THE Harem Tales 1: The Times They Are A Changing
Copyright© 2016 by Omachuck
Chapter 2: The Body
Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 2: The Body - The Sa'arm have landed on Earth. People and even the Confederacy must change and adapt. This is Michael's story, set in Thinking Horndog's Swarm Cycle universe. If you haven't read previous stories, you'll miss some of this story's precepts and some excellent tales. Notes: This is not a sex manual, but there is explicit sex. Town and business names are real, the attributes and people are fiction. Rape and sexual violence take place off camera.
Caution: This Science Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Mult Teenagers Consensual Rape BiSexual Heterosexual Science Fiction Harem Polygamy/Polyamory Oral Sex Slow Violence
"How far to the cabin?" I asked as we started out. Rachel replied that she thought it was about half a mile, maybe a little more.
As we started on the path into the woods, I noticed that she carried her weapon left handed and asked her about it. "I'm naturally left handed and even shoot that way," she explained. "It takes a little adjustment to account for casings flying off to the right, but it works for me. I'm pretty good with popup targets, but today will be the first time that I croak a living being!"
I thought to myself, 'If your partner going into a firefight is a beautiful woman, how lucky is it that she knows what the heck she is doing with a rifle? Not only that - but she is familiar with the model weapon that you just happen to have!'
"My time in the Army was in the Signal Corps, so I've had damned little formal training in small unit infantry tactics," I offered. "On the other hand, Dad and I processed a lot of rounds at paper and other targets. Maybe we can both bag our first thug today."
Rachel smiled, and the sun rose.
"I've got an idea," I said after thinking a minute. "You naturally walk with your rifle pointing right, and mine tends to the left. If we need to shoot, you take any bozo on the right - I'll take any bozo on the left. We won't have to think about it. How does that sound?"
"I like it!" she said. "But how will I know when to shoot?"
"I trust you to know," I said.
Thus was born the first tactic of our new partnership.
Snow continued falling, and we were both grateful for our insulated boots. Rachel led, and I stayed about ten feet behind her. Between the deepening snow and our caution, about fifteen minutes passed before Rachel held up a hand. As we reached the clearing, Rachel moved left as I moved right.
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