenched the muscles in her ass and pussy.  The effect locked Heather's tongue inside her dryer ass and immediately expelled Keri's from her slick pussy.
	Her breasts throbbed and the sensation continued down in her nether regions.  Her pussy was expelling cum as fast as it was able and it quickly covered Keri's face.  As her orgasm continued she lost the ability to hold her footing and her knees collapsed from under her.  Keri and Heather were ready to catch her however and she didn't fall far.  She was seeing stars and disoriented, but when she finally got her eyesight back she found Keri's soaked face smiling at her.  Both of them were kneeling on the ground and looking at each other from only a few inches away. "How 'bout a kiss?" Keri said.
	Not thinking about where Keri's mouth had just been, she leaned forward and French kissed her with passion.  She worked up all her remains of energy to push forward and force Keri down to the ground on her back.  Andrea lay down on top of the other woman and pressed into her hard.  The fabric covering Keri's breasts was wet with cum and it felt cold against Andrea's skin.  She tasted herself on Keri's lips but tried her best to ignore it and just enjoy the physical sensations that her still pulsing pussy was more than happy to provide.
	Keri rolled the two of them over so she was on top and Andrea on her back.  She lifted herself up on her elbows and looked down at Andrea.  A drop of cum fell off her chin and landed on Andrea's already glossy lips.  "Where's Heather?"  Andrea noticed the other woman had disappeared and looked around.  
	"Right behind me," Keri said.  "I think she wants a crack at your front side.
	"Mmm, by all means," Andrea moaned.  She pushed up to kiss Keri once more and then the other woman got off.  Once Keri was out of the way she could clearly see Heather, now naked and on hands and knees, crawling towards Andrea's casually spread legs.  Her breasts hung down towards the ground and swayed with each motion she made.  She smiled deviously and reached out to grab Andrea's ankles.
	Briskly, she moved Andrea's ankles further apart, to give her a little more room between the other woman's legs and then slid her hands up Andrea's long smooth calves and up her thighs.  The action put her in more of a kneeling position and Heather's upright position allowed Andrea to see that Heather had no pubic hair minus a tiny clump just above her pussy.  Her breasts were as firm as Andrea's and hung high on her chest.  The nipples pointed upwards slightly and betrayed just how aroused Heather was.
	Andrea allowed her gaze to slip downwards along her smooth stomach and back to her pubic hair which she now noticed was dripping wet.  Obviously Heather was as aroused as she was.
	She moved to lay directly on top of Andrea so their breasts pressed into each other tightly and she humped her hips into Andrea's spread legs.  Each hump forward clenched her ass and rubbed her pubic hair along Andrea's pussy, causing the woman on the bottom to shudder violently as her sensitive clit was tickled lightly.  As Heather withdrew her hips for each thrust her butt cheeks spread apart again and revealed her pink anus and the lips of her labia to Keri, who was watching on from a few feet away.  Keri decided she would let these two go at it for a while.
	Andrea shuddered each time Heather's casual thrusts caused her pubic hair to touch Andrea's clit.  She could smell the arousal off of all three women and lifted her shoulders up to kiss Heather directly on the mouth.  Again, she forgot where the other woman's mouth had been and tasted the vague remnants of her own ass on Heather's tongue.  She didn't let it stop her.  She was getting too aroused for round two to let anything ruin it now.
	Despite wanting to shove Heather to the ground and hump her relentlessly, Andrea was still feeling drained from her last orgasm.  Her lack of energy left Heather in control.  A fact that was quickly growing on Andrea.
	Andrea let her shoulders fall back to the ground as Heather intensified the kiss.  Her head pressed into the white floor and her body straightened out under Heather's weight as Heather pressed down on her with more intensity.
	She felt Heather's warm hands on her body.  They started at her waist, caressing and feeling and slowly moved their way upward.  Andrea squirmed beneath Heather as her partners confident hands stopped again beside her breasts.  
	Heather lifted her chest and head up to reveal Andrea's breasts and rib cage.  The move only pushed their crotches together further.  Andrea's two soft, perfectly round breasts rested comfortably, high on her torso.  Heather's hands began to move again and reached for the two globes on Andrea's chest.  They quickly found their target and Andrea moaned.  Heather pinched the hard brown nipples between her finger and thumb in-between enthusiastic gropes of the whole area.  Andrea continued to squirm.  Her lithe body contorted beneath Heather as the assault on two of her most sensitive areas continued.
	Heather began humping once more, still in a sitting position.  Her main focus though, was on Andrea's beautiful breasts.  She rubbed and caressed intensely, watching as they molded around her hands and pushed together or apart with her guidance.  Andrea moaned and her eyes rolled up.  Then, suddenly, Heather stopped.
	"Wha?"  Was all Andrea could get out through her haze.  Heather was shifting positions and Andrea soon found herself staring at the woman's crotch as it slowly moved downwards over her face.  She was more than happy to oblige Heathers obvious request and lifted her head to meet Heather's pussy with open mouth.  Heather shuddered as Andrea's warm lips and tongue met her labia.
	Andrea's tongue snaked its way further inside her lover.  She lifted her arms, thus raising her breasts on her torso and wrapped her limbs around Heather's waist, pulling her in closer.  Heather moaned again and bent at the waist to press up against Andrea once more.  She rested her head on Andrea's muff, the two now in a 69 position.  Andrea's tiny hairs ticked her cheek as Heather breathed in and out heavily.  Andrea may have been exhausted but she was still giving great head.
	As Heather continued to enjoy the sensations in her nether regions she found herself instinctively grinding her breasts into Andrea's stomach.  Meanwhile, Andrea's hands explored, reaching out for Heather's ass.  She massaged the other woman's buttocks and slowly, purposefully, lowered a finger down to penetrate into Heather's ass.
	"Ohhhhhh," the moan practically went straight into Andrea's clit.  Heather's hips gyrated into Andrea's mouth and she continued to mash her breasts into the other woman's stomach.  She was about to orgasm but held it off for a while longer as she remembered she was here to give pleasure as much as receive it.
	Heather lifted her head and looked down at Andrea's attractive pussy.  Even upside down it was a thing to behold.  Her legs were splayed slightly and beads of moisture dripped down from inside.  Without hesitation, she spiraled her arms each around one of Andrea's legs and spread them apart further.  Andrea, knowing what to expect lifted up her hips just as Heather dug in.
	Andrea's finger continued to slowly move in and out of Heather's ass, caressing the other woman's inner walls as she did so.  Still trying to prevent orgasm, Heather rolled the two of them over, so Andrea was on top.  She reached up with her hands now and began to massage Andrea's buttocks.  It was all Keri could take.
	Keri, naked and more than a little horny walked confidently over to Andrea and laid down on Andrea's back.  Her pussy rubbed against Andrea's hair.  Her breasts against Andrea's lower back and her mouth, her tongue, came lightly into contact with Andrea's anus.  The first contact made Andrea moan and her tiny rosebud tightened instinctually.  Heather took the unspoken hint and used the strategic placement of her hands to spread Andrea's cheeks apart.  And then, looking into Heather's eyes, Keri continued her assault where she left off. 
	It went on for a few more minutes, while the two women on the bottom built closer and closer to orgasm.  Heather came first.  She moaned in pleasure as Andrea inserted a second finger into her ass and the vibrations immediately set off her partner.  The two women below Keri moaned and shook together in bliss as Keri watched.  Their sweaty bodies rubbed and slipped together until finally, drained of all energy, they stilled.
	"Well that looked fun and all but don't I get a turn?" Keri half joked.
	Andrea was still out of breath.  Her cheek rested against Heather's smooth crotch as she regained her breath.  "Just...  Give me five minutes."
Keri laughed. 

* * * *
	
	"Andrea.  Yo, Andrea, wake up."  It was Aria's voice that slowly brought her out of her sleep.  She opened her eyes and hazily looked over.  "For God's sake, it's about fucking time.  You've been humping the air for like an hour now."
	"What?"  Andrea was still waking up and it didn't quite make sense.
	"Just don't look down."
	As she always did when someone said that, Andrea looked down.  There was a large wet patch around her pussy down her thighs and the jeep smelled like sex.  She blushed.  "Oh shit."
	"You're damn right oh, shit.  If I realized you would be having kinky wet dreams the whole time I would have made you stay in the back.  It better have been one god-damn excellent orgy."
	"How long?"
	"You mean how long were you fucking Joe Schmoe?  Musta been at least an hour."
	"Oh.  So for all that time..."
	"Yup.  Wouldn't wake up either and believe me I tried."
	"Sorry."  It was all she could think to say.
	"Whatever.  Like it matters to me.  Just open a window will you?"
	"Yeah... sure."
	"Wait, you see that?"  Aria pointed in front of them off towards the horizon.  It looked like a huge wall in the distance.
	"Yeah, do you think that's it?"
"Must be.  Hold on, I'll stop here and we'll walk the rest of the way." 

* * * *
	
	Andrea was lying in-between Keri and Heather.  They both had a head on a shoulder and an arm around her midsection.  They were all still naked.  "Why are you here?"  It was Andrea speaking and she was talking to Heather.
	"What do you mean?"
	"I mean you don't even know me.  I don't really know you.  All I know is some persona my mind invented."
	"Some persona your mind invented that you declared you loved, am I right?"
	"Yeah, but still..."
	"Just because something is true in your mind, does that make it less true elsewhere?"  Heather looked in Andrea's eyes.  "This me is real Andrea.  Even if only to you."
	There was a pause and Keri spoke.  "You're going to have to get going now.  Aria's waking you up."
	"Fuck Aria, I'm happy here."
	"Sorry babe, we gotta go too," Heather said.  "But I look forward to seeing you some years down the road."
"Bye Andrea, you meant an awful lot to me." 

* * * *
	
	"Where were you?"  Aria asked the question.  Her and Andrea were walking towards the wall.  Andrea realized she'd been in thought for some time.
	"I was thinking about my dream."
	"No time for dreams, Andrea.  There's only nightmares around here.  Come on, we're almost there."  The wall was only a few dozen meters away now.  It stood about 20 feet tall with a walking platform on top for guards.  Although none patrolled this particular area of the wall, they could be seen in the distance, manning specific posts at even intervals.  There were trees along the outside of the wall, but not on the town side.  One could only assume that they were more concerned about keeping people in, then out.
	"So what now?"
	"Now, we hop the wall, and find this coward friend of yours."  Without waiting for confirmation, Aria began climbing a tree, near to the barrier.  Seeing no choice but to follow, Andrea climbed up behind her.  A carefully timed jump, and a few minutes later saw Andrea and Aria in the town of York, watching the townspeople stare at the rather unusual entrance.  "We'll split up.  Try and track him down.  If you find him, my radio frequency is... uh..." She looked down to her radio.  "12.4"
	Aria starting walking, leaving Andrea stunned that for once she had nothing to do with planning hew own next move.  "But..." She realized she had nothing to say.  It was a good plan.  "Shit," she said to herself and began walking.
	She decided it best to put some distance between her and the town's wall, so she walked towards a large castle she could see in the center of the city.  York was often rumored to be one of the most progressive human cities, with a high population yet vibrant industry and high employment rate.  Seeing it first hand however, gave Andrea a very different opinion.
	With the exception of the many buildings that seemed to have somehow survived the Invid attack, the town looked no different than any other she'd been in.  Gangs roamed the streets, homeless set up in tents and alleyways, it was dirty and an air of hopelessness overpowered the people's spirits.
	She wasn't walking long before she noticed a group of three men cross the street and move up behind her.  She stopped and waited for them to either catch up or pass her by, thinking it probably best to confront them directly.  As they got closer it became apparent that they were indeed interested in her.  They wore crude uniforms, which meant they were either with a gang or with some kind of police force.  Andrea suspected the later, despite their rather hostile poise.
	"Name please?"  The head one asked.  He was tall, but relatively slender with a deep voice.  He had a 5 o'clock shadow and intelligent, devious eyes.
	"Andrea Robertson."
	"Alright, Miss Andrea.  Can I see your ID papers please?"
	Andrea cursed to herself.  Figures a town with a wall around it had private ID papers.  She tried to bluff her way out.  "I left them at home."
	"Ah, the old 'at home' excuse," the rather burly man to her right added.
	"No need to be sarcastic Tom," the head one said.  "It's a common excuse for a reason.  Everybody forgets now and then isn't that right Miss Andrea?"
	"Yeah, that's right."
	"Well, in that case, assuming you can remember where you live, how about you give us the address and we'll go back there with you and get them."
	"I uh..." She knew there was no way she could get out of it.  The three would find her out sooner or later.
	"You don't live here do you Miss Andrea?"
	"No."  Her eyes shifted from man to man in an attempt to gauge their reactions.  They all remained surprisingly neutral.
	"Tell you what," He looked down her body and back up again.  "You come with us to the castle, we'll register you as a town visitor and hold you until we can confirm your identity with someone else."
	"What if no one can confirm who I am?"
	"That would be terribly..." he rolled the words around on his tongue.  "Unfortunate."
	Andrea looked into their eyes again, from one person to the next.  Their intent had become obvious; she was coming with them.  Flashbacks of warning from the pilot she had flown north with came to mind.  'If the Duke sees a beautiful young female stranger, you man never leave the town alive.'
	She readied herself in a defensive posture.  "You don't want to do that girl.  It's a lot easier just to come with us."
	"I'm not going anywhere."
	"No one here wants to hurt you."
	"Hah.  Then why are there three of you here?  Why the wall around town?"
	He head looked to Tom.  He nodded and Tom charged with a right hook.  Andrea easily ducked the blow and planted a fist hard into Tom's stomach.  He let out a gasp as the air left him and Andrea took advantage of the situation but put him into an arm hold.  Now, with his arm behind his back, Tom separated Andrea from the other two men.
	"Don't do this guys, just let it go."  Andrea hoped they would listen to her but knew better.  As the two other men charged she let go of Tom and gave him a kick in the back, thus sending him sprawling into the leader and both of them tumbled to the ground.  That only left the one to her left.  He was shaved nearly bald and obviously had a little more skill than the other two.  He sent his left arm into her midsection and again, Andrea easily stepped aside, but the left jab was just a decoy.  His right fist came straight for her face with astounding speed.  Andrea attempted to duck but she was off balance and only avoided part of the blow.  It glanced off her jaw and sent her sprawling to the ground.
	Andrea rolled with the fall and was on her feet much faster than he expected.  She charged at him, knocking him back into his two companions that had just regained their footing and the three men tumbled to the road.  Andrea knew an opportunity when she saw one.  She quickly bolted around a corner and took off at a full run down the street.
	Just ahead of her around the corner were another three of what she now assumed were the Duke's men.  Knowing they didn't realize anything was wrong yet she took a chance and rushed past them.  A few moments later the three that followed her rounded the same corner.  "Stop her!"
	The new men snapped to attention but she was already through.  They started pursuit with the others.  Andrea knew she wasn't the fastest of runners.  They would catch her.  With her blood pounding in her ears she tried to survey the street and come up with options.  There was a large bay door up ahead that led into a building and she decided to take it.
	Upon getting inside, Andrea immediately recognized it as an old parking garage.  Except it was nearly abandoned and thus offered nowhere to hide.  She ran straight ahead to the railing that separated the two levels and jumped down about five feet to the next level.
	By this time the Duke's men had nearly caught up to her and she ran further down into the heart of the garage.  She knew she was trapped and desperately looked for a way out.  Then, she saw it.  A door for the garage's patrons to use to get up to the surface.  She charged at it knowing it was probably locked.
	The door shuddered and she heard the sound of cracking wood as her shoulder collided with the warn wooden door.  It gave way and opened into a narrow staircase but her charge sent her off balance and she fell to the ground on the staircases small landing.  Afraid to look behind her she got up on hands and knees to stand but just as she did so, she felt a hand grasp the back of her shirt and use it to pull her backwards, out of the staircase and into the garage.
	The man that pulled her back was one of the new ones to pick up the chase and he yanked with enough force it brought her back to the ground again in the parking lot.  Andrea didn't see who it was who first approached her but she knew he would be more careful in the future as she let loose a strong kick straight to his groin.  "Ahh!" He doubled over and fell to his side.  "Oh, shit that hurts."
	The remaining five formed a circle around Andrea as she stood back up again.  The concrete beneath her was still used often enough to leave behind some oil and grease that added itself to the dirt already on her shirt from Salt Lake.
	"Hands behind your back," the head man spoke.
	"Not very likely," Andrea said.
	"Fine."  He spat out the word, obviously not happy to have to resort to fisticuffs.  He threw a punch.  Again Andrea deflected it and counteracted it with one of her own.  It was a lucky hit that caught the leader right on the jaw and knocked him out before he even hit the ground.  But the rest of the Duke's guard didn't simply stand around.  They were all on her at once, quickly pinning her arms behind her back.  One of them withdrew a set of handcuffs and before she could get herself free, her hands were locked behind her.
	Andrea was panting, exhausted from her struggle.  "Are you going to calm down now?"  One of the Duke's men asked.
	"Why the hell should I calm down?"
	One of the duke's men sighed and went over to help the leader get back to his feet.  He was slowly regaining consciousness.  "Oh, shit.  Ow."  He looked to Andrea.  "You're stronger than you look."  Andrea didn't respond and he turned to the one helping him.  He whispered something quietly and reached into his pocket.  Andrea could barely see what was in his hand but it looked like a simple envelope.  "Open her mouth."
	The guard still standing behind her did as instructed, grabbing Andrea by the jaw and forcing her mouth open.  The head guard walked over and tipped the envelope on its side.  A white powdered substance poured out and he quickly closed her mouth and waited for her to swallow.  Andrea resisted.  "You may as well swallow.  It's going to take effect whether it's in your stomach or on your tongue."
	Andrea glared and did as instructed.  He removed his hand from her mouth.  "What was that?" She asked.
	"A way for us to get a little payback after that chase you put on.  We were going to just take you to the castle but with the fight you've put up we decided a little more was in order."
	"What was in the envelope?" She asked again.
	"A drug.  Well, sort of.  It's a processed form of the protoculture flower.  It doesn't have any of the addictive traits in it, but it has many of the others.  Like the aphrodisiac for instance."
	The head guard dropped the paper envelope and reached to a knife on his belt.  "Hold still."  He moved the blade carefully to the neckline of Andrea's shirt and made an incision on the fabric.  "Normally I wouldn't have to do this but we cuffed you a little early it looks like."
	He put the knife away and grabbed Andrea's shirt by each shoulder strap.  Then with a loud rip, he pulled his hands down, separating the shirt along the middle.   He then pulled what was left of the shirt down her arms and let it hang off her by the wrists.  Her breasts came into full view.  Her nipples pointed up slightly into the air showing signs of arousal thanks in no small part to the flower.  Her nipple ring glistened in the reflected light the garage let in.  All down her chest and stomach, her skin formed goose bumps, despite the warm air outside.
	Andrea's legs began to get weak.  The head guard grabbed her pants by the waist and pulled them down to her ankles, revealing her trim bush.  He quickly undid her boots and took off the rest of her garments, leaving Andrea completely naked.  He tossed the clothes away and looked back to her naked body, marveling at its contortions.  "Alright, so who first?" He asked.
	"I'll go," the man holding her from behind said.  "Lay down."  He let go of her.
	By this time, Andrea was more than happy to oblige.  The drug had already begun to take hold and she was getting horny.  She lowered herself straight to the ground and put down on her stomach.  She could feel the rough pavement on her hips and breasts.  She wanted to feel something inside her.  "Come on, what's taking so long."
	"Damn, that flower works fast, hey buddy?"
	"Sure does," the leader said.
	"Alright, bitch, turn over."  Andrea did as she was told.  The pavement she was on was still covered with dirt and stained with oil and it showed on her torso when she moved to her back.  She had grease stains on her chest and stomach.  A good-sized mark was on her right cheek.  Dirt also collected in the same areas.
	The man who elected to go first dropped his pants, admiring Andrea's body as he did so.  She quickly sat up and grabbed his cock.  With a gentle tug she pulled his slowly hardening member closer towards her mouth and inserted it inside.  Since the man's dick was mostly soft it wasn't hard to take it all in her mouth.  She ran her tongue around it softly, trying to incur a reaction and reaction she got.  He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head all in to his crotch.  
	Her nose was in his pubic hair and as his dick began to grow it slowly snaked its way passed her tonsils and down her throat.  She began to have trouble breathing as it reached its stiffest.  She pulled back to take a breath and at the same time reached around behind him to grab his ass.  Then avoiding the use of her hands she pushed back towards his abdomen.  His large cock went back down her throat as she took him all back in again.  She held the position for a short time, his pubic hair tickled her nose and she withdrew once more.
	His cock was literally dripping saliva onto her thigh and she got an idea.  Still holding onto his ass she brought him down to his knees and laid back.  She moved him up on her body so he was straddling her rib cage and she let go of his ass.  Smiling, she pushed her breasts together.  They were slippery from the dark colored oil but she held them together firmly.  "Come on, what are you waiting for?" She cooed.
	He didn't hesitate another moment.  He pressed the head of his cock up to her breasts and pressed it between them.  Her saliva did a good job of lubricating things and he shoved forward until the head of it poked out the other side near her face.  He was quite large so she bent her neck forward and licked the tip of it with her tongue.  He started to pump back and forth as Andrea held her breasts together.  
	Andrea couldn't see passed him but she felt someone grab her hips and pull them up slightly.  The movement jerked the rest of her body and the man over her tits lost his rhythm.  His cock smacked against the side of her right breast leaving a small wet mark before he got himself organized again and entered between them once more.  Meanwhile, the man holding her hips slowly entered into her pussy.  "Umph" she mumbled.
	Whoever was in her pussy began moving back and forth.  The motion caused her back to rub against the pavement and the sensation was starting to get painful.  She certainly didn't want to rip her back up on the cement.  "Someone go underneath me.  The pavement hurts."
	"With pleasure," the man currently dealing with her tits said.  He got off of her and helped her into a sitting position.  The one in her pussy stopped for a moment so she could lift her hips into the air and allow the volunteer to slip underneath her.  She felt a second set of hands on her hips and she was being pulled down.
	Immediately she felt the man's stiff member at her back entrance.  He continued to pull her down however and the head had soon poked inside her.  It was a tough fit with the fairly large man staying in her pussy and then this second trying to enter her second hole.  "Unnnngh."  She felt extremely full and was soon impaled on both of them.  
	The man in her ass lent back until his back hit the ground and wrapped his arms under her armpits and around her shoulders to bring her with him.  She still had full arm movement but wouldn't be able to get up if her life depended on it.  She was trapped.  The man in her pussy however stayed in an awkward sitting position so the others could still have use of the rest of her body if they were so inclined.  Andrea hoped that they were.
	She was proven right as the man who had gotten canned moved over towards her, naked from the waist down.  He straddled her neck and moved is still soft cock to her mouth.  "Kiss and make up," he said.
	Andrea took him into her mouth, easily fitting his flaccid member inside.  All three of her holes were full, and whether it was because of the flower essence or not, she loved it.
	The man in her pussy grasped her thighs and spread her legs further.  The move made the guy in her ass tighter and pussy looser.  She didn't care.  She was just enjoying the sensations.
	She began to wonder if the man she had canned was seriously damaged however as he didn't get any harder in her mouth.  She was still being held around the shoulders tightly against the man beneath her but she reached up with an arm and pulled the man's cock out of her mouth.  Then, gently she pulled back the foreskin revealing the smooth skin beneath it.  She darted out with her tongue and submerged his dick in her mouth once more.  She felt it twitch but still not grow hard.
	Then, before she could apply more ministrations with her hands, she felt a hand around her right wrist.  It moved her arm into the air and wrapped her hand around someone's stiff member.  She smiled through the blowjob and ran her hand along the new person's dick.  Her second hand soon met a similar fate with yet another cock.  And she realized she was pleasing five men at once.
	She was curious where the sixth man had gone as she started to jerk off the two standing men in tandem.  She found it increasingly hard to coordinate her actions.  It was surprisingly difficult to jack off both men and not bite a third.  The amount of concentration she had to spend on the matter helped her to hold off her orgasm as the five men continued to be pleasured by her.
	Suddenly, to her great disappointment, she felt the one inside her pussy pull out.  Her legs casually moved closed and she felt someone straddle her stomach.  Warm hands pressed into the flesh of her breasts and she suddenly had an idea what he was up to.  He shoved them together as his comrade had done and pushed his cock in-between.  Andrea moaned, turned on by the idea.
	Finally, the sixth man made his appearance.  He came in to take the position at her pussy where the previous one had been.  She breathed a sigh of relief into the limp cock in her mouth and wrapped her legs around the most recent addition to the orgy.
	Andrea began to sweat.  She was getting extremely hot with so much body heat around her.  Her back was still pressed tightly into the other mans chest, and it didn't help the matter.  Her skin shone in some places because of the oil smears and in others because of the sweat.  The dirt on her body refused to reflect light and thus attractively contrasted with the gloss of the rest of it.
	She let out a moan as the two men in her nether regions shoved in as one.  The man in her mouth was still not hard but was twitching a little more frequently.  Meanwhile, the man between her breasts pulled on her nipples, causing them to stiffen impossibly hard.  She moaned again and it took all her strength to continue jacking off the man in each hand.
	Finally, the man underneath her shoved hard into her ass and held his cock there tightly.  She felt nothing at first, but then it let out a large twitch and a stream of hot liquid shot deep into her bowels.  It triggered an instinctual reaction in her body and she clenched her ass tight as she felt the first stream hit.  The second one quickly followed, then the third.  She moaned through the cock in her mouth and tried to tighten her legs around the man in her pussy.
	Her last reaction was more then enough to set off the newest arrival.  The first stream unloaded into her pussy but then he pulled out and let the second land across her abdomen and pubic hair.  The rest of his orgasm, tapered off over her trimmed muff and successfully matted down the entirety of it.  Little wet brown hairs poked out between globs of the thick wet cum.
	Three more men quickly followed.  First, the one between her breasts pulled back and sprayed his load into her cleavage and across her dirty tits.  His final shot hit her nipple ring and matted it down with cum.  The next one chose her face to unload on, covering her forehead, nose and eyes with the sticky substance.  Some of it even hit his comrade's dick as he was receiving his blowjob.  Andrea could taste it enter her mouth and the vision in her left eye was blurred from the liquid.
	The third added his own collection to her breasts and stomach.  Andrea bucked her hips as the strands hit, accidentally pulling the man beneath her out of her ass while she did so.
	Finally, the man in her mouth twitched yet again and began to grow.  Certainly not to full size, but probably enough that he could cum.  Andrea hoped so anyway as she continued to milk his cock.
	She was dragging her teeth along the outer skin of it when she felt something push against her pussy once more.  She opened her legs to allow entrance.  She recognized the feel as being the man that was just in her.  He was fast to get his second wind but obviously had it.  His old cum oozed out of her pussy around his cock as he shoved in and out with amazing force.
	Andrea couldn't help but let out an "Ooph" each time he slammed into her.  The man in her mouth grew a little bit more and moaned.
	"I'm gonna cum," he moaned out and his dick twitched a final time.  Andrea immediately tasted it inside her mouth and swallowed after the second spurt.  He continued to cum for some time.  Eventually, it ended and he pulled his dick out.  A small drop of his semen stuck to her lip but she had swallowed the rest of it.  She could feel it sticking to the inside of her throat and she instantly wished she had more to wash it down.
	"Unph," she moaned as the man in her pussy pushed in again, this time harder then normal.  She figured he was probably nearing his end too.
	As she expected, she soon felt the warm blast of semen inside her vagina.  He had almost as much as his first load, but this time emptied all of it inside her.  She moaned a final time and he got off.  She hadn't cum, she realized but nonetheless felt content.
	She slowly stood and she felt the semen inside of her shift and begin its slow journey, back outside her body.  She could feel it dripping down her right thigh, forming two lines.  One from her pussy and other from her ass.  The cum formed 'clean' lines as it dripped down her body and washed away the oil and dirt.
	The remaining guards got dressed and spoke briefly amongst themselves.  One of them brought over her clothes but she was still under the effects of the flower and showed no interest.  "Dump em.  I don't need those anymore."  He looked to his commanding officer.
	"You heard the lady.  We'll take her through the back streets.  Clean her up once we get to the castle."
	"What do we do if the duke sees her like this?"
	"Relax, we'll just say we found her this way.  Who's he going to believe?"  He cuffed Andrea's hands behind her back and grabbed her by the arm to lead her out of the garage. 

* * * *
	
	It was a surprisingly long walk to the castle in the middle of town.  Andrea suspected the back alleys were slowing things down more than a little bit.
	Surprisingly, the walk proved quite advantageous as it gave her an opportunity to clear her head from the effects of the drug.  By the time the group of them had reached a side door to the Duke's castle, she felt completely normal.  At least as normal as she could feel, naked and dripping cum from various parts of her body.  The drips themselves had long stopped but if anything her pubic hair had been the recipient of even more of the gooey white stuff as it had all drizzled down her breasts and stomach.  Her body was still blotched oily black in places the man's seed hadn't touched.
	"You know," one of the men said as he held the side door open for the others.  "The only thing sexier then a woman covered in cum, is a woman covered in dirt AND cum."
	"Hah, you're damn right about that," the one escorting her by the arm said.  Andrea was shoved gently through the door and found the people around her had all stopped.  The door opened up to a large extravagantly decorated hall and at its end stood a slightly heavy looking man, at least 6' tall.  He was dressed in a royal purple embroidered with gold seals.  Behind him stood two well-armed men, who seemed to be guards.
	"Imagine my surprise," he said walking towards them, "when I learned that six members of the military were raping a young helpless woman on the outskirts of town."
	The fear was obvious among the men the held Andrea.  Andrea on the other hand felt more than a little relieved.  Maybe this guy wasn't so bad after all.  The head guard spoke.  "I'm sorry sire.  But I promise it's not at all what it looks like."
	The Duke turned to Andrea.  "Is it what it looks like?" Andrea looked around to the six guards currently surrounding her.  She was a little nervous as to how to answer.  The Duke saw her expression.  "Release her."  Although they left the cuffs on, they quickly let go of her and stepped away.  "So, I ask again.  Is it what it looks like?"
	Andrea nodded, not planning on reserving any sympathy for the men.  One of them spoke up again.  "She's lying.  She's delirious, she doesn't know what she's talking about."
	The Duke turned to one of his personal guards.  "Take them out of here.  I'll deal with them later."  The guard nodded and walked towards them. He escorted them out of the hallway and Andrea quickly found herself standing alone in her end of the hall.  Just when Andrea thought she was out of hot water, the Duke turned to the other guard.  "Take her to the hall.  Tie her up."
	Andrea's eyes went wide.  She was soon escorted down the hall and into a large open chamber.  It had a large red throne in the middle that faced a lone brick wall.  On the wall itself, Andrea saw manacles and bars that could easily be used to chain a person up and sure enough, that's where the guard took her.  He undid her handcuffs just long enough to lift her hands above her head and loop the cuffs around a loop hanging from the ceiling.  He refastened the cuffs and Andrea was effectively trapped there.
	Only a few minutes passed before the Duke showed up again carrying a bucket of water.  "I brought something to help you clean up."  He walked over and threw the water at her, still safely holding onto the bucket.  Andrea's body was immediately soaked.  The oil, dirt and cum washed away leaving her mostly clean although altogether wet. Her skin shown in the light of the room.
	"Why are you in my town?"  He voiced his question with an air of simplicity.  
	Andrea attempted some vague semblance of a lie. "I don't know what you mean."
	"You may have noticed a wall around the city.  That's to keep visitors out, and my people in."
	"So you're saying you forcefully keep your own people here?"
	"For their protection."  He reached to his belt and withdrew a small pistol.  Andrea recognized it as a 5mm.  One of the least lethal choices available, but in the end it was still a firearm, and still capable of doing damage.  "I don't like to repeat my questions."
	Andrea glanced around the room.  She remembered seeing a few small bloodstains on the wall where she was being held.  Something told her the Duke wasn't the bluffing sort.  "I'm looking for someone."
	"Who?"
	"Another stranger to the city."
The Duke nodded and began to slowly pace back and forth.  He kept the gun out but his other hand found his pocket as he walked.  Not exactly a spitting image of royalty.  "The gang leader from Salt Lake."
	"His name is Sean."
	"He turned tail right before a battle.  A lot of people died because he ran."
	"Well, that's certainly not how he presents things."
"Why would I lie?"  Andrea met the Duke's gaze.  He knew she had no reason to lie about the details.
"You shouldn't have come here, Andrea."  He nodded towards one of the guards.  The man set into motion and moved over to Andrea.  Fearing the worst, Andrea cringed as he approached, but he simply undid her cuffs to free her from the wall.  "This town isn't a good place for strangers."
	The guard held Andrea by the wrist and began escorting her out of the room.  Andrea went peacefully, noticing the other two men walking behind her.  They walked down a few corridors and eventually ended up in a lavish bedroom.   It was extremely well furnished with silk and other rare materials.  The closet was open and displayed a huge wardrobe.  There was a black dress splayed out over the King sized bed.
	"Get dressed."  The guard pointed to the dress on the bed.  "You'll be expected to attend dinner tonight.  5pm.  Do you have a watch?"
	"Yeah.  But why dinner?"
	The guard raised an eyebrow.  "Because you're one of the Duke's wives now.  And the Duke's wives all come to dinner."
	Andrea was caught flat-footed.  One of the Duke's wives?  Plural?  Without her consent?  She opened her mouth to speak but the guard had already left the room.
	At least she was allowed some privacy, she thought as she lifted the beautiful evening gown off the bed.  The hemline was down around mid-thigh and it seemed like it would be quite tight fitting.  Perhaps it was the only size they could find.  It had an open back with the exception of two criss-crossing straps that led to the shoulder.  The front had a diamond shaped hole in-between where her breasts would be to show a little extra cleavage and it was low cut in a v-neck.
	Knowing it was better then the nothing that she was currently dressed in, she put it on and walked to the full-length mirror beside the bed.  It was certainly tight, but did look quite impressive.  If it weren't so uncomfortable she'd say it was definitely a good size.  And she knew she wouldn't mind seeing Keri or Irene in it.
	Her thoughts stopped for a moment as she realized she wouldn't ever have the chance to see Keri in it.  She sat down on the side of the bed and tried to push her mind to something else.  
She found her thoughts gravitating towards Sean and how he ran at the first sign of trouble.  If he had only stayed behind she would have at least had a chance talking to the Invid.  The irony that the two violent gang leaders had shown themselves and that Sean had not was not lost on her.  And as she tried to think of ways to make him pay she realized she had no idea what she was doing in York.
She had followed him here for some reason that she wasn't quite sure of, to do something to him that she also wasn't sure of.  Not only that, but she had taken Aria of all people along for God knows what reason.
Andrea sighed and moved over to the window.  She noticed despite her apparent freedom, the window was barred off and impossible to get through.  She looked out over the palace courtyard and further down into the heart of the city.  It was strange, she thought, to see so many tall buildings.  Let alone so many people living in such luxury.  At least by the last few years standards.
There was a knock on her door.
"Yes?" she said, turning to face it.
	The door opened and the Duke stood in the entranceway.  "May I come in?" Andrea signaled it okay to do so with a wave of her hand.  The Duke walked over to a comfortable looking chair beside the bed and sat down.  "You look very stunning in that dress."
	Andrea looked back at him, unfazed.
	"I see, you're not much in the mood to talk."  He paused and crossed his legs.  "Please, sit."  Andrea did so.  "Well," he continued.  "It seems you didn't get the best introduction to my town.  I wish to apologize on behalf of my subjects and myself.  I overreacted.  You were not treated appropriately and the men involved have been punished accordingly.  As for myself, I only beg your forgiveness.  I was simply concerned about a potentially hostile breach of my city."
	"Understandable," Andrea said with little sympathy.
	"I see that you're still hesitant.  I wish to give you two prizes."
	"Prizes?"
	"Well, prizes as I like to call them.  The first I believe you already know."
	"You want me to be one of your wives.  Forgive my enthusiasm."  She was obviously not enthused.
	The Duke laughed.  "Indeed, indeed.  Consider yourself forgiven.  But no, you are not quite right.  I don't wish to make you just one of my wives.  In truth I have nearly 30 of them.  No, I wish to make you my head wife.  You will be treated with as much respect as myself, you will have every material possession you desire, and you will do as I say."
	"I only do as I wish."
	"Ah, and that brings me to the second prize.  In the hopes to convince you to willingly go along with my request, I will offer you anything you desire."
	"I thought you said that was included as head wife?"  Andrea met his eyes with her own and he looked back surprisingly passively.
	"No, you misunderstand.  I said any material possession you desire.  Not anything you desire."
	"I see."
	"So, is it a fair trade?  You become my other and I will do whatever thing you desire?"
	"Don't you want to know what it is before you agree?"
	"No, of course not," the Duke said.  "As long as it is not a request to leave this place I will do whatever is in my power to do."
	Andrea continued to sit on the bed, contemplating the offer.  Sex wasn't a big concern to her.  She didn't mind that after all she had been through in her life.  But doing whatever he asked of her?  Somehow she doubted his demands would be entirely honorable.  Of course, she just needed to bide some time until an opportunity came to either escape or restrain him presented itself.
	"I agree.  It sounds like a fair deal."
	"Ah, excellent.  Then, if you don't mind my asking...?"
	"I want Sean."
	"The coward?  Easily done, there is no place for men of his caliber in my kingdom.  What would you like done with him?"
	"I don't know yet.  First I want to talk to him."
	"Very good.  First thing in the morning, I'll have in brought to you.  Will that be sufficient?"  Andrea nodded.  "Good.  In that case, you will come with me to dinner.  It will be served shortly.  Are you prepared?"
	Andrea nodded again.  "I'm ready."
"In that case my wife," he stood and bowed lightly with a smile.  "Dinner awaits."  He gestured to the door and Andrea exited the room. 

* * * *
	
	The dining room was quite big.  Andrea guessed it sat about 10 or 20 people around the table at one time.  The carpets were lush and the walls were papered.  Bay windows provided light that was supplemented by the occasional torch or set of candles.  The décor was colored brightly and old statues stood at evenly spaced intervals between the windows.
	At the moment, the room was empty and the Duke walked over to the head of the table and sat in a small throne.  He sat back in his chair and put his arms down on the rests.  "Andrea," he looked over to her.  "If you wouldn't mind I would appreciate a littler pre-dinner entertainment."
	Andrea looked at him, not sure what he meant, "In other words..."
	"In other words I'd like it very much if you were to go under the table.  I'm sure you can figure out what to do from there."  Andrea hesitated.  "We did have an agreement, did we not?"
	Andrea nodded and forced a smile.  "No problem."  Andrea went down to her knees and crawled in under the tabletop.  It was a wide table so she figured it was unlikely anyone would see her if they were to come in.  But if they were to stay and enjoy a multi-course meal, things could get complicated for her way back up to her seat.
	The Duke moved his chair further in towards the table and Andrea made her way over to him.  Carefully, she unbuttoned his pants.  Her heart was beating faster as she reached a hand inside.  On some level she was concerned that she could be caught, but on another, the idea was exciting her.
	She felt the Duke's soft cock and pulled it out of his trousers.  Andrea looked at his soft member and realized he would be a pretty decent size when he was hard.  Her hand grasped around the base of his dick and she gave it a couple quick pumps to get things going.  Then, she leaned forward with tongue out, ready to make contact and suddenly she heard footsteps.  Judging by the amount of them, the rest of the dinner party was entering the room.
	She looked around and saw about 20 pairs of legs walk in and casually make their way to their seats.  It looked as if the crowd was primarily female.  Perhaps it was the Duke's harem.  Or at least part of it.  She did her best to stay out of people's way as they sat down near her.  Two women sat down on either side of the duke.  The one to her left had very attractive legs.  She was wearing high heels and a short skirt that only went down to her thighs.  From her vantage point, Andrea could easily see the woman's white panties between her legs.
	Andrea was starting to get turned on when a gentle hand in her hair reminded her of her objective.  She reached out her tongue towards the Duke's cock and licked once from the base of his penis up towards the tip.  He was still soft so keeping her hands on his outer thighs, she took his cock into her mouth all the way to its base.  As his meat filled her mouth she tasted the familiar flavor.
	Now, trying to get him hard, she sucked her lips around him tightly and pulled backwards, stretching the loose skin taught.  His member twitched in her mouth and touched the roof of her mouth.  Andrea smiled through his cock.  Despite it not being her first choice to be under the table at that particular moment, she did enjoy the act of it.  She put him all the way inside her again and slowly pulled out once more.  This time, she let him fall out of her mouth and thus smearing her chin with a drop of pre-cum.  She could already see him getting stiffer and licked at the tip of his cock.  He twitched again.
	Once more, she took his dick inside her mouth to its base.  He was growing hard quickly now so she waited with her lips pressed into his pubic area as his member expanded into her mouth and down her throat.  She did her best not to gag as the tip tickled her gag reflex before proceeding further into her throat.
	Again, she pulled back, with her lips tightly surrounding him.  Carefully she rubbed her teeth against his shaft as she went until just the head of his cock was inside her mouth.  Then, she pressed forward, sending him down her throat another time.  She continued the back and forth motion for some time until her lips were as glossy with saliva as his cock.  
	She pulled out and rubbed her lips and tongue along the length of his shaft before finding his balls.  She didn't waste any time sucking the left one into her mouth and flicking it with her tongue.  While she did so, his member hung down along her cheek, wetting it with saliva and pre-cum.  She repeated the process with his right ball and she got wetter still.  The salty taste of his sweat was turning her on.  
	Andrea figured she had teased him enough and licked her way back to the head.  She flicked it repeatedly with her tongue and then shoved his dick deep into her mouth.  She felt it begin to twitch and moved back and forth quickly.  The twitching intensified and she pulled back until just the head was in her mouth and sucked on it hard.  One of the Duke's hands went to her hair and slowly moved down passed her cheek and gently to her throat, willing her not to swallow as the first burst of semen ejected from his dick onto the roof of her mouth.  Another blast quickly followed.  And another.  Unable to swallow and unwilling to spit, her mouth was soon full of his semen.
	His hand on her throat disappeared back up to the table but she didn't want to risk taking any action.  She swished the cum around in her mouth while she waited for some sign.  His hand quickly reappeared with a piece of paper in its palm.  Andrea took it and read it. 'Go around the table. If everyone orgasms by dinner's end you will be rewarded.  If not...' Andrea flipped it over to see if there was another message on the backside and indeed there was.  'Keep my seed in your mouth as you service the next one.'
	Andrea looked at the note in confusion.  He couldn't possibly expect her to service everyone at the table.  She tilted her head to listen to the dinner conversation but all she heard was idle chatter.  Shrugging, she decided it would at least be a fun challenge.  With the cum still swishing in her mouth, she moved to the woman to her left.
	The woman had her legs spread casually and her tight silk panties revealed the line of her pussy.  Andrea put her hands on the woman's knees and was surprised to see she didn't even jump.  She was obviously expecting her.  That would make it easier at least.
	She grabbed the woman's panties at the waist and pulled them downwards and off her ankles.  The woman quickly spread her legs again and put a heeled leg around her so her foot rested on Andrea's back.  Then as an obvious signal she applied light force to draw Andrea closer to her sex.  Andrea obliged, moving her lips right up to the woman's pussy.  The woman put a hand in Andrea's hair and pulled her tightly into her crotch. 
	Andrea was more than a little apprehensive to open her mouth, knowing its contents but couldn't think of any other way to do what she needed.  Her nose was pressed into the woman's clit and her mouth was at the hole into her vagina, between her soft nether lips.  She inhaled the other woman's scent deeply and opened her mouth to lick from the bottom up to her clit.  Cum rushed out of her mouth, quickly covering the other woman's sex in the stringy substance.
	Her mouth now empty, Andrea moved back a few inches to take a look.  The white goo covered most of her sex and dripped down in small lines around the curves of her pussy.  Andrea's chin and lips were just as drenched.
	She saw a hand reach under the table and move to the top of her head.  But strangely, instead of pushing her forward towards the woman's sex like she had expected, she found the woman's hand was making its way down her face.  The exploring hand made it to her right shoulder and then down her arm.  Andrea lifted her arm so the woman could follow her path and she soon found that they were holding hands.
	The woman above the table - a blonde judging from her small amount of pubic hair - proceeded to guide Andrea hand towards her sloppy pussy.  Andrea looked at it greedily, wanting to dive in, but the blonde had other plans.  She pressed Andrea's hand up against her sex, getting it wet with the duke's cum and guided two of Andrea's fingers inside her pussy.
	Andrea moved her head closer, all her senses at full awareness as her pointer and middle finger delved in-between the woman's labia.  She could feel the velvety softness of the blonde's inner walls and she found the tip of a third finger was soon guided inside.  Andrea misunderstood and slid her three fingers in as deeply as they could go.  She moved them in and out a couple of times before the woman stopped her once more.  This time, she tucked Andrea's thumb into her palm and clenched her pinky in with the rest.  Andrea suddenly had a pretty good idea where it was all headed.
	The blonde grabbed Andrea by the wrist and slowly pushed her hand into her pussy.  Andrea watched in awe as the first knuckles began to disappear inside.  After a short time, Andrea felt the blonde's vaginal walls wrapped tightly around her pinky and thumb as well as her other three fingers.  From there, the blonde withdrew her hand and Andrea continued to push inwards until every finger was buried inside.  She fanned them out in some amazement at the wet smooth feeling inside.
	Suddenly, she realized she was getting distracted and went back to shoving.  She made it nearly to her wrist before she felt the tips of her fingers touch the blonde's cervix.  Not easily discouraged however, Andrea gently curled her digits inwards into a fist and began pushing once more until her hand was completely enveloped and her knuckles touched cervix once more.  The woman's pussy had closed tightly around Andrea's wrist and she looked in amazement at where her hand was in that instant.  
	She began moving in an out, only about an inch for anymore and she'd either remove part of her hand or hit the cervix too hard.  She watched the woman's abdomen and could faintly see the outline of her hand as it moved back and forth.  She could tell how aroused the blonde was by the swelling of her clit and labia.  It wouldn't take long for her to cum.
	Sure enough, after a few minutes of pumping back and forth, the blonde's pussy clenched impossibly tightly around her hand and pulsed.  Andrea lowered her tongue and flicked the blonde's clit lightly as she came.
	Andrea marveled at how much she could feel.  The tightness, the rush of wetness, the velvety texture and the constant pulsing.  If it was what men experienced, then she wasn't at all surprised that they were so addicted to sex.
	Finally, the other woman's orgasm subsided and Andrea carefully withdrew her hand.  The hole from whence it had came closed most of the way but remained open slightly, dripping a small amount of whitish liquid that trailed down to the blonde's ass.  Andrea gave her clit one final kiss and moved to the next person.
	It was obvious the next man was male and he looked more than a little aroused, judging from the bulge in his pants.  Her right hand was soaked in bodily fluids but her left was still dry so she used that to quickly relieve the man from his pants.  His boxer shorts soon followed and she found herself staring at an extremely large cock.  Looking to her messy right hand, Andrea smiled.
	She wrapped her right hand tightly around his shaft and pulled down slowly.  The motion pulled back his foreskin and at the same time slicked his shaft in the blonde's cum.  Still grasping him tightly, she moved her lips to the head of his member and put her mouth around it.  The salty taste of pre-cum was familiar and after a quick tease she backed off and used her hand to stimulate him.
	There was more than enough lubrication to facilitate the hand-job and the man seemed to enjoy it quite a bit.  Occasionally throughout it, Andrea bent over and licked or sucked the head of his cock briefly to continue the tease.
	After what seemed to be at least ten minutes, Andrea was getting bored and anxious to move on to the next person.  She moved her mouth to his cock and this time, removed her sticky right hand.  With an apparent ease she lowered her head, deep throating him in one stroke.  He came immediately and flooded her throat with semen.  She wasn't expecting it so quickly and she jumped, nearly hitting her head on the underside of the table.
The man finally finished filling her stomach with cum and Andrea got off him.  She moved to the next person. 

* * * *
	
	On and on, the orgasms went.  She was nearly three quarters around the mostly female table when the duke stood.  Her tongue was buried deep inside a larger woman's pussy when she heard a series of chairs pull away from the table.  The woman she was servicing did the same.  She looked around to see everyone rising from their seats and making their exit.  Andrea cursed to herself.  She hadn't been fast enough.  Not by a long shot.
	"You may come out now, Andrea."
	Andrea wiped her sticky chin with the back of her hand and crawled out from under the table.  As she rose into the light, her lips still glistened brightly.  
	Andrea noticed that there was another woman in the room with the Duke, but other then them and a loan guard the room was empty.  "It would seem you were unsuccessful.  Still, three quarters isn't too bad."
	"How'd you know how far I made it?"
	"It was quite a simple deduction if one were to look at the faces of the people you were servicing."
	"So you could track my progress all along."  Andrea paused for a minute and the Duke only smiled.  "You had no intentions of letting me get to the end did you."
	"Perhaps you're right."  He continued to smile.  "Perhaps you're wrong.  Either way this will make things considerably more entertaining."  He gestured to the guard.  "Both of you go with him.  I've told him what to do in the case that you didn't finish in time."  
	With that, the Duke left the room and the guard led the two women to a different door.  "This way ladies," he gestured out.
	"Nice dress," the strange woman said to Andrea.
	"Thanks.  You too."  Andrea couldn't help but stare briefly as she noticed the other woman's garment.  She wore a sheered white one piece that didn't leave too much to the imagination.  Not only that but the material was so thin it was partially transparent.  The woman was obviously not wearing any underwear, judging by the dark brown that showed through from her nipples and pubic hair.  Not to mention the obvious nipple rings: one on each breast.  The woman had a tall, slender frame with average sized upturned breasts and a tight stomach.  Andrea recognized the woman as the first person she had serviced after the duke.  Obviously she hadn't retrieved her panties after taking Andrea's hand into her pussy.
	"Thanks.  My name's Lisa, by the way.  Liese for short."
	"Andrea."
	Liese nodded.  "You give good head, Andrea."
	Andrea hadn't been expecting that one.  "Uh... thanks."
	"No, thank-you.  Maybe I can return the favor later."
	"Yeah... Maybe."
	Liese decided to drop the subject for the moment.  She turned to the guard, "where are we going?"
	"Not far," came the reply.
	Indeed, it turned out to be true.  They turned a few corners and entered into a smaller room.  The guard let them enter first and then followed behind.  "I suggest you two strip down to the waist or things are going to get inconvenient."
	Liese immediately complied and Andrea decided it was probably in her best interest to follow.  The act gave Andrea a good view of Liese's nipple rings and she found herself staring.  He pointed to her left breast.  "Take off the left one."  She did as she was told, easy unclasping the ring and removing it.  She handed it to him and he went over to Andrea.  He looped it around her nipple ring and pulled her gently by it over to Liese.
	"What are you doing?" Andrea said with confusion.
	"You'll see."
	The next thing Andrea knew her right breast was hooked into Liese's left one and the guard clamped them shut.  They would need wire cutters or something along those lines to remove them.
	The first thing Andrea noticed was a slight tug at her nipple.  Apparently being joined in such a manner would take some getting used to.  "How long are we supposed to stay like this?"
	The guard shrugged.  "Hell if I know.  That's up to the Duke."
Andrea sighed.  This was not how she imagined she'd be spending her night. 

* * * *
	
	Andrea was lying in bed a few hours later on her back, with Liese resting face down on top of her.  It had certainly been an awkward time.  Walking was difficult as they originally thought one had to walk backwards.  They later discovered that if they both faced inwards slightly they could be mostly forward and only have a slight sideways tug on their chest.  They both learned very quickly the danger of sudden movements.
	Going to the bathroom had also been a challenge as one had to straddle the other.
	They had both been in bed for about 30 minutes and Andrea was thinking about what to do tomorrow when she met with Sean.  How would she handle it, what did she even want.  Really she just wanted to hear him say he was wrong and was sorry but somehow she doubted that's what she was going to get.  Her thoughts drifted to Aria and she wondered how her new friend was doing.  At least if she could call her a friend.
	Her train of thought was interrupted to the sound of the door opening quietly.  She looked over to see a silhouette cross the back wall and head to her large bed.  As it got closer she could make out more of his features.  A well fit robe around a large body, tight lips, and piercing glare gave him away as the Duke.  She opened her mouth to say something but he put a finger to her lips and Andrea remained quiet.
	Liese was still fast asleep when the Duke reached the bed.  Liese and Andrea both wore only a pair of panties.  If one were to look at their design, it was quite obvious that the Duke supplied them.  They did up with strings on the hips and nearly took the shape of a thong.  They were however, quite comfortable.
	The Duke, knowing exactly what he had in mind reached down to Andrea's underwear and pulled on the strings.  Carefully he removed them from underneath Liese.  He then followed up by doing the same to Liese's set and again, carefully set them aside.  The Duke opened a dresser drawer and pulled out a bottle of some kind that looked as if it contained oils.  He then cast off his robe and put a small amount of the liquid in his hand.  He rubbed it across his cock a couple of times and went to the end of the bed.  Andrea had a pretty good idea what he was intending.
	He surprised Andrea, by gently grabbing her hands and moving them to Liese's ass.  He gestured carefully for her to pull the woman's cheeks apart and Andrea did as instructed.  The act exposed Liese's puckered anus to the cool night air and the Duke carefully guided his member to the exposed hole.  Then, in one swift motion he shoved inside.  "Ahhh," Liese opened her eyes and jumped in surprise.  Her left breast pulled on the nipple rings and Andrea found herself moaning with her.  Liese quickly realized her error and let her weight fall back down on Andrea.
	At that point the Duke had pulled back out and was heading in for another pump.  Liese was a little more prepared this time and only let out a light moan in combination with a lustful jerk of the hips.  Now that she knew what was going on, she seemed to be enjoying it just fine.  Liese moved her left arm around Andrea and grasped her back.  Her right hand however, went in-between the two women and found it's way to Andrea's naked chest.
	She squeezed with reflex the next time the Duke entered her and Andrea let out a quiet moan with her counterpart.  Liese smiled down but otherwise mostly ignored her as the Duke continued moving in and out of her ass.  Andrea watched up in interest at Liese's facial expressions as the act continued.  It was almost as if she could tell what was happening by looking at her face alone.
	When she tensed her jaw and shut her eyes, the Duke went in a little harder than expected.  When her eyes rolled up he went in smoothly and pleasantly.  Sometimes one would lead into the other, or vice versa but most of the time, Liese's gaze was fixed on Andrea and Andrea knew she wasn't thinking about the Duke.  The Duke however, was most certainly thinking about them, and used the same oil he early rubbed on his member to cover the two women.
	She continued to watch, Liese's facial expressions getting more and more turned on by them.  Not to mention the occasional squeeze of her left breast.  She knew she was starting to get wet and so was Liese.  She could feel the wetness of Liese's crotch on her pussy as it rubbed now and again when the position dictated.  Andrea continued to feel a tug on her nipple, often pulling her breast up into a cone.  Each thrust the Duke made carried more than enough force to stimulate her right nipple and with each thrust, Liese squeezed her left one.  
	Andrea was getting extremely horny.
	After another five or ten minutes of constant teasing on her breasts, she had had enough.  She removed her hands from Liese's ass and moved them to her head, pulling her in closely for a strong passionate kiss. Liese twitched a final time at the action and Andrea knew the Duke had cum.  Liese didn't let up on the kiss however and by the time Andrea opened her eyes next, the Duke was long gone.
	Liese was squirming on top of her in an attempt to get their pussies to make proper contact but the action was futile.  Even if they hadn't been covered in slippery oil, with having to keep their breasts together it was next to impossible to get the action right and thus both women writhed with legs and arms constantly sliding along each other in an attempt at the right kind of friction.  
	After about half an hour of making out without any kind of proper stimulation, Andrea came to a conclusion: "This isn't working."
	"Oh, God, tell me about it.  I've never been so horny in all my life."
	"So what are we going to do about it."
	Liese smiled.  "I was hoping you would ask that.  Come with me."  The two women carefully stood up together and Andrea reached for her underwear.  "Don't you dare."
	"But..."
	Liese ignored Andrea's attempt at protest.  "The place will be empty.  No one's awake anymore."  Liese started walking and Andrea followed along side.  Liese placed a hand on Andrea's ass, which actually turned out to be quite helpful in their predicament, because with gentle tugs or squeezes, Liese could tell Andrea where she wanted to go without an excessive stretch of her nipple.
	They walked through hallways for a few minutes and just as Liese had said, they didn't see anyone.  She opened a door, and the two women entered.  In the middle of the room was an oddly shaped bench of some sort with a contraption on top of it but the whole thing was covered in a sheet and thus Andrea couldn't identify it.  The light was pale but easy enough to see as Liese walked over to it and whipped the sheet off.
	It was obviously some kind of sex toy.  It somewhat resembled a saddle and had two dildo's sticking up from the middle.  One lone, one shorter.  "What is it?"
	"I have no idea," Liese said.  But it feels really damn good.  I've never tried it with two people though.
	"But it has two dildo's."
	"Think harder."
	Andrea quickly realized that the smaller one was intended for the rider's ass and the big one for her pussy.  "Oh."
	"Now you got it."  She looked down at them.  "So pick, big or small."
	"Uh, you can have big.  I'll make do."
	"Thanks," Liese gave her a kiss and without hesitation the two horny individuals mounted the saddle like toy. Andrea felt the dildo go in easily and it felt amazing.  Her clit rubbed against Liese's and their pubic hairs meshed into a single dirty blonde color.  Andrea reached a hand around to Liese's ass and another to her shoulder blades to pull her as close as possible.  "How does it feel?"
	"Great," Andrea said with a breathy sigh. "Really great."  
	The two quickly set up a rhythm to rise and fall at the same time.  Their bodies reflected the pale light as they slid off each other and down around the dildo.  With each raise of the hips, their legs went taught and stomach clenched before letting their bodies absorb the fake cock once again.  In a few minutes, Andrea was moaning into Liese's shoulder as she came.  Her entire body tensed and she bit down on the flesh in front of her, easily leaving a mark and getting a surprised yelp from Liese.
	Liese however, not quite ready to cum herself, ground her hips around in a circle, no longer capable of moving up and down thanks to Andrea's sudden lack of participation.  The movements caused their clits to rub together even more furiously and Andrea's orgasm continued as Liese found one of her own.  She let out a low guttural moan and tightened her grip on Andrea's ass.
	They rested for a few minutes and Liese spoke up.  "Again?"
	"Oh, God yes."
	The two women started to grind together once more, now kissing as if that was the entire lovemaking process itself.  Their tongues explored every area they were able and they soon found themselves at another orgasm.
	Too tired to continue, they rested their weight on the saddle beneath them and put their head on each other's shoulders in an attempt to catch their breath, not to mention some energy.  The energy never came. 

* * * *
	
	It was morning and Andrea had a hell of a kink in her neck.  Somehow the two had managed to balance together and sleep sitting up with the dildo's still inside them.  With a bit of a start she realized what had awoken her.  Liese was coming.  She was tightly grasping Andrea's back and shaking.  The movements finally began to subside.  "Was that good for you?"
	"Damn, you're amazing even when you're asleep."
	Andrea smiled.  "Thanks, I guess."  She paused and arched her back but was quickly reminded how the two were joined.  "Ah.  Sorry."
	"Mmm, that's okay.  After what I just had, it felt good."
	"Can we get up now?  I'm really stiff."
	"Yeah, sure."  The two women carefully stood.  The oil was now more on the sticky side of things than on the slick side and it made it a little easier to walk together.  They excited out of the room and back to her quarters.
	Upon arriving the Duke was there, sitting comfortably in a chair.  "You two had a good night I presume?"
	"Amazing," Liese answered.  "Although my ass is still a little raw."
	"Hah," the Duke laughed.  "You know just the things to say to turn me on."  He reached to the table and picked up a pair of wire cutters.  "I have a present for you two."  The Duke walked over to them and lifted the cutters up to their joined rings.  "I would hold still if I were you."
	The two did as instructed and soon, Andrea found herself without a ring for the first time in a couple weeks.  It felt strange but she was glad to be rid of it.  Hopefully he wouldn't insist on putting in another.  "My chief wife won't have any piercings.  You got that?"
	Andrea nodded, happy enough to consent.  "I'm going to go have a shower if you don't mind."
	"Be my guest," the Duke gestured to the bathroom door and Andrea went in.  
	Ten minutes later she was clean and relaxed.  She wrapped a towel around her waist and looked at herself in the mirror.   She grasped her right breast and looked curiously at the small hole the ring had left.  She looked back up to make eye contact with herself and leaned on the counter.  Her breasts hung down slightly over the sink.  "What the hell are you doing?"  There was no answer of course.  Only a copy of herself staring back at her.  She realized then she had no idea what she was doing.  Her indecision in relation to Sean wasn't as isolated a problem as she thought.
	"Since when did you start fucking anybody with two legs?"  Andrea knew there was no answer but could have sworn she heard one.  "Ah, yes.  Salt Lake City.  Great way to cope, Andrea.  Why couldn't you just cry for a day and move on.
	"Ah yes, the Invid hive, the flower, trump towers, jail, the pilot, the group of guards, not to mention the yellows...  And now you're in a harem and taking it just fine.  No plots to escape, no plots for revenge, just easy, mind clouding sex.
	"You really piss me off sometimes you know that?  When did you lose your will to fight these people?"  Andrea found no answers.  Only her own face, staring back at her.  "You have to change.  You have to grow up and stop taking this shit from everybody.  And you better do it quick if you don't want to spend the rest of your life here."  She looked at herself for another moment.  "So what's it going to be?"  She looked down and repeated to herself quietly.  "What's it going to be?"
	A few minutes later, Andrea stepped outside of the bathroom to see that Liese had left and the Duke was still sitting comfortably on the chair beside the bed.  She still had the towel around her waist and went to the closet to get dressed.  She spoke as she did so; "I'm ready to meet with Sean now."
	"What, right now?" The Duke said with a bit of surprise.
	Andrea pulled a white tank top over her.  "Yeah.  Right now.  You said I could talk with him first thing in the morning."  She turned her back to the Duke and untied the towel to slip on a pair of black leather pants.  
	"You shouldn't speak in so orderly a tone of voice."
	"And you shouldn't make promises you're not willing to keep."
	The Duke met her eyes for a moment and then looked away and headed for the door.  "Wait here.  It should only be a couple minutes."  He left and Andrea sat in the chair he had previously occupied.
	The Duke was right; it wasn't long until there was a rap at her door.  "Come."
	The door opened and Sean stood on the other side of it.  He came in, closed the door behind him and looked to the chair Andrea was sitting in, not having seen her initially.  "Andrea?  What are you doing here?"
	"Funny, I came all this way to ask you the same question."
	Sean looked away and Andrea new immediately he felt guilty about what he'd done.  He didn't let it show however as he retorted back sarcastically, "I think you know."
	"That you're a coward?  I guess I was hoping to hear that out of your own mouth."
	"I'm...  I'm not a coward Andrea.  I'm a leader, and I can't lead when I'm dead.  If I stayed, the Invid would have slaughtered me along with everyone else."
	Andrea stood up.  "I'm not dead Sean.  Neither is the woman I have with me."
	His eyes lit up for a second.  "Keri?  Did she make it?"
	Andrea shook her head.  "Not Keri.  Aria.  From the Yellows."
	"You brought Aria here?  To York?  What were you thinking?  She's one of the most dangerous killers I've heard about.  It makes me uneasy just to be in the same city as her."
	"It should.  She's looking for you too."
	"Shit."  He looked around a little nervously and went to the window.  "So why'd you call me here?  What are you hoping to get out of this?"
	"I guess I was hoping you'd show some remorse."
	"Some remorse?  All my friends are dead, Andrea.  What more do you want from me?"
	"To actually give a damn about it, Sean.  I want you to actually give a damn."  Andrea walked up behind him and he turned to look at her but quickly looked away.  "Look at me Sean.  Don't turn your back to me."
	He turned reluctantly.  "Look... I respect you, Andrea.  I do.  So you just say what you need to say, do what you need to do and I'll get out of here."
	That was the question wasn't it?  What do you do with a coward other than pity him?  "You're banished from York."  That wasn't enough Andrea thought to herself.  "And every other city I have any sway in.  Go find a nice rock to live under."  It still wasn't enough but she couldn't think of anything else to do.
	"Fine."  He turned to the door and started walking.  "Nice to see you again, Andrea."  Sean opened the door and left, leaving it open behind him.  Andrea sighed and sat back down on the chair.  She immediately noticed that she didn't feel any better.  Not even slightly.
"Figures," she said to herself.  She sighed again and looked over towards the window.  "So what to do about the Duke?" 

* * * *
	
	Andrea was out walking the city streets.  It had been easy to sweet talk the guards into letting her go and she quickly found herself alone in the city.  The weather was warm, and she walked for a couple of hours until she heard a raspy, "Andrea," coming from the alley.
	She turned and looked to see a female figure in the shadows.  "Aria?"
	"Fuck, way to be covert.  Get in here before anyone sees you."  Andrea complied, and walked into the alley casually.  "I was worried shitless about you.  Where did you go?"
	"The Duke brought me in.  Wait... Worried shitless?"
	"A figure of speech."  Aria put a hand on Andrea's shoulder and guided her further into the alley.  "So you escaped, or what?  From what I've heard this Duke is a real bad ass."
	"More, the or what.  He thinks I'm his chief wife or something now."
	"What, the horny bastard has more than one?  Hah, what dictator doesn't nowadays."  She looked Andrea in the eyes.  "But seriously, you're okay?"
	"Yeah I'm fine.  Found Sean this morning too."
	"Oh, hell yeah.  Where is he now?"
	"I kicked him out of the city."
	Aria looked at her, stunned for a moment.  "You kicked him out of the city?  Why didn't you kill him?"
	"Of course I didn't kill him.  We don't all get our jollies like you do, Aria."
	"Fuck.  All right, so what now?  Do we go after him again?  It's going to be tough to get out of this town the same way we got in.  There's nothing to climb on the inner perimeter of the wall."
	"Yeah I figured as much.  So you said you've heard the Duke is a bad ass?"
	"Yeah, I figured you'd know that first hand by now."
	"Actually he hasn't been that bad to me."
	"Well he's been pretty bad to the rest of the town.  Slave labor, forced drafts for anyone over 14, his town guard apparently has limitless authority...  Not good combinations."
	"Shit.  I mean, I've definitely seen it in him.  But like I said he's been good to me so I figured it might just be a reputation, you know?"
	"It's no reputation.  This guy is the real deal."
	Andrea frowned and put her hands on her hips.
	"So what do we do?" Aria asked.
	Andrea thought about it for a while.  She turned to face the entrance to the alley and the busy goings on in the street.  "We take him out."
	"No good.  Some other ass hole will just replace him."
	"Leave that end to me.  Just make a scene outside the palace gates at 4 o'clock okay?"
	"Scene's I can do."
	Andrea walked away and at the end of the alley looked back.  "And Aria... Don't be late."
Aria lifted up a middle finger and Andrea left, smiling to herself.  It was easy when things were black and white like with the Duke.  She'd take a million of them before having to deal with a Sean. 

* * * *
	
	Andrea spent most of the afternoon hauled up in her quarters attempting to avoid anyone she could.  It seemed like days, but the clock eventually hit 3:30 and she decided she had better prepare for Aria's arrival.  She put on her best angry face and went down two flights of stairs to the palace basement.  It wasn't long until she found the armory and the man guarding it.  She walked directly up to him.  "You.  You're guarding the weapons locker?"
	"I am.  You really shouldn't be down here though ma'am."
	"I was told I could go anywhere I wanted to in this place.  Is the Duke backing down from his word?"
	"What?  The Duke?  No, of course not."  A drop of sweat appeared on his brow.  "But if you want in to the locker, I can't let you in without expressed permission, you understand..."
	"You want to know what I understand?  I understand that I was out walking around the town today and nearly got mugged.  Twice!  How the hell am I supposed to survive a walk in the open air without some kind of protection?"
	"Well, uh...  you could bring a guard with you.  The Duke recommends..."
	"I don't care what he recommends, I'm not bringing some idiot lackey with me every time I go out for a walk.  I want another option."
	"Well, like I said, I'm not allowed to give you a firearm without proper permission."
	Andrea leaned on the counter and softened her expression.  "Okay, let me suggest something else then..."
	"Uh, sure.  What?"
	"Give me a gun.  I don't know, some pistol that you guys don't use.  And don't give me any ammo with it."
	"Well, I...  I mean, wouldn't you just be able to go trade something for some bullets out on the street?"
	"Wouldn't I be able to trade something for a loaded gun out on the street?  I'm not looking to cause any trouble here, just bluff myself out of any problems I get into."
	"Well..." He thought about it for a minute and she looked up at him with her best pleading eyes.  "Alright.  Any preferences?"
"Just something that's maybe come in, in the last few days so that it still looks new."
	"Sure.  Just wait here a minute."
	Andrea relaxed, leaning up against the desk until he returned a few minutes later.  She immediately recognized the gun she was holding.  It was her colt .44.
	"This one was brought in by an outsider so there shouldn't be any bullets around anyway.  It's not the one we use."
	"Perfect."  He meticulously emptied the clip and then emptied the chamber.  He handed it over to her handle first.  "Thanks."
	"No problem.  Just uh... Don't tell anyone I did this for you."
	"You got it.  Have a good one."  Andrea walked away and as soon as she rounded a corner she slipped the weapon into the rear waistband of her pants.  She concealed it best she was able in the tight clothes she was wearing and went back upstairs to find the Duke.
	He was easily found and by the time she got there it was nearly 4 o'clock.  He was in his throne room, apparently doing nothing at all but basking in the false admiration of others.  He looked up as Andrea came in.  "Andrea.  What brings you here?"
	"I just wanted to apologize for this morning.  I was out of line."
	"Ah.  Don't let it happen again and we'll call it even."
	"Of course, I..."
	A voice through the window interrupted.  "Yo, Duke!  Get your fat ass out here!"
	"What the..." The Duke stood up and walked to the window.  Andrea walked with him
	"Yeah, you heard me you bastard.  Get your sorry fucked up holier than thou ass out here.  I want to have some words with you."  There was a loud rattling and Andrea reached the window with the Duke.
	Aria was outside shaking the chain-link fence.  There were a few guards near her that were watching her closely but they weren't acting yet.  The Duke turned to his man in the room.  "I'm going down.  Don't let anyone do anything 'till I get there."
	"Yes sire."
	Andrea spoke up.  "Can I come with? I know her."
	"You know her?" the Duke repeated with mild confusion.  "Fine, come along.  Just stay out of the way."
	Andrea and the Duke walked out the central doors of the palace to see Aria still standing by the fence about 30 feet away.  "Oh there he is!  The big man has finally come down to street level of the rest of us."  There was a fairly good-sized crowd gathering around Aria to see what was happening.  Andrea noticed however that everyone was keeping his or her distance, just in case.
	"What do you want?" The Duke said moving closer to her.  Andrea had to respect him to some degree.  He carried with him a high degree of authority.
	Before he got any further, Andrea quickly withdrew her gun and yelled out, "Stop."  She had positioned herself along the front wall of the building so she couldn't be ambushed or taken out by a sniper.  Still, pulling even an unloaded gun on someone of his importance was a risky thing to do.  Guards were instantly around her with weapons aimed, but she could see in her eyes they wouldn't fire if they didn't have to.  She suspected they didn't like the Duke any more than she did.
	The Duke turned to face her.  "Would you care to explain yourself, Andrea?"
	"I'm relieving you of your position.  This town needs someone who isn't so corrupt."
	The Duke laughed.  "Don't waste your time.  Guards, if she hasn't lowered her weapon in five seconds, shoot her."  Andrea stared back at him.  She was hoping she could scare him into leaving.  That obviously wasn't an option.  His voice echoed off the building behind her, "one."  Andrea hesitated, not wanting to get shot over a gun with no bullets.  "Two," his voice called out again and she lowered her weapon.  "Hah, you know how many attempts on my life there's been, Andrea?  A dozen.  I'm not even going to count this one."  The guards pointing their guns at her lowered their weapons as well.
	Suddenly, three loud bangs rang out from Aria's position and the Duke stood for only a moment before falling to the ground.  "When I make an attempt you better believe it'll succeed, bitch."  She holstered her weapon.  "I can't believe everyone just forgot about me like that."
	Andrea stared back in relative shock, as did most of the Duke's men.  A few loyalists rushed Aria but Andrea pointed her weapon at them.  "Stop."
	They turned and looked to their comrades.  "What are you doing?  Take her down!"
	The other guards didn't move.  They seemed relieved, if anything, that the Duke was gone.  Andrea hadn't intended it to happen in the way that it did, but she would have to discuss that with Aria another time.  The guards going after Aria saw that they weren't going to get any support and stopped their advance.  Meanwhile, Andrea tried to figure out what to do.
	There was silence in the courtyard and down the street.  Andrea walked forward into the open slowly.  She put her weapon in the waistband of her pants and tried to be authoritative.  "Alright, everybody.  As the Duke's number one wife, you all are looking at the new Duchess of York."  She took a breath, unsure of what to say next but tried her best not to show her indecision.  She pointed to Aria.  "Let her inside.  She'll come up with me."
	The guards seemed about as hesitant as Andrea but eventually did as she ordered.  Aria spat on the ground as she entered the compound and walked up to Andrea, who led her inside.  The two women walked in silence until Andrea reached her quarters and went inside.  After closing the door behind them, she immediately lent up against the wall as if in exhaustion.  Aria turned to her immediately.  "I can't fucking believe that.  What the fuck did you just do?"
	Andrea brought her hand up to her face and rubbed her eyes.  "I declared myself the new dictator of a city."  
	Aria seemed to be, if anything, proud of Andrea.  "That's fuckin' right you did.  Wow.  I sure as hell didn't see that one coming."  There was silence for a minute and Aria realized Andrea hadn't seen it coming either.  "Uh...  You do have a plan for all this right?"
	"Quiet, I'm working on one."
	"Oh shit, are we ever fucked."
	"We're not fucked."
	"Oh, we're fucked.  As soon as everyone realized that their glorious new leader has no plans for a glorious new age, they're going to come into this room, kill us both, and start their own little civil war."
	"I can't deal with this right now.  I have to...  I don't know what I have to do, that's the problem. I have to figure it out."
	"Fine, I can deal with that.  We leave these fuckers to themselves and let them all kill each other."
	"No, these people have gone through enough already..." Andrea stood up straight and looked to Aria for the first time.
	"Oh, no," Aria said, sending Andrea's thoughts.
	"You can stay, just for a couple weeks..."
	"Oh no.  You can't make me."
	"It won't be long.  You'll just have to get rid of all the ass holes and bring in some... non assholes."
	"We're in the United States of fucking American, Andrea.  There are no 'non-assholes.'"  Andrea looked at Aria with pleading eyes.  "Oh no.  No way is that going to work on me, bitch."
	Andrea dropped the act.  "Fine.  How about this?  You spend two weeks here, straightening this place out and I'll owe you one."
	"Hah, that's an understatement.  You'll owe me a big fucking one."
	"Fine.  Deal?"
	Aria looked skeptical.  "Two weeks.  Not an hour more."
	"Deal.  You can meet up with me at Chetumal in three weeks."
	"What the fuck is a chetumal?
	"It's a city.  South East Mexico."
	"Well why didn't you fuckin' say so?"
	Andrea smiled.  "I'm going to take my bike, so just bring your jeep or whatever."
	"I like how you now call it 'my' jeep so you don't need to deal with the fact that I stole it."
	"Whatever.  Just meet me there in three weeks."
	"Chetumal.  You got it."  Andrea made for the door but Aria stopped her.  "Andrea?"
	"Yeah?"
	"Who's gonna take over when I leave?"
	"Oh, shit.  Uh..."
	Aria smiled.  "I know someone."
	"Who?"
	"Call that idiot brother of yours.  I bet he'd run this place straight into the ground.  Great for a laugh."
	"That sounds like a challenge."  Andrea nodded.  "Alright, I'll send a message for him to get here right away.  Good luck."
	"You too."
	Andrea left the room.




End, part 12."



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