Double Shot
Copyright© 2021 by Omachuck
Chapter 8: Smoke Gets In Your Eyes
Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 8: Smoke Gets In Your Eyes - The Sa'arm had landed on every continent. Cold stopped them in the Antarctic, and Texans caught them before they could dig in. Everywhere else they advanced, and humans fought in a war of attrition. The ancient human 'scorched earth' strategy showed promise, but it was Hell on Earth for both sides.
Caution: This Science Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Consensual Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Science Fiction Polygamy/Polyamory Violence
Ordinarily, Richard would have used his portal to reach a staging area, boarded a helicopter, and scooted over to the Harakiri Lodge. As it happened, given the location of the nearest helicopter, using his team’s AWD pickup on connecting logging roads and fire trails was significantly faster. However, as he bounced down the rough tracks, Richard reflected that rotary wings would have been a lot smoother. The ever-present smoke seemed thicker and burned his nose. He mourned again the necessity for burning this magnificent forest and condemned the Sa’arm to whatever hell their species was banished to after death.
He was about five miles out from the lodge when Marcie called him. “Sparkle,” he teased, “the wind just shifted. We can’t reach through to warn the lodge, and best guess is still forty-five minutes to get everyone out – and not much margin. How close are you?”
“I figure I’m about ten minutes out, maybe a little less,” Richard responded as he pressed the pedal as much as he dared.
Sooner than expected, he reached the front of the lodge. Grabbing the case containing the portal, he ran in and asked the clerk where the meeting was being held. When she answered, he told her, “Big fire on the way. Follow me and I’ll get you out!”
He strode down the hall in the indicated direction and entered the meeting room containing about fifty people. He crossed the room and mounted the stage to the podium. He picked up the microphone and began, “Ladies and gentlemen, my name is Richard Ames Gentry and...”
Several things happened together. A gray curtain materialized outside the room’s huge windows. There were many gasps, a few cheers, and one scream of rage as a man in a waiter’s coat drew a revolver and started towards Richard. A brown-haired beauty stepped between the assailant and Richard. The sound like frying bacon signaled a Marine’s immediate reaction, and Richard, his attacker, and his potential savior dropped unconscious to the floor.
While the Marine retrieved the assailant’s weapon and checked for another, two women ran to their friend and attempted to wake her. “Sorry about that,” the Marine told the pair, “but I didn’t have much time to aim. In the spread, all three got a dose. She’ll probably be out for a while, but she’ll be fine except for a helluva headache.”
He looked at the two women and asked, “What was she thinkin’ stepping in front of a gun? You in his prepack?”
“No,” responded the tall blonde, I think it was an accident. We have no idea who that man is. We’re a team and stick together.”
The Marine shrugged and pointed his hand at the limp man at his feet and fried some additional bacon for good measure. “Tell you what,” he added, “let’s get your friend up on the stage with the guy in the uniform. I’ll check for his CAP card, and you ladies can decide if he’s worth waiting for. You’ll be out of the way while Sarge gets this goat rope underway. He’ll probably detail someone to keep an eye on you and make sure you aren’t bothered – unless you want to audition...”
He pulled the CAP card from Richard’s wallet, also noting his US marshal’s badge. He showed the women the card and the badge and muttered, “This guy only gets two, so you ladies are taking a chance.” Then he helped place Richard’s head in the platinum blonde’s lap and tucked the sleeping brunette under Richard’s right arm. The remaining woman shrugged, stretched out with her head on Richard’s other shoulder, and watched the show.
While the action around Richard proceeded, another Marine crossed the room, mounted the stage, and began speaking, “My name is Master Sergeant Armstrong Hayes, and among other things, this is a Confederacy extraction.”
He stopped as cheers broke out and most of the women and some of the men started to strip. Some looked eager and their clothes were flying, some looked resigned and were moving more slowly, but clearly everyone knew the drill, or thought they did.
“Hold up!” the Master Sergeant raised his hand and yelled, was echoed by the marines in the room. The noise died but the stripping continued; some were apparently ready for an orgy. Master Sergeant Hayes explained, “I said that because you folks picked a decidedly bad location for your soiree. If it weren’t for the barrier, you’d see there’s smoke from a big effing forest fire just minutes away.”
There was a concerted gasp, and chatter started to rise in pitch. Stripping stopped mid-titties, so-to-speak.
“Stop the jabbering and let me brief you!” Hayes demanded. “We can get you all away and sort things out later. If you don’t want to be picked up, we’ll send you back down to just about anywhere except fuckin’ California. If you live there, I’ll bet you wish you’d voted different now.”
“How do we know this isn’t some trick?” a florid faced man called out.
“Well now, I bet the kitchen has the makings for s’mores,” Hayes retorted. “Why not hang around and see how long it takes the marshmallows to toast? That’ll save me having to deal with your sorry ass later.”
He turned back to the assemblage and grinned at the various states of undress. Some of the more eager were already totally nude, and now some of those were starting to do fig-leaf cover ups or even look for their clothes. “Those of you who have already started undressing for success, I’d suggest you stay as you are. You showed the right attitude, and it will serve you well just as soon as we can get you through a portal.”
“No more farting around. Let’s get first things first! If we get moving, we’ll have enough time. Anyone with a weapon, pepper spray, or whatever raise your hand and my Marines will collect them. If you opt for extraction, we’ll just leave them here, otherwise we’ll get them back to you when we turn you loose.”
“Now, we need to get any staff or other guests into this room, pronto,” Hayes told them. “Tell my Marines if you know of anyone not here.”
The receptionist whispered to her nearest Marine and headed to the kitchen, while the Marine followed her directions and went to find any servers and housekeepers. Several parents, already familiar with each other’s children, dragged a Marine to the nursery. In a surprisingly short time, the chaos began to sort itself out as people hurried to the two portals, each with a Marine directing traffic.
Watching the flow, Sergeant Hayes turned to Corporal Maynard and directed, “Go check on the pair that Weems stingered and see if you can get them up and moving.
For the second time in his life, Richard woke with a missing chunk of memory, although the segment missing from the Confederacy extraction was blessedly short. It didn’t help that Richard just couldn’t make his new companions’ names stick. For him, they were Gray Eyes, Curly, and Blondie instead of Monica, Awilda, and Janice (or as she seemed to prefer, JJ.)
After Lieutenant Caesar’s departure, they’d explored the area containing their temporary home, amazed at its size and luxury and the fact it was vacant. They were guided by their ever-present AI, Dahlen, who explained, “This complex became the lunar headquarters for an entire, newly forming colony, the one that wants your expertise. The Governor and his associates had a special relationship with the US Marshals, some of whom you knew, and were extracted with the Colony. Randy Pope should be a familiar name.”
“Parts of the complex have been made available at need, but others, like the governor’s quarters where you are now, are far too dangerous for general access.” A door slid open revealing row upon row of weapons, and the AI explained, “This is obviously the armory, and just past are the firing ranges and dōjōs.”
“Oooh! Can we spar?” Curly looked at Richard with hope in her eyes.
Richard decided that he’d avoided the elephant long enough and escorted his new charges back to their quarters. He’d intended to seat them where he could see and address them, but a now familiar butt parked itself in his lap and he regrew attachments under each arm. Unexpectedly, the sigh that escaped him was of contentment and not of exasperation.
“Practical things, practical questions, ladies,” he began. “Do you really want to give up a chance to audition what looks to be a pretty wide selection of sponsors? I understand it’s a rare opportunity not presented in the typical round of extractions, and you haven’t even met the woman who would be your co-sponsor.”
Lap-lady reached up and placed a hand on each of his cheeks. “You look good; you act good; and the governor of a colony is asking for you by name. Do we look freakin’ crazy?” She giggled.
“Okay, ladies. Here’s the test,” Richard told them. “I’ve never sexed a girl or woman without my partner’s knowledge and approval. Probably makes you think I’m a wimp, but Smokey brings the women to our bed. So, we are going to call her right now.”
Wanting his companions to hear, he asked aloud, “Dahlen, place a call to Gwen Novak for me and put it on speaker.”
On the fifth ring, Smokey’s phone was answered, but not by Smokey, “Uncle Richard? Auntie’s in the shower, and I had to run to catch her phone,” a breathless voice told him when he identified himself. “Should I get her out or take her the phone?
“Kimmie,” Richard started, using the name she only tolerated from him, “let her know I’m calling, and tell her if she needs a few minutes, she can hit redial to call back. I’m not calling from my own phone.”
“No shit, Sherlock,” Kim replied. “I was all ready to give a robocalling spammer a ration of crap for making me run.”
He heard the shower when Kim entered the bathroom and a muffled answer to Kim’s notification of the call. Then, “She says five minutes to rinse, dry, and put on a robe. Maybe my favorite uncle can visit with me? Hmmm?”
Ever a sucker to that approach, Richard stayed on the phone asking about ‘things’, and of course, the newest sibling.
“Oh, Uncle Richard,” Kim told him, “She’s the cutest thing. And guess what, I think she’s the only one to notice I’m getting titties. They aren’t much yet, but if she gets a hold of one, she goes to town trying to suck out dinner. Feels real good, don’t ya know, so I never wear a bra anymore.”
Then she added in a low voice, “Now that I’m thirteen, I’ll let you suck them. Mom thinks I’m still too young now, but I know the rules. Auntie Smokey won’t care either way.”
When she heard female laughter in the background, Kim asked fearfully, “Who is that? I didn’t know anyone else was listening.”
“Not to worry Kimmie, sweetness,” Richard reassured her, “They are friends who understand. I called to introduce them to Smokey. Meet Monica, Awilda, and Janice, who I think of as Gray Eyes, Curly, and, Blondie.”
“Hello Kim,” the three chorused, followed by Awilda’s “Kim, I understand you live in Mammoth Lakes? Nice place. I’ve skied several times with a college friend who lives there. We both paid our way through our degrees as camgirls. I was Wylde Gurl, and she was Pattie Cakes.”
“When you said camgirl, I thought you might mean our friend Stormy Eyes, but I’m not sure she has a degree,” Kim told her.
“Nope, I don’t know her,” Awilda responded only to be cut short by Smokey’s arrival. “Who’s the woman on the other end?” they heard her ask Kim. “I thought you said it was Richard calling.”
“It is, Auntie,” Kim told her. “There’s three with Uncle Richard, and he was just introducing them...”
“I leave you alone for a few days, and you accumulate a harem?” Smokey teased.
“Well, yes – sorta...” Richard replied. “Remember my amnesia in the sandbox? I got zapped during a Confed pickup and woke up with a trio of beauties plastered to me. Don’t remember anything about it. They keep following me, and I called to see if it was okay to keep them.”
He grinned and winked at his companions. “Seriously, Smokes, I got offered these three very nice hotties and a future draft pick if I put together a fire science school for one of the colonies. Since you scored high enough for extraction, I figure we can parlay that into taking Kate and her brood along. Even a guy for her if she has one.”
“You dummy,” Smokey answered, “she wants you! I guess I’m a dummy too, because I just found that out. Anyways, I’m certainly okay with that part.” She paused, and then continued in a very serious tone, “Mister Richard Ames Gentry, I’ve known you since before we could walk. I may be the pussy hound of the pair of us, but I trust your judgment implicitly.” Then she asked, “How did you pick them – they fuck good?”
“Oh hell, Smokey. I don’t know. We haven’t got around to that yet – but they keep trying,” he told her. “No way I’m gonna commit to extraction without you, and I’m not about to mess with them until I know we’re all going. In fact, I didn’t pick them, the AI conspired with them and they latched on to me. I did look at their CAP cards, but I’m not you...”
“They listening?” Smokey asked. When she heard a chorus of yeses and hellos, she continued. “Ladies, are you in it for better or worse? Gonna take care of me and my man, come hell or high water?”
She heard another chorus, all a variety of affirmations and stated, “Okay, you’re in. We’ll take care of you, too. For now, get naked and fuck Sparky’s brains out. Richard, go get your ashes hauled, give them at least three good cums apiece, then report back and we’ll plan our exit. And Sparks, get crackin’ because there’s weird stuff starting to happen here!”
Smokey turned and faced her niece standing with open mouth. “You, my almost usually favorite niece, not one word about this to anyone, unless I’m there!” she commanded. “And you are right I wouldn’t mind your playing kissy-lovey with Richard, but you know your mother is right that you are too young for anything much more than tittie sucking. Plus, that’s Confederacy rules that are about to matter to this family, and you’ll just have to wait.”
“One more thing,” Smokey told her, smiling. “If you let Melody continue to think your sweet titties are her binkies, she’s going to embarrass the crap outta you in public.”
“I’ll bet she crawled away from you until she caught you,” Awilda smirked. “Clearly, the pair of you are bonded so tight I couldn’t put a razor blade between...”
“Now that our acquisition has been blessed by the queen,” Monica begged, “can we please have our test drive or orgy or whatever you want to call it? I’m horny!”
“I confess. I’m about to burst,” Richard responded. He lifted and threw the smiling Monica over his shoulder and headed for the bedroom, followed by two oh so needy concubine wannabes.
Setting the now happy woman on the edge of the bed, he tipped her up until she lay with her legs up on his shoulders. He reached down, unsnapped her jeans, grabbed the waist of pants and panties, and skinned them down her legs. They bunched at her ankles until he worked them off along with her shoes. ‘Boy shorts’ he noted approvingly. Keeping her positioned, he kissed her toes.
Unsure exactly what their new master wanted, Awilda and Janice nevertheless began to strip. When Richard nodded ‘yes’, they sighed and continued while he returned his attention to Monica.
There was no hair on or above Monica’s clearly aroused pussy. Her lips were parted, early dewdrops appeared, and the darkening area marked the further display of her desire. When he knelt between her legs and began to explore with his tongue, Monica moaned and pulled his head closer as he licked.
The waiting pair shared a look and decided to make themselves useful. Awilda began unfastening Richard’s shoes while Janice loosened his belt. When Janice saw that his shoes were loose, she smacked Richard’s butt and commanded, “Up!” and piece by piece the pair stripped him bare. Even when his shirt was pulled over his head, their man never lost his focus, and Monica soon shuddered through her cum.
Awilda and Janice high-fived and declared together, “That’s one.” Janice continued, “The queen says you owe her two more, so get up there and put the big stick where it belongs.”
Monica still wore her blouse, and as Richard stood, Janice and Awilda unbuttoned it and pulled it open to expose her lovely, heaving mounds. When he took a nipple between his teeth, she squealed, pulled him up, and reached down to guide him to her entrance.
<Not to intrude on this special moment, > a not so welcome ‘voice’ told him, <but you should know that the communications implant wasn’t the only enhancement I took the liberty to install. Go ahead and ride for glory, and you’ll still have plenty left for your other two.>
Okay, maybe that knowledge was worth a short interruption. Richard returned his attention to Monica, slowly inserted himself, withdrew, and plunged when she rose to meet him. They rode through her second orgasm, and mechanics forgotten, they lost themselves in passion. Richard’s explosion triggered her third cum, and they finally collapsed to find Awilda was ready with drinks for them both.
Richard cuddled Monica to him, and when she drifted off, he turned and asked, “Which one of you lovelies is next?”
It was two days later, and in his temporary quarters, Richard was beginning a heart-to-heart with the newly arriving Helva and Inkie. Inkie was terminally cute, but Helva’s hologram would raise an erection on a three-days-dead corpse. Richard knew this because, even with two lovely bodies tucked close and a third on his lap, his interest surged when Helva materialized.
Snuggled on his lap, Awilda felt his erection, lightly smacked him, and whispered, “Behave yourself! You’re going to give your three ladies a complex.” Then she giggled and leaned over to Monica, “But I confess, I’d do her too – either one, actually!”
“Ladies,” Unable to rise – beyond the obvious – in welcoming, Richard waved his guests to be seated and began to address them, “I appreciate both your confidence in me and your flexibility, but you completely underestimate the nature and complexity of the task at hand. I responded to the idea of a draft pick solely as a way to get my absent partner extracted with me. Now that I understand your problem, let me tell you, you need Smokey as much as I do.”
Richard explained, “You’re starting from scratch, both in analyzing the problem and in garnering your tools to resolve it. You need me, her, and a whole team, and that team must include more than jumpers. For example, I’ll bet you never thought of ecologists, especially someone or someones trained in the effects of fires on plant and animal life and on prophylactics and remediation. And forests are different from prairies. Puttin’ out the flame is just a small part of it all.”
Inkie raised her hand, “I get it. I can perform solo, but to do a concert right, I need a lot of assorted skills backing me, and not just musicians. Harrad was colonized on a planet with a fully developed ecology – not typical for many human colonies. So, maestro, lay it out for us, and Helva and I will back you.”
“In your timing you are truly lucky,” Richard told the pair. “First, in the US, we are making real progress in containing the Sa’arm incursion. Our scorched Earth strategy is slowing them from spreading, particularly directly south. The Canadian efforts are aided by the long, freezing winters, because the Sa’arm don’t do well in subzero weather. We think they are starving and also lack the necessary organics – food – to reproduce or revive Sa’arm-sicles at their typical rate.”
“Second, air superiority is driving them underground,” he continued. “Sa’arm units bring uncannily accurate fire against aircraft, but they are much less effective against nap of the earth approaches with pop-up launches, whether it’s with drones, cruise missiles, or piloted aircraft. Replicators and transporters give us virtually unlimited ordinance and pilots. In short, whatever they came with, that’s about all they are able to bring to bear.”
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