Copyright 2014 Lisa Summers
All characters depicted in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
No man saw the greatest conspiracy in history coming.
This is a story from that hidden, global war.
Chapter 1
"You've had a pretty tough month," Beth Hightower said sympathetically to Sloane Gamble, as the brown-haired girl sat up in bed checking her phone. Sloane didn't look up at first at her auburn-haired partner, and missed seeing the cup of coffee the twenty-five year old woman was offering her.
"Ummh, what..." Sloane murmured, and then looked up. "I thought I smelled coffee...for me?"
Her hopeful expression made Beth giggle. "So much for your 'extra-sensory abilities,'" she laughed. "But, yeah," she said as she handed the coffee to her twenty-two year old lover. "Be careful, it's hot - but you already knew that."
Sloane smiled. "It's only 'a better than random chance of perceiving the actions that someone else in the vicinity will be taking in the near future' - according to Pax Terra's scientists in Canberra, anyway. And, it only affects a small percentage of women who've been converted by Pax. I don't know if it happens to FIT women, though."
"Anyway, I was listening to you, and yeah it's been kind of a shitty month except for you," Sloane replied. "First, there was that husband that killed himself while we were taking away his wife. He just couldn't believe that she had poisoned his coffee every morning, he thought he was just 'coming down with something.'"
Sloane shook her head. "And then there was that mother that killed her two sons...geez. It's unbelievable what those FIT infected women are doing. And I think their virus is unstable, besides routinely making them kind of violent and psychotic."
Sloane looked at Beth, then down at her cup. "And I'm kind of worried that there might be a FIT mole in our office - besides Gretchen, I mean."
When she looked back at Beth, her eyes were moist. "And Gretchen...I didn't want to have to take her out, but when she infected my glass of wine at dinner with the FIT virus and had plans to do the whole office...I had to eliminate her." Beth looked sympathetic.
"You're supposed to get the confirmative toxicology results today, right? On the wine and the iced tea?"
"Yeah," Sloane replied. "That should be cut and dried, I'll get them from Leticia. Still, Gretchen...if only there was some way to save her, but she was a FIT woman all the way."
Beth held Sloane's hand. "You wanted to fuck her, didn't you."
Sloane smiled. "God, yes," she said. "I'm pretty sure it would have been fantastic, but when I flashed on her putting their virus in my drink while we were at her condo, I had no choice."
Beth sat on the bed next to the nearly nude twenty-two year old, shrugged and said, "And what am I thinking right now?" she asked, teasingly.
"I have no idea," Sloane said. "I only know what you're going to do, not what you're thinking. I do flash that you're going to be moaning very soon."
Beth laughed. "I don't think you needed your particular special ability to know that." She leaned in to kiss Sloane, and the two women melted together with the particular heat and passion found in women converted by the Pax Terra virus, an organism developed by an ill-fated researcher in Australia decades before, and which, along with a mutation, the FIT virus, had been slowly circling the globe and inevitably leading to a humankind made up of women who were exclusively lesbian, and a small number of women who were bisexual. As to how many men would survive this 'conversion' process, as both Pax Terra and FIT called it, that depended on which group was ultimately successful.
FIT, or more commonly, Family Interactions Therapists as their main organization was known, would eliminate all males and were believed to have developed a means of impregnating women without using sperm. Pax Terra, the group for which Sloane worked, had no quarrel with men but neither did they have much use for them. The two groups were engaged in a global war with each other to capture the souls and minds of all straight women - the source of all future membership for them both.
The war was entirely sub rosa, with very few men even aware that the groups existed, or that the future existence of males was in jeopardy. If not for the efforts of dedicated Pax Terra agents like Sloane Gamble, FIT would have won long ago and the world would be a much different place.
It is not inconceivable that perhaps 99% of men would be dead (or never born), with only exclusively gay males spared and a small 1% of straight males surviving as breeding stock - unless the rumored FIT breakthroughs in sperm replacement were true, in which case male elimination might be 100%.
To those men who may scoff, I refer you to the numerous cases of politicians and military leaders recently who have died in their sleep "of natural causes" - some as young as 32 years of age - with their wives going into "seclusion" afterwards with other women all with known connections to FIT.
But Sloane and Beth weren't concerned with these facts of global life now - all they wanted just then was to make love, and they did.
Coffee forgotten now, Sloane gently pushed her partner back onto the mattress, Beth's chest already rising and falling quickly as her heartbeat increased rapidly, her breathing becoming quicker and more shallow, chemicals pouring into her bloodstream turning her interests to the pleasure to be found in her body and that of her younger lover. She looked up at Sloane, her green eyes meeting Sloane's brown eyes, both women's gaze soft with love and lust.
The tip of Beth's tongue moistened her upper lip, a signal to her dominant lover of her immediate and initial need, to feel a woman's soft, warm lips on her own, a woman's wet and active tongue exploring her mouth and teasing her to greater sexual heights. Sloane responded by pressing her lips to Beth's, their breathing becoming mutual as they shared breath, moist warm air rushing from Beth's lungs into Sloane's, an intimate sharing of the life's breath of the two young women.
Sloane gently caressed Beth's arms, her fingertips lightly stroking the 25 year-old's bare arms below her tee shirt sleeve. Beth shivered with pleasure and reflexively pushed up with her hips, as Sloane continued kissing her. Sloane's hand teased down to Beth's hand, her index finger sensually caressing Beth's palm. Beth moaned into Sloane's mouth, and when she felt Sloane's saliva dripping onto her tongue, Beth orgasmed mildly, hot and sweet tingles of current pulsing out and away from her swelling clitoris and inside her pelvis throughout her hips, radiating into her thighs.
"Oh god," she moaned into Sloane's mouth, gulping the hot mixture of saliva from the two sapphic lovers.
Sloane pulled her face away from Beth's, smiling with pleasure that Beth had cum so quickly. Beth looked up at her lover's sweet, feminine face, her straight brown hair resting on Beth's chest just above her erect nipples, still covered by the thin cotton of Beth's red Manchester United tee shirt.
"Please, lick my pussy Sloane..." Beth moaned. "I need to feel you there."
Sloane responded by kissing Beth again, and then said, "All in good time, my love." Instead of devouring Beth's hot, wet pussy - something Sloane also desired immensely - she continued teasing the auburn haired nurse to further mild orgasms, nothing like the thundering orgasms that 'converted' women routinely enjoyed, but in the sum of things, perhaps even more enjoyable as they built the slim victim up to her own massive cataclysm of ecstasy sure to come.
Sloane's hand went to Beth's midriff. Her tee shirt had pulled up away from her gym shorts, exposing her pale stomach. Sloane's fingers teased Beth there, causing the girl to giggle as Sloane's touch alternated between sensual caress to tickling randomly. But soon enough Sloane's supple fingers slid along Beth's flat belly to the elastic waistband of her grey shorts, slipping under it and above Beth's mons.
To Sloane's great pleasure, she found that Beth had no panties on, as her fingertips slithered through the manicured postage stamp sized curls of Beth's tiny bush, to the heat and moisture radiating out of her slit. Sensing the bump of Beth's clitoral hood, Sloane altered her straight line course, her fingers slipping around her girlfriend's aroused clit, like a river's current diverting around a snag in the water.
Beth sighed as Sloane's fingertips lightly and barely skimmed along her labia, then around and along her hot, swollen flesh, her moisture seeping out to lubricate Sloane's touch, creamy vaginal fluid coating Sloane's fingers as she smoothly caressed her sweet lover's wet and dripping slit.
Beth groaned with passion, her right hand coming up to caress her own breasts through her shirt, her other hand roughly pulling Sloane's face to hers to kiss her more deeply, their mouths sloppily meeting, hot female saliva running down Beth's chin. Sloane became more aggressive, her middle finger boldly and rawly thrusting inside Beth's hot, silky pussy, Beth moaning as Sloane finger fucked her tight hole.
"God...yes" she moaned, her hips rising up to take Sloane deeper inside herself. Soon Sloane combined a second finger inside Beth's tiny cunt, the feel of Beth's hot cream on her digits exciting the brunette, as if her lover's moans were not enough. At that point, with both women losing control over their passion, Sloane's plan to tease her lover to numerous small orgasms simply fell apart. Neither could hold back their excitement.
Sloane groaned with desire and pulled her hand reluctantly from Beth's hot pleasure pit, but then immediately using both hands to quickly pull Beth's shorts off her full hips and towards her feet. While Beth furiously tried to finish the removal of her shorts and help free her imprisoned legs, Sloane threw off the sheet partially covering her own body, revealing her skimpy panties and bare breasts, the wet spot in the gusset of the panties betraying her excitement.
"Oh fuck baby, I've got to taste that hot fucking cunt of yours!" Sloane yelped, as she almost literally dove between Beth's legs, grabbing at Beth's bedraggled shorts and flinging them backwards behind her when they momentarily caught on Beth's right foot. But with that cloth barrier finally gone, both girls quickly parted Beth's legs, exposing her beautifully pink vaginal slit and puffy labia, the slight gleam of wet in her slit only making Sloane's mouth water even more.
