Chapter One
Drake wiped the sweat from his brow, keeping it from stinging his eyes. He couldn't hear the telltale hum from the sentry's engine, but he knew it was near, waiting for him to move. It was machine and he was man and in this game it had infinitely more patience than the tall refugee could ever hope to muster. That Drake knew, but what he didn't know was where it was hiding.
He shifted his blaster from his right hand to his left. Taking the opportunity to wipe his hands and check his ammunition. Almost empty, He thought to himself, And this fucking heat, can't even think straight. He spied a barrel at the end of the warehouse. He couldn't make out the name of the chemical stored in the drum, but he could see the "FLAMMABLE" warning on its side. That'll come in handy, now where is…ah-ha! Drake spotted the spheroid shape of the sentry in a dark corner. As his eyes focused he could make out the lens mounted on it's front and even the twin turbines that provided the droid with its incredible speed and maneuverability. I guess I should be thankful for the heat, Drake thought, without it, that thing's infrared would have me pegged by now.
Drake thought quickly now and devised a plan. He aimed carefully and fired at the barrel. It erupted into a ball of fire consuming the far end of the warehouse. Over the roar of the inferno, Drake could make out the sentry's engine's power up. He crouched defensively, gun pointed to the air. Fire alarms sounded, sprinklers deployed. Finally the spherical robot came into view. One, two blasts went up, ripping into each turbine engine. Gear ground, metal on metal screaming. Drake spun out of the way as the meter wide robot smashed into the floor.
"Alright!" he shouted. Drake glanced about, wiping his short brown hair out of his face. The sprinklers had subdued most of the fire and revealed a gaping hole in the wall. Not wanting to question fate, he made a mad dash for the opening and jumped through.
Drake landed roughly, but quickly regained his feet. He found himself in an abandoned alley. Past some dumpsters and crates he could make out a main thoroughfare. He headed in that direction attempting to spot a street sign or any landmark that may help him get oriented as to his location. Drake spotted The Dead Rat a seedy bar he'd known in his youth.
Parked in front of it was an odd assortment of hoverbikes and hovercars. One in particular caught his eye. It was jet black from top to bottom. He pocketed his blaster and walked over to admire it and blend in with the crowd. He ran a finger down the fuselage and admired its smooth lines, soft leather seat.
"Hey you fuck!" came a drunken voice.
Drake spun around to face a rather large and extremely intoxicated brute of a man.
"You fuckin' touch my bike again I'll have your balls fer it!"
In one motion, Drake had blaster in hand and its barrel up the brute's nose.
"Keys."
"Wha-what?"
"If you want to keep your face, give me the keys ugly." Drake sneered.
The brute fumbled for his keys and handed them over.
"Good boy, now turn around and walk away."
The brute hadn't even finished turning when Drake fired the engine up and fled the scene.
***
Halfway across town Drake came up to his destination. The repair lot was a mess of charred, melted, half-working and fully functional cars of every make imaginable. Drake slid his new bike into an empty space and honked the horn.
"Be with you in a sec!" came a husky voice from under one car.
Drake strode over and pulled the mechanic out from under the car. At first the young woman under the car looked shocked then surprised when she saw the man in black.
"Hey Spaz. Long time no see."
She stood up, pulling her cap off and shaking her blonde locks out.
"I'll say stranger." She grabbed him and kissed Drake roughly, tongue probing and licking his. She slid a hand down to his crotch and massaged his bulging mass. "I see you're still packing heat." She smiled wickedly.
"I need a place to hang low for a few days."
"What's it this time? Ah fuck never mind, I probably don't want to know. You can crash her as long as you like. There's only the one bed though."
He gripped the young mechanic's ass tightly. "Bed? What the hell would we use that for?"
"Damn I've missed you. Let's get you indoors and cleaned up."
"You look like you could use a shower yourself."
"K, if you insist."
Spaz led Drake inside and upstairs to her small apartment above the shop. Drake noticed she was wearing overalls and no shirt beneath it. She closed and locked the door as Drake tossed his bag and trench coat over it. His blaster to the table, then his attention to the young blonde nymph before him. He pulled her to him, re-igniting the kiss they had earlier. His hands found their way up and over her ass to the small of her back. Drake could feel his manhood swelling, ready to burst through his jeans. His hand undid the snaps to her overalls, pulling the top down to expose her pink, erect nipples. Each he devoured hungrily, nibbling and sucking each with rough passion.
"Oh gods Drake! Mmmm yeah. You like my titties don't you big boy."
Drake didn't speak, just reached down and pulled her shoes and socks off, then her denim overalls came completely off. Spaz dropped to her knees and undid Drake's belt and fly. Pulling his pants down, Drake's cock popped free, swollen and immense in size. Spaz gripped his tool with both hands and ran her tongue around the tip. Drake groaned with delight, knowing that Spaz's blow jobs were the stuff of legends. The young blonde kissed the very tip, then pressed his shaft passed her lips, over her tongue and down her throat. She eased his enormous length all the way in then began sucking and rolling her tongue about his cock. Drake could feel his knees go weak the sensations were so intense.
Spaz moved a free hand down to caress his balls, teasing them, churning them into a frenzy. Her other hand found its way to her public mound. Neatly trimmed, she found parting her lips and finding her clitoris easy. As she pumped the large man orally, she fingered her own pussy violently, as if racing both her and Drake's orgasms along. She groaned gutturally as her juices dripped off her legs and onto the floor, her fingers a blur over her cunt.
Drake lost his battle first. Spaz could feel his balls tense and readied herself for what was to come. Drake groaned and released his hot seamen down the blonde's throat, which she swallowed with delight. As her lover came, Spaz came too, her screams lost in a muffle as her mouth and throat were full of Drake's shaft and cum.
Both lovers collapsed in a heap on the floor, naked and semi-nude bodies tangled in a sweaty mess. Spaz licked her lips then rolled to Drake, kissing him deeply. They disengaged and dozed off both exhausted.
Drake awoke to the sound of running water. Peeling off his clothes he strode into the bathroom. Spaz was just getting in and getting wet. He paused to admire her body. Her legs were long and muscled, ass firm and tight. Flat stomach and hips that flared out only slightly. Her breasts were large and full, nipples and areolas bright pink. Her hair was long and light blonde, framing a small face and bright blue eyes.
Drake's erection had returned with a vengeance and he needed to do something about that. He pulled open the shower and stepped in. It wasn't large so both were cramped. Drake grabbed the soap and worked up lather across Spaz's belly, then up to her tits, under and around and over the large globes. He worked his way down then to her crotch rubbing deeply making Spaz's eyes roll back and lean into the wall. Drake then took the soap and rubbed himself, lathering his broad chest and soaping up his swollen, aching member.
He set the soap down and gripped the young nympho by the waist and lifted her up along the wall. Moving himself into place he skewered her on his swollen member, penetrating her fully until her hips came to rest on his. Spaz wrapped her arms around her lover's neck, reveling in the feel of his monstrous tool within her. With her legs pulled around Drake, the blonde mechanic pulled herself up and down, feeling his enormity thrust and stroke, pulling and stretching her cunt in ways she'd only imagined.
"Ooooh…I'm such a bad bad girl aren't I?"
Drake only smiled and pressed himself deeper into her. Spaz growled and pumped herself over him harder and harder. Her groans quickly became gasps and moans as she fucked herself into a frenzy.
"Uh uh, fuck yes. More! Yes! Fuck! Oh yes, yes, yes, yes, oh FUCK YES! Aaaaaaaaaaaah!!!"
She went limp into the wall as Drake took over the action, hammering her hard. She came to just as he shot his load into her belly. He pumped his wad with all his might, filling her tight hole and making it spill over. After several long moments, he pulled her off, cleaning them both.
They ate a small meal and headed for bed with dreams of a night of passions in their heads.