From pjurado@aol.com Sat Apr 12 23:39:02 1997
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Gen 13:  The Chase  by PJ  (M/F)
From: pjurado@aol.com (PJurado)
Date: 13 Apr 1997 03:39:02 GMT
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Gen 13:  The Chase
by PJ
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Warning.  Adult content.


	Two helicopters hovered over the smoking ruins of Ivana's jungle
installation.  The sun was rising to high noon as one of the choppers
descended into the main courtyard of the compound, disgorging a tall,
black-haired man and several men in military gear who formed a tight
perimeter around the whirring airship.

	"Where the fuck are they?" muttered Deacons before he checked the
load of his assault rifle.  "Maybe the fucking bitch is dead."

	"What a terrible thing to say," retorted Ivana as she emerged from
a cloud of smoke wearing dark sunglasses and carrying a thin cigarette in
her right hand.  Other survivors followed the slim, coldly beautiful
woman:  Kelly, the ork, Shepherd, and Roxanne.  

	"Sorry, maam," apologized Deacons quickly as he straightened to
attention.

	"That's 'sir', Deacs," corrected Ivana before she slammed her left
fist into his crotch.  Deacons groaned, clutching his damaged cock while
attempting to keep his weak legs upright.  Ivana climbed into the
helicopter, leaning forward to speak to the pilot.

	"Take us up, initiate an alpha search pattern of the region.  I'm
looking for Lynch and two girls.  There may be others with them, but
concentrate the scanners on gen-active signatures."

	"Yes, sir," acknowledged the pilot while he waited for a
staggering Deacons and Ivana's companions to enter the chopper and secure
the hatchway.  When the hatch snicked shut, the pilot pulled back his
stick, forcing the helicopter into the clear sky where both choppers began
a meticulous search of the jungle below.


	The sun's heat beat down on Lynch, Caitlin, and Sarah as they
walked north, towards the border and home.  Lynch led the group, cradling
his assault rifle while blazing a trail through the thick, clinging
foliage.  Caitlin followed the thin man, occasionally helping Sarah
navigate vines or other natural obstacles.  Sarah dragged behind, her body
weak and bruised from the severe rapes she endured while staying in
Ivana's dungeon.  The trio travelled all day, then as night fell, they
stopped near a small lake to rest for the night.  Lynch merely drank from
the lake and refilled the water bottles, then he stationed himself closeby
but out of sight while Cat and Sarah removed their sweat and filth-stained
clothes to take a long, relaxing bath in the clean, cool, water.  After
the two girls put on new clothes provided by Lynch:  khaki shorts, shirts,
and short, travel boots, they rejoined Lynch to enjoy a small meal of
travel rations and water.

	"When did Rachel leave?" asked Caitlin after dinner.

	"Last night.  She can't stand to be near people for very long,
it's too tempting for her," replied Lynch as he stared into the crackling
fire.

	"When do you think we'll reach the border?" asked Sarah softly.

	"If we keep good time, maybe a week," answered Lynch while he
looked up to watch Sarah with concern.  "Hopefully we'll be able to reach
a city and buy some faster transport out of here."

	Sarah grunted in response, curling within her blanket and huddling
close to the fire.  Lynch and Caitlin sat in silence, listening to the
many denizens of the jungle hunt and mate within the stygian darkness.

	With a shrill scream, Flare jumped out of the vegatation, her red
wings outspread as she slammed into Caitlin and tried to claw her belly
open with razor sharp talons.  Cat punched Flare twice in the face, then
kicked the demoness away with one long leg.  Flare twisted her lithe body
until she landed on her feet, then she hissed angrily, baring white,
dripping fangs before she charged Caitlin once more.  Lightning crackled
as Sarah extended her right arm, hurling blue bolts of electricity into
the red-skinned female.  Flare screamed in pain, wrapping her left wing
around her body to take the brunt of the lightning blast.  Lynch raised
his rifle, firing a long stream of bullets that tore Flare's wing to
bloody shreds.  As the demon woman staggered back, Caitlin snarled
angrily, jumping on top of her and pounding her fists into the prone
woman's body.  Bones snapped like dry wood, flesh mashed into a pulp as
Caitlin struck again and again with bloodlust.  With a roar of vengeful
hate, Cat picked up Flare's broken body, raised it over her head, and
hurled the pile of bloody flesh deep into the center of the lake.  The
cold water quickly devoured Flare's body, a few small, fading bubbles the
only sign of the demon woman's passing.

	"Are you okay?" asked Lynch as he walked forward, putting a
comforting arm over Caitlin's right shoulder.  The tall, red-haired girl
sobbed quietly, then turned to press herself against Lynch's hard chest,
her face buried in his shoulder as she hugged him tightly and cried
wretchedly.  Lynch held Caitlin lightly, uncertain how to react as the
muscled girl released her grief and despair upon him.  After many moments,
Cat released Lynch, sniffling loudly while brushing tears away with her
right arm.

	"I'm sorry, Mr. Lynch.  I didn't mean to embarrass you,"
apologized Caitlin as she stared at the ground.

	"That's alright.  You have every reason to cry, I would to if I
remembered how," soothed Lynch before he patted Cat on the shoulder, then
moved to resume his place near the fire.  Caitlin walked to her bedding,
wrapped herself up, then turned her back to the fire as Lynch watched over
both girls.  When Lynch could hear them both sleeping, he stood up and
left the camp, travelling a short distance down the lake's edge to watch
the stars.  The water was still and placid, no sign of Flare coming up
could be seen.  Sighing with relief, Lynch gazed upwards, searching a
clear, black sky for answers that weren't there.  Movement caught Lynch's
attention, he spun quickly at the noise to find Caitlin standing before
him, dressed only in an oversized sleeping shirt.

	"I couldn't sleep," replied Cat to Lynch's questioning gaze while
she drew closer to the older man.

	"You need your rest," admonished Lynch as he stared into Cat's
wide, clear, green eyes.

	"I feel fine," reassured Caitlin as she stood very close to Lynch,
her delicate hands extending out to rest on his chest.

	"Caitlin, we need to talk," began Lynch just before Caitlin shot
forward and kissed him lingeringly on the mouth.  The old man's eyes
widened in surprise, he tasted Caitlin's lips, found them soft and sweet,
like a ripe fruit.  Caitlin broke the embrace, running her tongue across
red-hued lips.

	"Make love to me, Mr. Lynch," breathed Cat in a husky voice.

	"No, Caitlin.  I'm old enough to be your father," protested Lynch
as he backed away from the softly panting girl.

	"Please!  I love you!" declared Caitlin with heated fervor before
she unbuttoned her nightshirt, letting it fall to the ground at her feet.

	John gasped in helpless admiration, gazing at Caitlin's large,
luscious breasts, flat stomach, and smooth, endless legs.

	"Make love to me!" begged Caitlin as she rushed forward again,
crushing her lips against John's astonished mouth.

	Slowly, unconsciously, Lynch slid his arms around Cat's shapely
waist, his returning kiss growing stronger in intensity as his hands
caressed the naked girl's lower back and ass.  Caitlin melted in his
embrace, her body pliant in his grasp as she devoured his mouth with her
own.  After kissing for an eternity, Caitlin pressed John softly to the
ground, then knelt inbetween his legs as she eagerly unzipped his pants. 
Lynch lay compliantly on the soft earth, disbelieving his own senses as he
watched a girl he considered his own daughter take his penis out and begin
licking it like a sex-starved prostitute.  Caitlin moaned with pleasure as
she licked up and down John's cock, relishing the taste of his meat as she
anointed the member with her saliva.  The cock grew erect and hard as
Caitlin rubbed her red lips across the tool's skin, her lips enfolding and
caressing the cock as her mouth slid up and down its length.  Lynch gasped
for breath, his senses burning as he felt Caitlin take his penis inside
her mouth and begin sucking deeply on it.  John couldn't believe that Cat
was taking his cock into her throat, her tongue sliding up and down his
shaft, tickling the head until pre-cum oozed out.  Caitlin's head bobbed
up and down as she sucked John's pole, her lips a wanton vice that
squeezed her lover's cock until it throbbed with building pressure.  

	Just before Lynch orgasmed, Caitlin stopped her laviscious mouth
action, crawling over John's prone form to kiss him passionately on the
lips.  John didn't hesitate to return Cat's kiss this time, their tongues
caressing each other as Caitlin's hands moved over John's chest, removing
his shirt to expose his flat, muscled chest.  Caitlin ceased kissing Lynch
to move down his neck, planting little kisses across his warm flesh as she
descended across his chest, then down his stomach until she reached his
waist.  Smiling mischieviously, Cat pulled off John's pants, then
straddled his crotch with her own.  Reaching under her thighs, Caitlin
carefully grabbed Lynch's cock, then slid the hard member into her moist
pussy.  She gasped with a hiss of breath as she felt the hard tool enter
her vagina, filling her womb with warm manmeat as her weight pushed the
penis deeply into her womanhood.  When her cunt pressed against John's
crotch, Caitlin began pumping her hips, her ass muscles clenching as she
forced Lynch's cock back and forth within her tight belly.  Man and girl
moaned in unison, their naked bodies writhing with erotic pleasure as Cat
thrust John's pole into her narrow fuckhole.  John reached upwards,
grasping Caitlin's large, bouncing breasts, then kneading them like rich,
soft dough, caressing the silky flesh with his questing fingers.  He slid
the wide nipples between his hands' fingers, pinching them until they grew
hard with arousal.  Caitlin groaned with ecstasy, pressing her hands over
John's, encouraging him to fondle her tits as she fucked his cock with all
of her might.  After riding Lynch's hardened penis, Caitlin dismounted,
her breasts heaving for air as she turned around, presenting her round ass
for John's pleasure.

	"Please, fuck me from behind," asked Caitlin while she wiggled her
ass invitingly.

	Panting for breath, his skin drenched in sweat, Lynch staggered
forward, grasping Caitlin's hips for support, then shoving his cock deep
into the red-haired girl's dripping pussy.  Cat moaned loudly, her fingers
digging into the dirt as Lynch pushed his pole deeper into her slick
vagina.

	"Yesss, oh yesss!" groaned Caitlin before she bit her lip, then
began pumping her ass to force her lover's cock farther into her hungry
womb.  John thrust back and forth, his rough hands caressing Caitlin's
smooth, silky ass cheeks, then running up her smooth, creamy back as she
thrust out her hips slutfully.  Lynch pulled Caitlin up by her shoulders,
pressing her body against his chest as he thrust into her cunt, his hands
reaching around to fondle and squeeze her huge tits while she panted like
a bitch in heat.  Cat took two of John's fingers, sucking lewdly on them
as his cock slid into her pussy, filling her belly with his engorged shaft
until she was burning with an approaching orgasm.

	"John, I'm going to cum!" panted Caitlin as she leaned against
Lynch's strong body, her breasts ripe and pert in the man's caressing
hands as she pressed her ass against his hot crotch.  Caitlin fell forward
onto her hands and knees, her tits wiggling back and forth as Lynch's cock
slammed into her pussy, her ass a soft cushion until John orgasmed inside
her, hot seman shooting deeply into her stomach.  Caitlin groaned loudly,
her own orgasm filling her brain until it burst, sticky honey pouring from
her quivering cunt and down her firm, inner thighs.

	Caitlin and Lynch laid together by the lake, the cool water
lapping across their naked bodies as John hugged the red-maned girl close.

	"I don't know how we're going to explain this to Sarah," whispered
John into Caitlin's ear, his hands roaming across her stomach.

	"Don't.  Let's make this a secret just between you and me,"
suggested Caitlin as she merged her hands with John's, snuggling her soft,
warm body closer to John's hard, wiry frame.

	"Okay, we'll do it your way, again," smiled Lynch before he softly
kissed the back of Caitlin's neck.


	"This isn't working!" shouted Ivana as she sat away from the
scanner in disgust.  "Open a comm channel for me, I want to get everybody
out here:  DV8, my mercenaries, everybody."

	"Everyone?" asked Kelly uncertainly.

	"EVERYONE!!" screamed Ivana in frothing fury.
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