In the sitting room, all three of them are watching the vid. Vaia, still leashed, sits on the floor in front of her mistress, enjoying the feel of the hand resting possessively on her head. It reminds her that she's completely owned.
They'd found Sash flicking between a whole series of different porn vids, a disturbing number of which featured 'stealer hybrids -- or actors costumed as such, one would hope. But now they are watching the remake of the first 'Lictor' movie. Action schlock. A rugged veteran Catachan unit picked off one by one by the camouflaged Tyranid monster. It is a little different from the original, with the order and manner of the deaths somewhat altered. All the most famous actors still die the soonest though.
The ending is unchanged. The one that got the original flick its reputation for heralding the Kryptmann era of frankness about the Tyranid threat. There is no final Imperial triumph -- or rather, the film being recent, no final Republican triumph. The camera zooms out from the last jungle fighter's death throes to show a whole battlefield on which waves of Tyranids overrun the Guard defences. The film cuts faster and faster between shot after shot of Guardsmen dying in horrific ways.
Vaia hugs her mistress's leg tightly. When she saw the original, she remembers, she closed her eyes completely through this part.
Finally, the screen goes black. The concluding legend appears: 'The Tyranids are still out there. Join the Republican Guard today.'
"No fucking chance!" Sash says, with a shudder. "You'll never see me in uniform."
Rebeck grimaces. "I know what you mean. But... They always say, if you want to live forever in the Imperium, you have to fight sooner or later. I don't think that's changed in the Republic."
"Later," says Sash, and knocks back a couple of shots. "Definitely later."
Vaia has permission to speak. "Films must make it look worse, right? Maybe it's not much worse than time in the Underhive."
"What would you know about the Underhive, baby?" asks Sash.
Vaia looks at her with a puzzled expression. "I did my stint down there when I was 13. Didn't you?"
Sash shakes her head, grinning. "No one wanted to take me. Too much trouble, they said." She looks at Rebeck, who shifts uncomfortably.
"Well, doesn't this just cap a crazy few days," Rebeck mutters. "Our new bitch is showing us up. I wanted to go down," she insists. "But I wasn't prepared to be at the bottom of the chain-of-command if I did. They wouldn't make any allowance for that. I didn't trust any of the meat-heads leading."
"And you didn't want to get shot at," Sash jabs.
"Who the fuck does?" Rebeck pops back.
"Not so many people go down these days, I suppose," says Vaia generously. "Not as much need. A lot more other ways to make good money since the Republic's based here."
The others are both looking at her, waiting for her war stories.
"I was terrified," Vaia remembers. "But mostly, I just ran this stinking chem plant down there. Filtering useful material out of toxic sludge."
"Did you kill anyone?" Sash has to know.
"Two, or maybe three. I was a good shot, and they trusted me to keep a bolt pistol working."
"Who were they?"
"Just a couple of scavs." And a Goliath, she chooses not to add. That's the one she thinks might have survived the wound.
"Wowie!" Sash turns in her seat, looking at Vaia with new eyes. "What do you think, Reb? Your new bitch is a killer!"
With a grunt, Rebeck lifts Vaia up into her lap. "What do you think, slave?" she asks her, rubbing noses with her. "Do you think your kill count earns you clothes?"
Vaia giggles. "No, Mistress." She leans in to be kissed.
Sash watches them hungrily. "You guys are making me horny. None of the Squats I know were putting out."
"Come to bed with us, Sash," Rebeck invites her. "Let's all keep each other warm all night. We don't know when we'll get to see this one again." She ruffles Vaia's hair. "What with the Representative's trip to Hive Prime. Besides, much less chance of scary dreams about Tyranids with three of us in a bed."
Sash is already stalking over to them. "You had me persuaded after 'come', babe."
***
Vaia snuggles between the other two women as they writhe together in the dark.
Her arms are in their binder again, and she just sucks and licks at whatever is in front of her face, while grinding against anything she feels delving between her legs. The huge strap-on still plugging her ass is a throbbing ache promising her regular morning's pounding.
But all of them have had a tiring couple of days, and before long the night's fun winds down.
Rebeck is out.
"I love you, babes," Sash sighs sleepily as she drifts off.
Vaia can't sleep for a long time. She doesn't want this to end. This mustn't be the last time she's with them!
But her achy body wins out. At some point, she falls asleep too. Her dreams are trike-racing, sex and no Tyranids at all.
***
Smack!
Vaia smiles.
"This is your wake-up call, bitch!"
Another slap. Vaia welcomes it. While Rebeck visits the washroom, her bound slut shimmies around to position herself properly. The spreader bar isn't attached, so she just opens her legs as best she can.
Sash is still splayed out on the bed, fast asleep. Vaia shifts as far away from her as she can in the unlikely hope of avoiding waking her. She freezes when strong hands seize her by the hips. "Good girl." Rebeck pulls the ten-inch dildo out of Vaia, then puts her ankles into the spreader bar.
She attaches the strap-on to her harness, and wastes no time in ramming the thick cock back into Vaia's increasingly well-trained hole. Vaia moans in relief as she takes the pounding. Her ass clenches as it's stretched. The rough fuck rocks the bed and wakes up Sash.
"Nnnh. Huh?" Sash wipes her eyes, before focusing on what and who Rebeck is doing. "Fuck me."
"Later," grunts Rebeck.
"That's not funny." Sash sits up and watches the huge shaft pierce Vaia's ass for a while. "You really do the poor girl like this every morning?"
"Look at her. She loves it."
Sash sprawls out, watching the tightly-bound Vaia take her pounding.
"Next time you come to me, we'll start working on moving you up to twelve inches," Rebeck promises Vaia.
"Sounds great, Mistress," replies Vaia, between gasps.
Sash continues to watch the thorough, energetic fucking in some astonishment. She knows very well what Rebeck likes to do, but she's rarely up early enough to see the morning show.
Finally, Rebeck slows to a halt, and gives Vaia's ass a light slap as she pulls out. She wipes the sweat from her brow, and turns her attention to Sash.
"Your turn, babe," she grins.
"Whaat!" Sash laughs nervously. "No way.... You're not serious, right?"
Rebeck grins wickedly. "It's a rule. You wake up in my bed, I have to claim your ass."
"I've never heard of this fucking rule!" Sash is getting a bit panicked. Rebeck might not be messing around, and she's big, and standing between Sash and the door.
Rebeck's smile grows. "That's cos I just made it up!"
"Please," Sash begs. "This isn't funny."
"No. But it's gonna be hot. And I told you I'd get you back."
Sash makes a break for it, but Rebeck catches her and chucks her back onto the bed. While Sash is winded, Rebeck swiftly removes Vaia's restraints.
"Sash is going to be difficult. Help me hold her down for it, slave."
"Yes, Mistress!" declares Vaia, giggling.
Sash doesn't stand any chance against both of them. The two restrain Sash, who finds herself bent over the bed, her arms pinned down by Vaia. Rebeck snaps the spreader bar onto her. Then Rebeck starts with a light spanking, which quickly becomes harder.
"Baby, please," Sash says to Vaia. "Don't help her! Aren't I good to you?"
Rebeck spanks her harder, laughing at the effort.
"I'm sorry, Sash." Vaia grins back at her, not looking sorry at all. "I have to obey my mistress!"
Sash struggles uselessly. She has to admit to herself though, all this rough handling has got her completely switched on.
"I think this one would be too big for her, don't you, Vaia?" Rebeck says, detaching the sticky, freshly-used dildo from her harness.
"I suppose so, Mistress," Vaia says thoughtfully.
Rebeck tosses it to Vaia. "Stick that in her mouth if she gets too gobby."
"Yuck! Please don't do that, Vaia!"
"Just be good, Sash," says the enthusiastic girl. "Make it easy for yourself, baby."
Sash can't help but start giggling. She's totally at the mercy of her two friends.
"What about this one, Vaia?" Rebeck asks, winking at her.
"Oh no, Mistress! Much too spiky!"
"The fuck?" shouts Sash. "No fair! I can't see!"
Rebeck chuckles at the way Vaia is playing along. It was just a typical example of her smaller cocks. She drops it, and picks up another one.
"How about this?"
Vaia makes a theatrical gasp. "You don't want to kill her, do you, Mistress!?"
Rebeck sighs as if disappointed. "I guess not."
Sash grinds her teeth. "Listen, Reb. Babe. Let's be real here. You know I hate this."
"Hmm, I don't know anything of the sort, Sash," Rebeck muses. "I do remember you being very firm in refusing to take it up the ass as often as I wanted to dish it out. Before kindly offering to help me find girls who would."
"Exactly!" Sash seizes on it. "Aren't I your best friend, babe? You wouldn't have Vaia here without me, would you? That's why I know you're just messing with me here."
Rebeck laughs and gropes her best friend's ass. "I also remember the way you moaned when I
did
fuck your hot little ass. How good you kept saying it was. Not to mention that we never stopped doing it completely, did we?"
"Damn, Reb, don't let Vaia know that!"
