Quaranteam: Damaged Goods

This is a story set in the Quaranteam Universe created by CorruptingPower. It is strongly recommended that

you read at the very least the first half of the original work (and chapter 1) or it won't make sense. You should probably just read all his work and only come back when you're desperate for more.

My thanks to CorruptingPower for letting me play in his pool, and to the rest of the QT writers room for their input. Particularly The_Licentious_Laureate, BreakTheBar and AgathonWrites who has donated way too much of his time

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++++ Thurs 24th Sept 2020 ++++

Getting a second partner has taken longer than was originally planned. I understand there was a short delay while the results of the first round of pairings got analysed and then we started switching from the US database to our own which slowed things a bit. When she did arrive she was later in the day than I expected too.

I had spent all day on edge while working, and then didn't hear the door while I was spending the evening hunting through junk in the garage looking for tools to assemble new furniture. Pixie answered it and they came in behind me and I confess that, when I turned around, seeing them standing together nearly made me laugh out loud. Staff Sergeant Valerie Anderberg, formerly of the US Army, is a six foot three, twenty nine year old, blonde who could probably put Pixie in her pocket or play with her like a doll. I had to suppress a fit of giggles that I am sure would not have gone down well.

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"Hey babes," Pixie was still trying out every pet name for me she could think of until she found one that she liked. "I signed for a package. I didn't realise Amazon sold actual amazons." Pixie giggled at her own joke, she wasn't fully manic but I was watching her carefully.

"Hi," the amazon in question began with a raised eyebrow at Pixie and a handshake for me. "I'm Valerie. Please don't call me Valkyrie or I'll have to kill you."

"Wouldn't dream of it," I lied. That was exactly the first thought that had popped into my head. "I'm Steve and I assume Pix has introduced herself already? I'm afraid the notification system still has kinks to work out, so all I know about you is your name and that you'd be here today. Do you prefer Valerie or Val?"

"Val's fine. It's good to meet you." Conversation was stalling fast. "This is awkward, huh? How are you supposed to introduce yourself to someone you're going to ask to have sex with you?" She had an Alabama drawl that I could have listened to all day.

"If I figure that out, I'll let you know. Err... for now, why don't we start with a drink?" I waved in the general direction of the kitchen and Pixie led us through. "I don't drink coffee myself, but we've got a pod machine now thanks to Pix."

I looked her over more closely as we walked. She was dressed in loose fitting army style fatigues that mostly hid her figure, but she was clearly very fit; broad shouldered for a woman but not like a bodybuilder. She had strong features that no one was likely to call "pretty" but I certainly found her attractive. Statuesque maybe? I should probably look that word up before I use it. She had her pale blonde hair loose and longer than I would have expected for a military woman. As she turned to follow Pixie I caught a glimpse of dark red scarring from her collar up to her right ear. Then I was distracted following her extremely well-toned rear end through the house.

"It makes an ok latte if that's what you're into?" Pixie got cups for them while I grabbed a diet coke from the fridge.

"Thanks, that sounds good," she said, pulling up a stool next to the kitchen island. "It was a long drive even if I was only a passenger."

"Before we go on, I need to ask," a worrying idea had popped into my head. "Did you already get injected? Are you feeling... um... feeling ok? When they dropped Pixie off, she came in pretty... err... uncomfortable and with her motor running if you get me?"

"'Horny' is the word you're after," Pixie said with a leer. She held her hand over her mouth like she was whispering some secret to Val. "I was so wet, if I took my knickers off, you could have squeezed my head and used me as a water pistol."

"What an incredible way with words Pix, why haven't you written a novel yet?" I sighed through my facepalm. Pixie playfully flipped me off but, luckily, Val seemed amused.

"I'm fine for now thanks. We have a new protocol to cope with the Gemivax accelerated timeline. The short story is we repurposed coaches, took out some of the seats for space and loaded them up with onboard medical teams. They're driving around picking women up, doing the baseline tests while on the road and then injecting each patient when they're close to their destination. They're making it work, but all those pickups and dropoffs along the way make for a very long time to sit on a bus."

"At least someone's putting some thought into it, I had to drive four hours up the motorway with my legs crossed," Pixie laughed, setting the machine to work and sitting herself down a bit closer to Val than I think she was comfortable with.

"You said 'we' have a new protocol?" I asked. "Are you involved directly then?"

"I work for Averna now," she nodded. "Part of a team trying to set up an infrastructure to roll the vaccine out nationwide. It's still early days, but it was good to witness the effects of our work first hand. It's the best solution our planning sessions could come up with: low manpower, minimal time between injection and imprinting. We'll put local centres in place as we scale up, starting with cities, but no-one should be crossing their legs for hours from now on."

"So what made you choose honeybun here for a partner?" Pixie was barely holding back each question long enough to hear the answer to the last one.

"An eighty four percent match to start with, well above any of the other options," she looked my way like she was contemplating my face in real detail, "and I liked his eyes. Though I'm happy to say you're much better looking than your bio picture," she had a smile that completely changed her face, like the sun coming up. I couldn't help but smile back.

"I'm certainly no oil painting," I said, "and every photo of me seems to make me look like I'm having a stroke. Eighty four percent sounds pretty damn good though, we must have a few interests in common as well as the Averna professional connection. I know that makes a difference to the algorithm."

We made small talk while they drank their coffee. We quickly found that we had a similar taste in books and movies. She also seemed surprisingly keen to hear about the big collection of complicated board games in one of the bedrooms.

"What brings a G.I. Jane like you to this part of the world?" Pixie's subject changes were so abrupt they could give me whiplash. "Are you looking to settle down here permanently? How's that going to work with army life?"

"I'm not army any more. I got injured in Afghanistan and they discharged me as soon as I was upright again," the glowing smile evaporated completely and the world felt a little darker for it. "I broke up with my boyfriend and a British medic friend I met in a sandbox field hospital invited me over here for a vacation to get over it all." She looked so suddenly unsure of herself that I wanted to stop her, but the questions were important ones that needed answers. "Her parents got sick and she went to look after them the day before quarantine restrictions were announced; they closed down the airports and I wound up spending lockdown in limbo in her little apartment in Northampton. After a while I got to thinking about making a permanent move here, maybe making a fresh start. When the Averna opportunity fell into my lap it felt better than the big fat nothing that was waiting for me back home, so I said yes. The job and the quarantine got me a special circumstances extended visa and here I am; I was army logistics before so Averna thought I'd be able to talk shop with the Air Force people they were having to deal with."

"...and being Averna staff got you onto the list of easy marks for the trial," I said. "We're on the software team working on the matchmaker system. Civilians, and we don't work directly for Averna, but we've probably got a similar NDA."

"There's more..." her voice sounded resigned and tired, but I was sure I saw a flash of fear in her eyes; something totally out of place on her face. "I come with some baggage that you need to know about now in case it's a deal breaker." She breathed deeply as she stood up away from the island, bent over and rapped sharply on her own right leg. It thunked. "That injury I mentioned. It's not pretty. There's... scars... and some PTSD. Nightmares. I'm not always the best person to be around and my ex wasn't able to get past it. I could see it when he looked at me... it's not something I can explain but I need to be up front before we're chemically tied together. I know not everything is in the notice you should have had before I came." She was struggling to get her thoughts in order.

"Scars don't matter," I said. At first I was annoyed that she thought I would have a problem with a prosthetic leg, then I realised she'd meant the PTSD. Psychological scars. "And as for the rest... there's probably some things you need to know about us too while you can still make a run for it."

"I'm bipolar!" Pixie blurted out. She could see Val's fear of rejection too and it had her welling up with tears. The pain evident in Val's face had clearly stirred up the protective instincts in us both. "And he's got depression. We're no prizes. You can do better. You probably should go and do better, we wouldn't blame you."

"Oh," Val said, wrong footed by the sudden turnaround. She looked at me and I nodded confirmation. "Well that's... that's not a problem for me. It would be kind of hypocritical if it was. I'm in, if you'll have me?"

"Yes!" Pixie threw her arms around the much taller woman and hugged her as hard as she could. "She's staying!" she squealed as she ran out of the room. "We're keeping her! I'm taking your bag upstairs. Jesus, this thing's heavy! Did you pack bricks or something? You really didn't need to, I think we've got enough bricks," the rambling monologue receded into the distance accompanied by thumping and banging from what I assume was the suitcase full of bricks that she could only lift up the stairs one at a time.

"Pixie? Really?" Val asked me quietly.

"Oh yeah. It's even her real name"

"Well fuck me" she muttered, some of that smile returning.

"She will, if you let her. I can tell when she's attracted to someone and you definitely wouldn't have to ask twice."

We still had time to get to know each other a bit, like normal, social people. We gave Val a tour of the house and ordered pizzas. They took a while to show up, delivery drivers are probably scarce now, but Dominos wasn't about to let a little apocalypse disrupt their business. We had a few drinks while we talked and ate. She told us about her big military family back in Alabama and her decision to stay in the UK looking for a new life. Pixie told her stories about me back in university that somehow painted me in a much better light than I remembered. We talked a lot about how we thought the world was going to cope with the social changes the serum would bring. It was a lot like a date except it was in my house, and my other girlfriend was there, and we were expecting sex any minute. So like the weirdest first date I'd ever heard of. After a few hours it got harder to ignore Val's steadily increasing discomfort; her face was flushed and she shifted in her seat a lot. Showing far more tact than I would have expected but no subtlety at all, Pixie excused herself to "check in with work" and went into the office, leaving us alone. I put my drink down and went to sit on the sofa next to her.

"You can still change your mind about..." I started, but she interrupted me with a kiss.

"No, but you could if you don't want me. We have an emergency number to call if anything goes wrong." I kissed her back instead of answering. "Oh, thank god for that!" she breathed. "Because I was totally lying. I am about to rip your clothes off." We kissed again and, true to her word, she started pulling at my belt and shirt with growing urgency.

"Nope, wait," I said, stopping her. The panicked look on her face made me feel like a monster. "I've learned that lesson once already. We're going upstairs first." She laughed in nervous relief, grabbed me by my belt and started towing me towards the nearest bed.

I didn't miss my chance to grope her arse as she went up the stairs in front of me and headed for my bedroom. As we approached the bed, I put my arms around her from behind and pulled her back against me. Tilting her head she gave me access to kiss the left side of her neck and I nipped gently at her ear. I started unbuttoning her clothes from the top and she started from the bottom. Once her shirt was open I ran my hands across her chest, squeezing her breast through her bra. She undid her belt and I slid one hand straight down to her knickers.

I always enjoyed that position, though I'd never done it with a woman who was taller than me before. I had to stretch upwards even when she was slouching back into me. She could feel my excitement pressing against her back, my lips on her neck, one hand caressing her breasts and the other rubbing through her soaking wet underwear. She didn't know what to do with her hands at first; I had to lean away a little while she reached back and undid her bra. Then, as it dropped to the floor, she laid both hands on the backs of mine, guiding me.

She moaned with growing urgency and, when I thought she was ready, I moved to pull her fatigue pants down. She stopped me before I could, turned and put her hand on my chest to keep me still as she took a few steps away. Quickly stripping off her remaining clothes she stood up straight, almost at parade ground attention, and paused. So vulnerable and uncertain she looked like a different person.

The extent of the injuries she had mentioned earlier were obvious. Whatever had happened to her must have been terrible. It had taken her right leg above the knee and her left foot at the ankle. Her prosthetics were shiny and black with an articulated knee joint. It was impressive that she had been walking around without me suspecting how much she'd lost. There were what looked like surgical scars scattered across her body, including one across her right breast that pinched the skin and made her lovely C cups asymmetrical. Then there was the burn. Starting on what remained of her right leg, it went up her thigh and across her taut stomach stopping just short of her closely trimmed bush. I couldn't see from where I stood how much of her back was affected but I could see that it spread up her ribs to her armpit, along her shoulder, upper arm and up to her neck. It had healed in a mixture of dark red patches and that waxy, melted look that badly burned skin sometimes gets. Her hair fell back away from that side of her face and revealed her ear was missing a large chunk of cartilage.

She was frozen, holding her breath, waiting to see my first reaction. I felt like a wrong move from me now could utterly destroy her. So I made a point of looking down, slowly checking her out from scarred tits down to the toes she didn't have. I gave her what I really hoped was a lascivious grin, stripped off my own clothes and went in for another kiss; letting my dick speak for me. I must have gotten something right because the last of the tension finally faded away and her body melted against mine.

I sat her down on the edge of the bed and knelt at her feet. Kissing my way down her chest and stomach, a playful lick for her soaking wet pussy and on to her thigh. I let her guide my hands as I untied the straps on her leg and slipped it loose from the stump. The other foot was attached to a metal rod emerging from her ankle. She twisted it off and dropped it as I laid her down and kissed my way back up her inner thigh to her pussy. Running my tongue the length of her slit made her gasp but she pulled me up by my ears and kissed me again as we manoeuvred onto the bed with me resting on top of her. She was getting insistent as she grabbed my arse and pulled me towards her. She knew she couldn't cum naturally until the bonding completed and apparently didn't intend to wait.

The head of my cock slid across her skin and rubbed on her clit a few times. Excited but frustrated, she shifted her hips to change the angle and pulled me into her. Her initial quiet hum of pleasure suddenly became a long wailing scream as my precum set off her priming orgasm. Even if I had a hundred partners I'm sure that experience would never get old. Unable to wrap her legs around me, she locked me inside her with a bear hug that must have come close to cracking a few of my ribs. Her pussy convulsing around my shaft felt so good that I almost lost it at once. Her voice trailed off into a squeak as she ran out of breath and her body relaxed again. Squirming happily beneath me she smiled and panted as she nipped at my neck with her teeth. The missing part of her leg seemed to make it oddly difficult to get a rhythm going in missionary so I sat back up on my ankles, lifted her stump across in front of me and rolled her onto her side. Straddling her other leg I pushed into her again.

"Unnnh, that's fucking deep!" The first words she'd uttered since we got upstairs. "That's exactly what I need." I could feel her squeezing me with every thrust. Her tunnel gripped my cock until I had to work hard to move in and out. Taking advantage of this position, I could easily reach her clit with one hand and her arse with the other without slowing my pace. She responded vigorously.

"You like that?" I asked her, panting with exertion.

"Uh huh! Uh huh!" she nodded furiously, her eyes screwed shut. Squeezing her own nipple and holding on to the bed's headboard to stop me pushing her away from me. "More. Harder. Harder! I'm not fragile damn it, fucking break me in half!" she shouted.

"Yes Sarge!" I said as I did my best to comply and she howled her appreciation. My first thought was that I loved getting such definite feedback. My second thought was that Pixie would be in the office directly beneath us fingering herself furiously listening to this. My thumb found its way to the tight pucker of her arsehole and I pressed down. Her eyes flew open, stared into mine and she laughed deliriously. She still couldn't quite orgasm thanks to the serum but her deep grunts and the look of need on her face quickly pushed me over the edge. With a shudder of my own I blasted her insides with cum and her ensuing climax made her legs jerk so hard she nearly threw me off the bed. When she relaxed and I got my balance back she was out of it.

"Imprinting... Imprinting... Imprinting..."

I showered, tidied up our clothes and left both prosthetics where she could easily reach them. Settling into bed beside her I let the sound of her regular breathing lull me to sleep. At some point in the night I woke as Pixie joined us, cuddled up under my arm on the opposite side from Val. The first time I'd ever had two women in my bed and one of them didn't even know.

"Are you ok with this?" I asked Pixie.

"Yeah, I am," she said. "I was worried that I wouldn't want to share, but I like her a lot. I just hope she likes me back when she gets to know the real me." I couldn't have said it better myself.

++++ Fri 25th Sept 2020 ++++

Pixie is making more plans for the house. She seems to be better balanced today but she's latched on to decorating as a focus for her excess energy. I'm not sure if that's a good thing but at least it's easily manageable. She wants to start prepping the bedrooms for painting, but we'll need to get paint and more furniture before she can make real progress. Our bank accounts are getting another workout, but at least I think I've diverted her away from her latest ideas to demolish walls and convert the garage into what sounded like some kind of sex dungeon.