Watch your back at night.

The gym leader needed an escape. Anything to help her forget her past choices. Maybe even forget how lonely it gets at night. With only her mp3 player and pokemon nearby.

She'd even sort herself out every now and then.

But it turned out that tonight wasn't a night any of the usual things helped.

Flannery could be found sitting at a bar already two or so drinks in with her make-up a little runny. Her outfit was pretty hot,as it barely covered her ass or tits.

The young gym leader was even wearing tigh high boots with a little bit of a heel that matched the rest of her outfit. She took a deep breath and used the heel of her hand to clean up some of the makeup off her face.

Seems like she's been crying..?

Joe stumbled upon a bar and decided to head inside and see what it was like. Upon looking around, he found a familiar redhead, one he knew with that kind of hair, Flannery. She was in quite a revealing outfit and went over to her, sitting beside her. He gently looked over, seeing the messy make up and the tear streaks. He wondered what happened to her. “Hey there Flan, you doing alright?” He asked as he wondered why she was here.

She was stirring her drink before looking up at the source of the voice. Flannery gave a faint smile before drinking more of her drink.

"Nope. But, I doubt you wanna hear anything from someone who dresses and acts like a slut."

“Try me.” He said as he did want to hear what she had to say, excluding what she wore. He smiled back, a smile of reassurance that he did in fact want to hear what was going on in her mind. “I do want to hear what’s on your mind Flan, trust me.”

She snorted slightly. "Ya might wanna take a seat. Its..quite the shit show." Flannery warned him.

He took a seat next to her and turned his seat to face her, giving Flannery his undivided attention. “Let’s hear it then.”

She sighs softly as she slowly stirs her drink with clear straw inside the cup.

"...I wanted to try something a bit new. Something that..might..help me with my um sexual problems. But,I got stood up and well..called some pretty bad stuff over a text. Was supposed to..,"She sniffles a bit,"..go over basic limits and stuff. Maybe even see if we vibe better in person but..heh..guess I don't have to worry 'bout that now!"

Flannery confessed before drinking more of the liquor in her glass. It was fruity but...it sure was making her a little light headed.

He listened to Flannery and knew what she was going on about. He gave a nod and turned to her again. He had an idea and wondered what she would think of it. “I see, well, I have an idea. What if I stepped in? Helped you with what you need help with?” He thought he would be able to help her in someway if he was the one instead of the guy that stood her up. Perhaps he would be able to help with her sexual problems. “I’m definitely willing to help Flan.”

He looked at her drink for a moment. “What are you drinking?”

The gym leader needed an escape. Anything to help her forget her past choices. Maybe even forget how lonely it gets at night. With only her mp3 player and pokemon nearby.

She'd even sort herself out every now and then.

But it turned out that tonight wasn't a night any of the usual things helped.

Flannery could be found sitting at a bar already two or so drinks in with her make-up a little runny. Her outfit was pretty hot,as it barely covered her ass or tits.

The young gym leader was even wearing tigh high boots with a little bit of a heel that matched the rest of her outfit. She took a deep breath and used the heel of her hand to clean up some of the makeup off her face.

Seems like she's been crying..?

Joe stumbled upon a bar and decided to head inside and see what it was like. Upon looking around, he found a familiar redhead, one he knew with that kind of hair, Flannery. She was in quite a revealing outfit and went over to her, sitting beside her. He gently looked over, seeing the messy make up and the tear streaks. He wondered what happened to her. “Hey there Flan, you doing alright?” He asked as he wondered why she was here.

She was stirring her drink before looking up at the source of the voice. Flannery gave a faint smile before drinking more of her drink.

"Nope. But, I doubt you wanna hear anything from someone who dresses and acts like a slut."

“Try me.” He said as he did want to hear what she had to say, excluding what she wore. He smiled back, a smile of reassurance that he did in fact want to hear what was going on in her mind. “I do want to hear what’s on your mind Flan, trust me.”

She snorted slightly. "Ya might wanna take a seat. Its..quite the shit show." Flannery warned him.

He took a seat next to her and turned his seat to face her, giving Flannery his undivided attention. “Let’s hear it then.”

The gym leader needed an escape. Anything to help her forget her past choices. Maybe even forget how lonely it gets at night. With only her mp3 player and pokemon nearby.

She'd even sort herself out every now and then.

But it turned out that tonight wasn't a night any of the usual things helped.

Flannery could be found sitting at a bar already two or so drinks in with her make-up a little runny. Her outfit was pretty hot,as it barely covered her ass or tits.

The young gym leader was even wearing tigh high boots with a little bit of a heel that matched the rest of her outfit. She took a deep breath and used the heel of her hand to clean up some of the makeup off her face.

Seems like she's been crying..?

Joe stumbled upon a bar and decided to head inside and see what it was like. Upon looking around, he found a familiar redhead, one he knew with that kind of hair, Flannery. She was in quite a revealing outfit and went over to her, sitting beside her. He gently looked over, seeing the messy make up and the tear streaks. He wondered what happened to her. “Hey there Flan, you doing alright?” He asked as he wondered why she was here.

She was stirring her drink before looking up at the source of the voice. Flannery gave a faint smile before drinking more of her drink.

"Nope. But, I doubt you wanna hear anything from someone who dresses and acts like a slut."

“Try me.” He said as he did want to hear what she had to say, excluding what she wore. He smiled back, a smile of reassurance that he did in fact want to hear what was going on in her mind. “I do want to hear what’s on your mind Flan, trust me.”

The gym leader needed an escape. Anything to help her forget her past choices. Maybe even forget how lonely it gets at night. With only her mp3 player and pokemon nearby.

She'd even sort herself out every now and then.

But it turned out that tonight wasn't a night any of the usual things helped.

Flannery could be found sitting at a bar already two or so drinks in with her make-up a little runny. Her outfit was pretty hot,as it barely covered her ass or tits.

The young gym leader was even wearing tigh high boots with a little bit of a heel that matched the rest of her outfit. She took a deep breath and used the heel of her hand to clean up some of the makeup off her face.

Seems like she's been crying..?

Joe stumbled upon a bar and decided to head inside and see what it was like. Upon looking around, he found a familiar redhead, one he knew with that kind of hair, Flannery. She was in quite a revealing outfit and went over to her, sitting beside her. He gently looked over, seeing the messy make up and the tear streaks. He wondered what happened to her. “Hey there Flan, you doing alright?” He asked as he wondered why she was here.

“What a good girl Lacey.” He watched her jerk his cock off without his instruction, like he taught her to do. He removed his pants and tossed them aside. He knew she wanted to taste him, but not now, not yet, he would reward her soon enough, as long as she a good girl for him. His cock was rock hard in a matter of minutes, making sure to praise her for being his good girl. He kept his thumb in her mouth, letting her suck on it more, getting her mouth ready. “All the way.” He spoke, referring to his thumb, wanting her to take it all the way, envelop the entire thumb. He wondered when she would ask for something more.

Good girl.

The words echoed in Lacey’s head, filling it completely, as if it was enough to program herself to be the big-chested brunette bimbo she heard some of his friends describe her. She could feel how quickly he got hard for her, her hand pumping him despite the very obvious erection she had her fingers wrapped around. Then there was his finger, which he had slipped inside her mouth, and she took it as deep as she could, slowly, until she could take it all the way to the knuckle. Once she could, it was easy for her to bob her head up and down it, moaning and closing her eyes almost like she was sucking his cock already.

“Good girl Lacey.” He spoke again. “Both hands, use both hands.” She was doing good, but he wasn’t going to reward her yet, just a bit more. He would reward her eventually, but for now, his thumb pressed down on her tongue, playing with it. His free hand gently rested on her head, having her feel his fingers slowly grip her hair gently. But he was waiting, waiting for her to open her mouth wide with her tongue out and crossed eyed, waiting to take his cock down her throat like the good girl she was.

“That’s right my little bird, keep singing for me.” His efforts refused to cease, his cock pounding up into her relentlessly while his thumb played with her clit. His shaft began to hit every right spot within Adrianna while his other hand went up to her neck, gripping it gently, but with a little bit of pressure to give her the feeling of his hand around her neck. “Go on my little bird, cum for me.” He spoke softly to her ear, another line from the show they watched, well, no longer watching now as the show was irrelevant to what they were doing now. He knew season 2 would have more sex scenes to watch together and then imitate. Although, he much more planned for Adrianna when they would get back home.

“Y-yes,” she managed to gasp out even with his hand around her neck. With his permission finally given, she allowed herself to let go, for her orgasm to overwhelm and drip out of her pussy. Adrianna had hoped to wear a similar outfit from a scene in Spartacus, but she considered it was something for another day. Another fuck. It left her with something to look forward to, and the thought of having more of this, of that damn thick cock shoved balls deep in her needy cunt, sent a smaller orgasm ripping through her, her hips jerking and inadvertently keeping the base of his cock inside her. She could only imagine how much smaller his balls had gotten; he seemed to be shooting ropes and ropes of his cum right inside her womb.

She was right, he was shooting multiple ropes into her, playing it scene for scene in the shows they watched, with one hand on her breast and the other on her neck. “What a good little bird you are.” He planned to fuck like this again, but to Spartacus, a show they both enjoyed and with multiple scenes to choose from. He leaned more towards the scene with the masks, with her as a noble woman pounded into mercilessly. But that would be for another day. He soon let go of her and gently held her close to him. “You doing good Adrianna?” He asked her, shifting his tone from rough to soft.

“Yes, Joe.” He said as he never liked the word sir for him, at least not between them. Just Joe was fine enough for him unless he specifically wanted to be called sir. But he did as Lexi asked, picking her up and holding onto her while she wrapped her arms around him with her head on his shoulder. He began to walk towards their bathroom and wrapped Lexi’s legs around his waist for better support. Once in the bathroom, he turned on the shower and while he waited for the water to warm up, he had an idea, the top part of his cock was brushing against her entrance, he could easily slip into her and go again, he hoped Lexi realized this too.

“Yes Joe,” she echoed, smiling and having her face almost pressed against the side of his neck. Once they were in the bathroom, she was already anticipating the warm spray of water from the showerhead, but she ended up feeling something else. She knew what he was doing from the first ‘accidental’ brush of his cockhead over her pussy, but she didn’t actively encourage it. Nor did she put up a word of protest or try to stop him, which was a big hint that she wouldn’t have minded if he started fucking her in the shower, too. She just hoped that he wouldn’t mind her letting him do all the work this time, not when her legs still felt numb.

He knew that he was going to do most of the work, which was fine for him as he planned on make her legs numb as much as possible. But he also knew that after this session, it would be time for cuddles as there was a need for both rough and soft and not just one only. The tip brushed over her pussy again and again. “The next game is starting Lexi, it’s going to be harder than before.” He said as pushed into her, but only pushing in the tip. “Ready?” He asked as he let gravity take over and let her slowly sink down onto his cock.

“Just keep the thing vented properly, don’t want to get burnt when you overheat your gun, plasma weapons of the covenant do that.” He took the lead and walked ahead of her, he had a motion tracker so he would know if Autumn was to go somewhere else despite him not looking back to check on her. When your only friend is a Spartan super soldier weighing half a metric ton, it was a welcomed friend in hostile territory.

Despite killing a few covenant soldiers, no alarm was triggered, yet. It was while walking through the halls did Autumn get to look at the Spartan up close, one of humanity’s greatest achievements. His path was leading them to a hanger, hopefully it had a vehicle or something instead of walking all day. “If all goes well, we’ll be out of here without them knowing, worst case, it’s a shootout.”

The pelican above the building could be heard landing on the roof and the all familiar sound of heavy metal boots across the roof and the front door of their base. Distant gunfire was heard as her colleagues were gunned down by the Spartans, they were no match for genetically augmented super soldiers. They cleared the building quickly until they reached one last room. This was the room Autumn was in and now she had both Spartans above and in front of the door that separated them. “Attention all rebels, you’ve lost this battle, come with your hands up and peacefully and none of you will be shot, failure to comply will result in death.” A Spartan called out, giving a chance at less bloodshed before wiping them out completely.

Autumn winced and grimaced at the sound of gunfire and the pained, final screams of her comrades. It hurt, but she supposed they all knew the risks. She also made it a habit not to grow too close to anyone. Not after she first joined as just a rookie… and lost someone that was dear to her. From then on, Autumn treaded carefully when it came to ‘befriending’ others. Damn these Spartans, damn them for existing, for snuffing out people who thought differently. The tattooed woman assumed most of the rebels she came with were dead, or would be soon. She briefly snuck a glance at the utility belt that hung around her waist. 2 more grenades, just two. It wouldn’t be enough, the idea of trying to escape was almost laughable. And yet… Autumn swiftly grabbed one of the remaining two, pulled the pin and threw it towards the doors. Without giving it another thought, she made a dash for the window.

The grenades certainly slowed down the Spartans, but not by much, a mere distraction. Thanks to their advanced technology, their energy shields absorbed the blast from the grenade and a flurry of gunfire erupted, the rebels being put down by three of the four Spartans, the fourth one, a Spartan clad in red and dark gray with a sliver of gold for a visor, saw Autumn make her way for the window and charged after her, making quick work of the rebels and he was fast approaching Autumn.

Autumn didn’t bother looking back, she could already hear the heavy and fast approaching footsteps behind her. Spite and anger fueled her legs to keep on pumping, willing her body to move as fast as it could. She all but practically launched herself out the window, tumbling and rolling once she hit the ground. However, it only slowed her slightly before Autumn was making a break for the tree line nearby. If she could hide herself in the thicket, or at least by herself time by laying low, that would be good enough for her. The tattooed woman just needed to make it back to a rebel base, then she’d have the chance of fighting off her pursuer if it was only him racing after her. Autumn knew she didn’t stand much of a chance against a Spartan, not when most of her gear was back at camp. A foolish decision really, but she had been told to pack light for the mission she and the others had been assigned. Fools…. They were fools.

Unfortunately for her, the Spartan chasing her was not only hot on her tail, but also had an onboard A.I. to help him. The A.I. marked out her footsteps and drew his sidearm. He walked slowly and when he turned the corner, found the little rebel by herself. “Don’t think about running again, you can’t outrun me.” His gun aimed directly at her. He would have shot her immediately, but they needed someone to be interrogated by the UNSC. “Up, on your feet.” The Spartan clad in red and dark gray was imposing, over seven feet tall when she got to see one up close, a tower of armor and the best the UNSC had to offer. To get her to cooperate, he holstered his sidearm and took out his rifle on his back. “They’ll want to ask you some questions.”

The punk woman froze, like a deer caught in headlights. Her heart beat rapidly in her chest, and for a brief moment, an all too familiar sense of fear ignited in her brain. Autumn cursed to herself mentally, wondering if she should just put a bullet in her own brain before he had the chance. Though, she came to the conclusion that they’d mark her a coward if she did so. The tattooed rebel slowly turned to face the intimidating Spartan that stood before her, aiming lethally in her direction. She assumed she looked like a scared animal, and she hated it. Autumn could handle anything that was thrown at her, but still didn’t want to have to deal what they might have in store for her.

Autumn sighed exasperatedly in response, raising her arms as she did was told. “They’ll end up killing me before I ever talk.” The tattooed woman stated in defiance as her dull green eyes narrowed “So it’ll be a waste of time either way.” The green-haired rebel added as she was internally already to plan out some kind of escape. Or at least die trying, and go down in some kind of blaze of glory.”

“That’ll be for them to decide, not me.” He said as he placed his hand on her shoulder and started walking back to the building she jumped out of. A few moments later and a pelican was overhead, the engines roared as it landed near them and opened the back of it, the other Spartans waited for the other member and her to climb aboard. Once both inside, he sat her down and sat across from her. The pelican started its flight back to base.

However, that would have happened until an alarm blared out. The other Spartans rushed the cockpit while he stayed and watched her. “It’s the Covenant!” What seemed like a matter of minutes, they were shot shown due to the surprise attack. What seemed like hours later, Autumn found herself not within a UNSC base, but a covenant one, locked up in chains, she must have blacked out during the flight.

Autumn gave a sneer as he took her shoulder and walked her back to which they came. She figured once they landed she could possibly make a break for it or some sort, wait for a distraction or for someone to let their guard down. The tattooed woman glared as the Spartan sat her down before proceeding to sit across from her. Now, all she could do was wait and attempt to calculate in her head the next steps she’d need to take to break free.

However, her scheming was interrupted as they were suddenly attacked. Her heart leapt in her chest as the Spartans announced her suspicions. Before she could attempt to formulate a plan, a sharp pain met her, and she couldn’t remember anything else. It wasn’t until Autumn awoke hours later in a covenant base, locked up in chains, did the situation dawn on her. Slight panic flooded her system as she realized what was going on, and the green-haired punk immediately began to search her surroundings. Anything, anything at all could possibly help her pick the lock or slip out. Autumn was already beginning to tug at her restraints, where the metal began to rub her skin raw, causing blood to slick her wrists.

A growl was heard from the distance, what appeared seemingly out of the shadows was a tall alien, even taller than the Spartans she saw not long ago. An Elite, it went over to her stood before her, shaking its head at her. It soon spoke to her, though it wasn’t easily translatable as it spoke its own language. “Silence, human.” It spoke in English, though it had great difficulty in doing so as English wasn’t its first language. It raised an arm and balled its hand into a fist. It looked like it was going to punch the tattooed woman before a gunshot was heard, striking the elite and the elite falling to the floor.

Familiar metal boots were heard, it was that gray and red Spartan that had captured her before hand with a covenant gun in his hands. He walked over to the elite before putting a few more shots into the head before looking back at the girl. He still looked the same despite a burn mark on his red armor. “This is getting old, me coming after you.”

Autumn’s eyes hardened, and grew cold as the Elite entered the room. She glared defiantly, but gritted her teeth as she braced herself. She could take a bit, but she’d need to recover quickly in order to yank free from the chains. The tattooed woman was so close…. She could feel it, just one last rough pull and she’d slip out.

However, her plan of action was interrupted as the Elite fell to the ground, dead. Autumn frowned in confusion, but pleased that the enemy was dead nevertheless. She only paused briefly to look up and see the cause of the alien’s death, only to find that it was her earlier captor.

Autumn’s annoyance only grew at her snarky remark. “I didn’t need your help.” She snapped, shooting darts with her olive, green eyes. The tattooed woman then proceeded to brace herself, before crudely pulling her mangled wrists free from her restraints. Her wrists would be fine, but would need to tend them soon. And the first step in doing that, was getting the fuck out this shit show. Once free, Autumn shot the Spartan a deadly look, silently challenging him if he tried anything.

“Look, if we BOTH get out of here alive. I’ll let you have the pleasure of capturing me all over again. But I’m getting the hell out of here.” The green-haired woman snarled “So either help me get us out of here. Or stay out of my way.”

“For once, I’m surprised that you managed to stay alive, not many snarl at an Elite and live to tell the tale.” He watched as she broke free of her containment, clearly they did a poor job. “Oh, so you’re asking for me help now? Well, you’d do well to stay with me, not everyone has a Spartan next to them.” He looked at her wrists and they were injured. She wasn’t that intimidating, more on par with a grunt. “Sit.” He placed a hand on her shoulder and motioned her to sit down for a moment. “You’re welcome to try something, but it isn’t going to work.” He tapped the side of his thigh and a capsule came out, he took it and opened it, he began to pour out some med gel on her wrists. “Here, this will help heal you, rub it in.”

He stood up and went over to a rack with various weapons and charging ports. He charged his storm rifle that he took from a previous encounter and once fully charged, removed it. He took another storm rifle and walked back to Autumn. "Here, you'll need this." He gave the plasma based weapon to her. “Hope you know how to use covenant weapons.”

He then waited a few moments for the A.I in his helmet to plot a course out of here. “Right, follow me and we’ll be out of here soon.” They need to escape the base, find a vehicle and figure out where they were and how to get back. He wasn’t a fan of having her under his watch, but two was better than one. @autumn-the-punk

starter for @night-stalker-joe from lacey

At first glance, his study seemed empty save for him sitting behind his desk. But there could be the faintest sound heard from beneath it: that of soft lips moving up and down a saliva-lubed c.ock as Lacey greedily swallowed his shaft and pulled it out, the faintest suck suck suck indicating that he wasn't alone.

To an ordinary person, he was by himself, but Joe knew he wasn’t alone, not with Lacey between his legs and under the desk, sucking away like he asked her to. Every now and then, he would place a hand down on her head and gently hold her at his base with his entire shaft down her throat for a few moments before letting her return to her work.

@siiinfully

The pelican above the building could be heard landing on the roof and the all familiar sound of heavy metal boots across the roof and the front door of their base. Distant gunfire was heard as her colleagues were gunned down by the Spartans, they were no match for genetically augmented super soldiers. They cleared the building quickly until they reached one last room. This was the room Autumn was in and now she had both Spartans above and in front of the door that separated them. “Attention all rebels, you’ve lost this battle, come with your hands up and peacefully and none of you will be shot, failure to comply will result in death.” A Spartan called out, giving a chance at less bloodshed before wiping them out completely.

Autumn winced and grimaced at the sound of gunfire and the pained, final screams of her comrades. It hurt, but she supposed they all knew the risks. She also made it a habit not to grow too close to anyone. Not after she first joined as just a rookie… and lost someone that was dear to her. From then on, Autumn treaded carefully when it came to ‘befriending’ others. Damn these Spartans, damn them for existing, for snuffing out people who thought differently. The tattooed woman assumed most of the rebels she came with were dead, or would be soon. She briefly snuck a glance at the utility belt that hung around her waist. 2 more grenades, just two. It wouldn’t be enough, the idea of trying to escape was almost laughable. And yet… Autumn swiftly grabbed one of the remaining two, pulled the pin and threw it towards the doors. Without giving it another thought, she made a dash for the window.

The grenades certainly slowed down the Spartans, but not by much, a mere distraction. Thanks to their advanced technology, their energy shields absorbed the blast from the grenade and a flurry of gunfire erupted, the rebels being put down by three of the four Spartans, the fourth one, a Spartan clad in red and dark gray with a sliver of gold for a visor, saw Autumn make her way for the window and charged after her, making quick work of the rebels and he was fast approaching Autumn.

Autumn didn’t bother looking back, she could already hear the heavy and fast approaching footsteps behind her. Spite and anger fueled her legs to keep on pumping, willing her body to move as fast as it could. She all but practically launched herself out the window, tumbling and rolling once she hit the ground. However, it only slowed her slightly before Autumn was making a break for the tree line nearby. If she could hide herself in the thicket, or at least by herself time by laying low, that would be good enough for her. The tattooed woman just needed to make it back to a rebel base, then she’d have the chance of fighting off her pursuer if it was only him racing after her. Autumn knew she didn’t stand much of a chance against a Spartan, not when most of her gear was back at camp. A foolish decision really, but she had been told to pack light for the mission she and the others had been assigned. Fools…. They were fools.

Unfortunately for her, the Spartan chasing her was not only hot on her tail, but also had an onboard A.I. to help him. The A.I. marked out her footsteps and drew his sidearm. He walked slowly and when he turned the corner, found the little rebel by herself. “Don’t think about running again, you can’t outrun me.” His gun aimed directly at her. He would have shot her immediately, but they needed someone to be interrogated by the UNSC. “Up, on your feet.” The Spartan clad in red and dark gray was imposing, over seven feet tall when she got to see one up close, a tower of armor and the best the UNSC had to offer. To get her to cooperate, he holstered his sidearm and took out his rifle on his back. “They’ll want to ask you some questions.”

The punk woman froze, like a deer caught in headlights. Her heart beat rapidly in her chest, and for a brief moment, an all too familiar sense of fear ignited in her brain. Autumn cursed to herself mentally, wondering if she should just put a bullet in her own brain before he had the chance. Though, she came to the conclusion that they’d mark her a coward if she did so. The tattooed rebel slowly turned to face the intimidating Spartan that stood before her, aiming lethally in her direction. She assumed she looked like a scared animal, and she hated it. Autumn could handle anything that was thrown at her, but still didn’t want to have to deal what they might have in store for her.

Autumn sighed exasperatedly in response, raising her arms as she did was told. “They’ll end up killing me before I ever talk.” The tattooed woman stated in defiance as her dull green eyes narrowed “So it’ll be a waste of time either way.” The green-haired rebel added as she was internally already to plan out some kind of escape. Or at least die trying, and go down in some kind of blaze of glory.”

“That’ll be for them to decide, not me.” He said as he placed his hand on her shoulder and started walking back to the building she jumped out of. A few moments later and a pelican was overhead, the engines roared as it landed near them and opened the back of it, the other Spartans waited for the other member and her to climb aboard. Once both inside, he sat her down and sat across from her. The pelican started its flight back to base.

However, that would have happened until an alarm blared out. The other Spartans rushed the cockpit while he stayed and watched her. “It’s the Covenant!” What seemed like a matter of minutes, they were shot shown due to the surprise attack. What seemed like hours later, Autumn found herself not within a UNSC base, but a covenant one, locked up in chains, she must have blacked out during the flight.

Autumn gave a sneer as he took her shoulder and walked her back to which they came. She figured once they landed she could possibly make a break for it or some sort, wait for a distraction or for someone to let their guard down. The tattooed woman glared as the Spartan sat her down before proceeding to sit across from her. Now, all she could do was wait and attempt to calculate in her head the next steps she’d need to take to break free.

However, her scheming was interrupted as they were suddenly attacked. Her heart leapt in her chest as the Spartans announced her suspicions. Before she could attempt to formulate a plan, a sharp pain met her, and she couldn’t remember anything else. It wasn’t until Autumn awoke hours later in a covenant base, locked up in chains, did the situation dawn on her. Slight panic flooded her system as she realized what was going on, and the green-haired punk immediately began to search her surroundings. Anything, anything at all could possibly help her pick the lock or slip out. Autumn was already beginning to tug at her restraints, where the metal began to rub her skin raw, causing blood to slick her wrists.

A growl was heard from the distance, what appeared seemingly out of the shadows was a tall alien, even taller than the Spartans she saw not long ago. An Elite, it went over to her stood before her, shaking its head at her. It soon spoke to her, though it wasn’t easily translatable as it spoke its own language. “Silence, human.” It spoke in English, though it had great difficulty in doing so as English wasn’t its first language. It raised an arm and balled its hand into a fist. It looked like it was going to punch the tattooed woman before a gunshot was heard, striking the elite and the elite falling to the floor.

Familiar metal boots were heard, it was that gray and red Spartan that had captured her before hand with a covenant gun in his hands. He walked over to the elite before putting a few more shots into the head before looking back at the girl. He still looked the same despite a burn mark on his red armor. “This is getting old, me coming after you.”

The pelican above the building could be heard landing on the roof and the all familiar sound of heavy metal boots across the roof and the front door of their base. Distant gunfire was heard as her colleagues were gunned down by the Spartans, they were no match for genetically augmented super soldiers. They cleared the building quickly until they reached one last room. This was the room Autumn was in and now she had both Spartans above and in front of the door that separated them. “Attention all rebels, you’ve lost this battle, come with your hands up and peacefully and none of you will be shot, failure to comply will result in death.” A Spartan called out, giving a chance at less bloodshed before wiping them out completely.

Autumn winced and grimaced at the sound of gunfire and the pained, final screams of her comrades. It hurt, but she supposed they all knew the risks. She also made it a habit not to grow too close to anyone. Not after she first joined as just a rookie… and lost someone that was dear to her. From then on, Autumn treaded carefully when it came to ‘befriending’ others. Damn these Spartans, damn them for existing, for snuffing out people who thought differently. The tattooed woman assumed most of the rebels she came with were dead, or would be soon. She briefly snuck a glance at the utility belt that hung around her waist. 2 more grenades, just two. It wouldn’t be enough, the idea of trying to escape was almost laughable. And yet… Autumn swiftly grabbed one of the remaining two, pulled the pin and threw it towards the doors. Without giving it another thought, she made a dash for the window.

The grenades certainly slowed down the Spartans, but not by much, a mere distraction. Thanks to their advanced technology, their energy shields absorbed the blast from the grenade and a flurry of gunfire erupted, the rebels being put down by three of the four Spartans, the fourth one, a Spartan clad in red and dark gray with a sliver of gold for a visor, saw Autumn make her way for the window and charged after her, making quick work of the rebels and he was fast approaching Autumn.

Autumn didn’t bother looking back, she could already hear the heavy and fast approaching footsteps behind her. Spite and anger fueled her legs to keep on pumping, willing her body to move as fast as it could. She all but practically launched herself out the window, tumbling and rolling once she hit the ground. However, it only slowed her slightly before Autumn was making a break for the tree line nearby. If she could hide herself in the thicket, or at least by herself time by laying low, that would be good enough for her. The tattooed woman just needed to make it back to a rebel base, then she’d have the chance of fighting off her pursuer if it was only him racing after her. Autumn knew she didn’t stand much of a chance against a Spartan, not when most of her gear was back at camp. A foolish decision really, but she had been told to pack light for the mission she and the others had been assigned. Fools…. They were fools.

Unfortunately for her, the Spartan chasing her was not only hot on her tail, but also had an onboard A.I. to help him. The A.I. marked out her footsteps and drew his sidearm. He walked slowly and when he turned the corner, found the little rebel by herself. “Don’t think about running again, you can’t outrun me.” His gun aimed directly at her. He would have shot her immediately, but they needed someone to be interrogated by the UNSC. “Up, on your feet.” The Spartan clad in red and dark gray was imposing, over seven feet tall when she got to see one up close, a tower of armor and the best the UNSC had to offer. To get her to cooperate, he holstered his sidearm and took out his rifle on his back. “They’ll want to ask you some questions.”

The punk woman froze, like a deer caught in headlights. Her heart beat rapidly in her chest, and for a brief moment, an all too familiar sense of fear ignited in her brain. Autumn cursed to herself mentally, wondering if she should just put a bullet in her own brain before he had the chance. Though, she came to the conclusion that they’d mark her a coward if she did so. The tattooed rebel slowly turned to face the intimidating Spartan that stood before her, aiming lethally in her direction. She assumed she looked like a scared animal, and she hated it. Autumn could handle anything that was thrown at her, but still didn’t want to have to deal what they might have in store for her.

Autumn sighed exasperatedly in response, raising her arms as she did was told. “They’ll end up killing me before I ever talk.” The tattooed woman stated in defiance as her dull green eyes narrowed “So it’ll be a waste of time either way.” The green-haired rebel added as she was internally already to plan out some kind of escape. Or at least die trying, and go down in some kind of blaze of glory.”

“That’ll be for them to decide, not me.” He said as he placed his hand on her shoulder and started walking back to the building she jumped out of. A few moments later and a pelican was overhead, the engines roared as it landed near them and opened the back of it, the other Spartans waited for the other member and her to climb aboard. Once both inside, he sat her down and sat across from her. The pelican started its flight back to base.

However, that would have happened until an alarm blared out. The other Spartans rushed the cockpit while he stayed and watched her. “It’s the Covenant!” What seemed like a matter of minutes, they were shot shown due to the surprise attack. What seemed like hours later, Autumn found herself not within a UNSC base, but a covenant one, locked up in chains, she must have blacked out during the flight.

The pelican above the building could be heard landing on the roof and the all familiar sound of heavy metal boots across the roof and the front door of their base. Distant gunfire was heard as her colleagues were gunned down by the Spartans, they were no match for genetically augmented super soldiers. They cleared the building quickly until they reached one last room. This was the room Autumn was in and now she had both Spartans above and in front of the door that separated them. “Attention all rebels, you’ve lost this battle, come with your hands up and peacefully and none of you will be shot, failure to comply will result in death.” A Spartan called out, giving a chance at less bloodshed before wiping them out completely.

Autumn winced and grimaced at the sound of gunfire and the pained, final screams of her comrades. It hurt, but she supposed they all knew the risks. She also made it a habit not to grow too close to anyone. Not after she first joined as just a rookie… and lost someone that was dear to her. From then on, Autumn treaded carefully when it came to ‘befriending’ others. Damn these Spartans, damn them for existing, for snuffing out people who thought differently. The tattooed woman assumed most of the rebels she came with were dead, or would be soon. She briefly snuck a glance at the utility belt that hung around her waist. 2 more grenades, just two. It wouldn’t be enough, the idea of trying to escape was almost laughable. And yet… Autumn swiftly grabbed one of the remaining two, pulled the pin and threw it towards the doors. Without giving it another thought, she made a dash for the window.

The grenades certainly slowed down the Spartans, but not by much, a mere distraction. Thanks to their advanced technology, their energy shields absorbed the blast from the grenade and a flurry of gunfire erupted, the rebels being put down by three of the four Spartans, the fourth one, a Spartan clad in red and dark gray with a sliver of gold for a visor, saw Autumn make her way for the window and charged after her, making quick work of the rebels and he was fast approaching Autumn.

Autumn didn’t bother looking back, she could already hear the heavy and fast approaching footsteps behind her. Spite and anger fueled her legs to keep on pumping, willing her body to move as fast as it could. She all but practically launched herself out the window, tumbling and rolling once she hit the ground. However, it only slowed her slightly before Autumn was making a break for the tree line nearby. If she could hide herself in the thicket, or at least by herself time by laying low, that would be good enough for her. The tattooed woman just needed to make it back to a rebel base, then she’d have the chance of fighting off her pursuer if it was only him racing after her. Autumn knew she didn’t stand much of a chance against a Spartan, not when most of her gear was back at camp. A foolish decision really, but she had been told to pack light for the mission she and the others had been assigned. Fools…. They were fools.

Unfortunately for her, the Spartan chasing her was not only hot on her tail, but also had an onboard A.I. to help him. The A.I. marked out her footsteps and drew his sidearm. He walked slowly and when he turned the corner, found the little rebel by herself. “Don’t think about running again, you can’t outrun me.” His gun aimed directly at her. He would have shot her immediately, but they needed someone to be interrogated by the UNSC. “Up, on your feet.” The Spartan clad in red and dark gray was imposing, over seven feet tall when she got to see one up close, a tower of armor and the best the UNSC had to offer. To get her to cooperate, he holstered his sidearm and took out his rifle on his back. “They’ll want to ask you some questions.”

The pelican above the building could be heard landing on the roof and the all familiar sound of heavy metal boots across the roof and the front door of their base. Distant gunfire was heard as her colleagues were gunned down by the Spartans, they were no match for genetically augmented super soldiers. They cleared the building quickly until they reached one last room. This was the room Autumn was in and now she had both Spartans above and in front of the door that separated them. “Attention all rebels, you’ve lost this battle, come with your hands up and peacefully and none of you will be shot, failure to comply will result in death.” A Spartan called out, giving a chance at less bloodshed before wiping them out completely.

Autumn winced and grimaced at the sound of gunfire and the pained, final screams of her comrades. It hurt, but she supposed they all knew the risks. She also made it a habit not to grow too close to anyone. Not after she first joined as just a rookie… and lost someone that was dear to her. From then on, Autumn treaded carefully when it came to ‘befriending’ others. Damn these Spartans, damn them for existing, for snuffing out people who thought differently. The tattooed woman assumed most of the rebels she came with were dead, or would be soon. She briefly snuck a glance at the utility belt that hung around her waist. 2 more grenades, just two. It wouldn’t be enough, the idea of trying to escape was almost laughable. And yet… Autumn swiftly grabbed one of the remaining two, pulled the pin and threw it towards the doors. Without giving it another thought, she made a dash for the window.

The grenades certainly slowed down the Spartans, but not by much, a mere distraction. Thanks to their advanced technology, their energy shields absorbed the blast from the grenade and a flurry of gunfire erupted, the rebels being put down by three of the four Spartans, the fourth one, a Spartan clad in red and dark gray with a sliver of gold for a visor, saw Autumn make her way for the window and charged after her, making quick work of the rebels and he was fast approaching Autumn.

The pelican above the building could be heard landing on the roof and the all familiar sound of heavy metal boots across the roof and the front door of their base. Distant gunfire was heard as her colleagues were gunned down by the Spartans, they were no match for genetically augmented super soldiers. They cleared the building quickly until they reached one last room. This was the room Autumn was in and now she had both Spartans above and in front of the door that separated them. “Attention all rebels, you’ve lost this battle, come with your hands up and peacefully and none of you will be shot, failure to comply will result in death.” A Spartan called out, giving a chance at less bloodshed before wiping them out completely.

Yang's eyes grew wide when Joe took over. With her legs in the air, she could see her pussy swallowing up his cock greedily. She could also see just how it pounded into her body.

"Fuck yeah!" She moaned out, crying out with each hit it buried deep inside of her cunt. "Fuck me hard! Wanna feel your cock for the next few days!"

He’d do more than just that, he’d pound her hard for the next few days so she’d feel him for the next few weeks. That said, he continued to pound into her, hitting sensitive spots within Yang to really get the pleasure going. He didn’t waste a single second as each moment was spent pounding into her.

Now he had Yang where he wanted her, in his grasp watching herself take the massive cock. “Place your hand below your stomach, feel me through your skin.” Yang could feel the fat tip move inside her with each thrust.

Yang did as told, even though the sparks of pleasure from each thrust started to make it hard for her to focus. She felt each time his fat cockhead buried itself deep inside of her like it was made to take her cunt. Rarely did someone with such a thick dick fuck her, and like this.

"Mmm, fuck.. I can feel you so far inside of me! Gonna leave me so full of your cum, going to be leaking it for days~"

Yang was left to just take his cock over and over again as he fucked and essentially used her body right now.

Speaking of which, he was getting close to his release, his shaft began to throb hard, letting her feel that he was getting close to his release, not to mention his thrusts were almost animalistic, rough, fast and merciless. Judging from all that, it was going to be a big one and he was getting ready to fill Yang.

“I’m close Yang, I’m close.” Though just because he was close didn’t mean they were done, he would take Yang in several more positions before they were done.

"Fill me up! Fill me up!" Yang begged him to do. She wanted him to spill all his cum inside of her cunt, letting it fill her up and even spill right back out of her. "Fuck, don't stop now! Need your cum in my pussy!"

She had grown desperate and wild for his cock. The pounding was draining away all rational thought from her head.

When Yang said that, he came hard, filling her up with load after load of his seed, filling her up. He refused to move until he was finished, Yang could see the shaft visibly pulsing with each pulse indicating another load pumping into her. This continued for several minutes before his orgasm died down, but that didn’t mean he was done with her.

“On your hands and knees Yang, time for another ride.” He said as he made no effort to remove himself and wanted to see if she could do so.

Yang moaned and came as well once his cock began to rapidly fill up her cunt. She let out a loud pleased moan as it continued to fill her up more and more. When it seemed like he was done, she got a bit of a breather to relax.

Then Joe wanted more.

With a flash of a grin, she pulled her hips up. Cum trickled out of her in streams down her legs. She then waddled a bit over and got down on the floor like a bitch in heat. Ass up and head down. Her cunt gaped and twitched for him. "Fill me up again~"

He moved into position, getting behind Yang and gripping his shaft by the base, slapping the thick meat against her bountiful ass, watching it ripple with each slap. He lined up and pushed into her in one motion, going all the way. He gave a moan of content before getting an idea. He reached down and gathered some of her long golden hair in his hand to grip and smirked at her.

“Show me what you can do Yang.” He wanted to see her fuck herself on his cock without any input from him. Oh he would fill her up again, but she would work for it this time. @roleplayingwomenoffun