Waiting in the junction, watching her dress fluttering in the dark, Emma found the heat and humidity sucking the energy out of her. She had been waiting for a while, worried about Leira, wondering if she had been caught or hurt. It wasn't until she finally saw her crawling out of the vent that she let the worry go for a moment before sensing difficulty in her movement.
"What happened? Are you alright?" Emma whispered urgently.
"Fell down a vent. Hit the floor fucking hard. Met some doc, gave me some shit for the pain. Explained what was going on and such." Leira was slow moving and badly bruised.
"I was worried about you."
"Thanks, girl. I'm hurt but I will be fine eventually. As soon as we get out of this shithole."
"That doctor going to help us?"
"Sorta. Like, he didn't say he would, but he knows enough about this place. I figure we force his hand and he will get over being scared really fucking quick. Said there was a radio upstairs as well."
"I think I saw it. But I don't think we can get to it with the vents. They didn't really lay them out conveniently."
"No, we need the others if we are gonna fight these fuckers."
"How? They have the collars."
"And we just have to rescue a human who can give them orders. We go get him, he can tell us how to take off the collars."
"You think you can do that?"
"I think you can. My back is really fucking sore, even with the meds he gave me, and I don't think it's gonna get better."
"But if there are soldiers guarding him..."
"Then we gotta be really careful. But I'm barely able to move myself. Not gonna be tackling some fucker like this. Of course, neither are you, but you are prolly better at being subtle than I am."
Emma couldn't really argue any specific point with Leira but still didn't like it. She moved behind Leira, who was facing away and resting with her arms on the wall to support herself. Sliding one hand over her back and the other between her legs. Leira spread her legs the moment she realised what was going on, letting her breasts swell to full size. Touching Leira the way she liked to touch herself, she moved her hand over Leira's back, slowly tracing the bruises. Although telling her body to heal was beyond her ability, telling the muscles to relax was almost as good. Leira quietly moaned as the pain drained from her back and pleasure spread forth from between her legs.
"Feeling better?" Emma whispered in her ear as she pushed harder on Leiras panties.
"Fuck yes. Keep going. Make me fucking cum," Leira whispered desperately.
"Not this time," Emma let go of her and backed away. "That would just tense you up again."
Leira turned around and sighed with a pout, "For a girl who doesn't like other girls, you are damn good at that."
"I've had a lot of practice with myself and it's what I need to do to avoid living here. Also, you're a friend in need so why not?"
"It's nice to have friends." Leira smiled.
"Yes, it is." Emma returned the smile.
"With benefits is better."
Emma shook her head, rolling her eyes with a smile, and started down towards the lower vent. Being rather more careful, they avoided the fall into the lab and found another drop at an angle that lead into a lavatory. Thankfully, someone had left the light on and Emma unlatched the vent cover. She was slowly crawling out when the door latch was suddenly making noise. Dashing to the wall where the door would cover her when it opened, she waited and hoped that Leira wouldn't come out or that he wouldn't notice the open vent.
Instead, he closed the door behind him and Emma could see herself in the mirror over the sink. Their eyes met in the mirror, and while he was distracted by the barely dressed elf, she rushed up behind him. Putting a hand on his back, his legs suddenly gave way causing him to fall to his knees. Emma guided his fall and bent him over the toilet. She put her hand on his head and shoved it in.
"Breathe deep." she whispered.
It was harder to control people when they were pumping adrenaline through their bodies, but one lungful of water meant she only had to counter his actions for a short while. Another lungful and he was still. His body fell back on the floor as Leira came out of the vent with a look of shock on her face.
"You killed him," she muttered.
Emma stomped on his chest. He suddenly sputtered and spewed the water out of his lungs onto the floor. As he recovered Emma drew his pistol and handed it to Leira as she took his knife. Holding it against his throat, she waited for him to realise his situation.
"Some people think that if you save someone's life, that life belongs to that person. Now, since I'm also the one who killed you I don't think that would apply, but either way your life is in my hands. So tell me, you going to do what I say? Or am I going to have to kill you again?"
"Damn, girl..." Leira muttered.
The guard, still sputtering water as he coughed, nodded his head. They got him to his feet, then Emma went to take a peek through the door. Suddenly it swung open.
"Hey dumbass what..." was all he said before he noticed the knife in his throat and the delicate elf hand holding it.
The body slumped to the floor. Emma was shocked in disbelief at what she had done. The drowning was a risk she knew but figured she could bring him back. This was unexpected, permanent. She felt numb. Leira pushed the prisoner past Emma and the body to the door to the lab so he couldn't see her reaction. Emma shuddered and looked away.
Leira pushed the prisoner towards the door, "Open it."
He turned the handle and opened the door, looking back at Leira, wondering if he would be killed right after.
"Again?! What are you... did you fall in the toilet or something?" Adler asked.
"Or something," Leira answered, pushing him further in the lab.
"What about the other one?" he asked.
"Dead. If you don't mind taking care of this one, I will go check on my friend."
Adler took the pistol as she offered it to him, and grinned madly as he looked at the guard who had been taunting him for a very long while. Leira left and returned to Emma, who was just outside the bathroom leaning against the wall and staring at the empty floor.
"All these fuckers deserve to die. Even if it's not in self-defense. One less to put a noose around later." Leira took Emma by the shoulders for a firm shake.
"I've seen people die before. Like, get shot or something. I always wondered why they needed to do that. Couldn't they just figure a way around their problems? But I knew right then that I didn't have time. The risk that he wouldn't listen was too great. If I didn't do anything then, then I wouldn't be able to do anything later."
"Look, this is all good shit to examine for one's mental health. But not right now. Like you said, don't do anything now, can't do it later. Well, we need to rescue the fuck out of our friends and ourselves right now. If we don't, then we can't later on. So shove that shit aside until we are safe. Then if you want to spend hours talking about it, I will totally fucking listen. Even if we don't fuck while doing it. Friends do that shit, right?"
Emma looked at Leira and nodded. Then nodded at the two rifles resting against a table the soldiers had been playing cards at. Leira went back to the lab.
"Strip that fucker naked and hope his shit fits you. We are getting out of here."
****
Hannah bounced as the truck rumbled over the dirt road, almost knocking her from her seat. A mild panic ensued as two soldiers burnt some fingers trying to keep the small stove from tipping or losing their soup.
"You two have heard of gloves, right?" Hannah scoffed.
"Yes, Ma'am. Got them right here in my pocket." The master chef replied sheepishly, putting them on before going back to keeping the soup stable for the next bump.
Another series of bumps pleasantly reminded Hannah of her favourite toy as it vibrated the man inside her in a similar way for a few moments. Her hips swayed on his lap as his hands held her mostly in place. She needed all the support she could get since her hands were busy pressing her breasts around the hard cock of the man standing in front of her. Watching it slide between her flesh mounds, Hannah kept her mouth open and ready. The truck suddenly came to a stop that almost sent the soup flying.
"Shit, they're gonna make us get out," said the man, suddenly pumping faster between her breasts.
He was working rapidly when they heard Gray call out, "Leftenant Hannah?" as he walked down the convoy of trucks.
He arrived at hers in time to see her wrapping her lips around the man finally relieved of his seed.
"Is she in that one sergeant?" The general called out.
After a pause that allowed Hannah to at least start buttoning up her jacket, he replied, "Yes, sir."
The man holding her hips bucked himself firmly to have his satisfaction as well and grunted at his release. Swallowing the last of it, Hannah pulled her mouth away and snatched a handkerchief from the hand of Grey as he offered her one. Cleaning her face and then between her legs as she stood up, she was helpfully assisted with her pants by the man she had been sitting on. Just as everything was fastened and both soldiers had stuffed themselves back in their own pants, the rear curtain opened up wide to reveal the general.
"My dear, I must apologise for not including you in my carriage." The general eyed her appreciatively.
"No worries, sir. Some men have more important matters to concern themselves with than where their lowly officers sit."
"Ah, true, but a lady such as yourself is never below the concern of a proper gentleman. Please, it is lunch time and I would hate to eat without you at my table."
"Ah well, I have already had something to eat..." Hannah looked down at the soup and the faces of the soldiers sitting, trying not to show anything on their face. "But I am sure you have much nobler fare to offer."