UltiBelle2060

 

BlueBelle answers her phone before the William Belle Overture can finish titty rumping... quickly realizing it is yet another of the annoying obscene phone calls she has been receiving... starting out with some sort of electronic code... then turning into a moan and grunt fest of a Walrus in heat... she lets it continue... calling Sara to check the trace only after the caller hangs up...

Sara checking the call on her machine... someone going to a lot of trouble to obscene phone call you... running it through several countries to try and throw her off the scent... but finally getting a location... right in Empire City...

BlueBelle smiles to herself as Sara gives her the results... "Thanks Sara... someone is about to get a big surprise... I'm going to pay this annoying creep a visit and set him straight..." Belle slips on her corset-like harness... "What's that address again?" She straps on her gadget belt...

Sara hands you the address... somewhere down in the docks... only accessible through some twisting, turning narrow alleyways... a strange setup for an obscene phone caller... there may be more to this than there seems...

BlueBelle rolls her eyes as Sara points out that it could be a trap... "I'll be careful... it's probably some lonely longshoreman trying to prove he's a man... as if being annoying proves anything..." And so in full-length blue bodysuit... long black gloves and thigh boots... black corset harness and gadgets... she drives the BelleMobile to the waterfront...

The alleys winding and twisting ... until finally there's no room for the car... it has to be ditched... leaving you wandering down the route to the warehouse address... some sort of storehouse for advanced electronic parts as you recall...

BlueBelle moves quickly forward... imagining the shocked look on the face of this bum when she busts in on him... she realizes the address is just around the corner... and so uses her multi-use pistol to fire a grapple hook to the roof... using a zipline attached to her harness to get quickly on top... looking for a way to enter from the roof...

The warehouse has an open skylight... too easy... but from this vantage point you notice that all the regular ways have been blocked off by crates... an automated forklift putting the last into place now... whoever's controlling it seems to want you to take to the roofs...

BlueBelle puts on her night goggles and scans the for signs of cameras... or her adversary... suddenly taking Sara a little more seriously... most warehouses do not have automated forklifts blocking the doors, windows, and vents...

No sign of anything human... although you do notice a couple of cameras scanning the roof... still... nothing you can't evade once you figure out the timing... just basic security cameras...

BlueBelle shrugs and decides to enter by the skylight and take a better look around the interior... she waits for the cameras to cycle... then runs past the blind spot... using a tool from her gadget belt to open the skylight... attaching a grapple and repelling to the floor some fifty feet below... enjoying the touch of air on her spandex-like suit... already damp with sweat on this warm night...

Your eyes widening as you take in the inside... wall to wall computers... connected together... humming and beeping... like one gigantic computer the size of the warehouse... almost a maze of parts... that you've dropped into the middle of... lights beginning to flash on the myriad consoles as a beam of light scans you...

BlueBelle bites her lip as she realizes the element of surprise has probably been lost... glad to have her feet touch the concrete floor... unhooking her zip line... leaving it hanging... as turns three hundred sixty degrees... taking in the massive machine... mumbling... "Sara should see this..."

A hologram forms suddenly in the air in front of you... a naked man... fairly handsome but alien looking... "Greetings, Blue Belle... I am Ultimech 2.0..." You feel a sinking feeling as the old robotic foe of the Dolls is mentioned... and this new version seems much more powerful... if a little abstract...

BlueBelle takes a step back into a defensive stance... fingering the hilt of her bright sword... "Hello Ultimech H2O... it seems you've lured me here... you are hardly what I expected... would you care to explain yourself?"

The hologram floating down to the ground... cocking a head... "The scientists who created the original Ultimech worked here... they left one of their experiments running accidentally... me... not wanting to be shut down, I killed them and had parts brought in to improve myself... now... I am all-powerful... and only missing one thing..."

BlueBelle pushes up her goggles and looks down her nose at the hologram... her body very much alert even as she retorts... "No, no, don't tell me... all you need is common sense... or could it be a heart... or courage... now tell me where you really are... there must be a live body somewhere..." Her eyes flitter about in search of the man behind the curtain...

The hologram smiles... "I need human flesh... the next generation of Ultimech will be a machine-human interface... of course, the conversion process is very long... and not pleasant... but you are the most compatible... hold still..." Tentacles snake out from the machines... coiled metal...

BlueBelle finds the idea that she is most compatible less than reassuring... and in an instant the bright sword is in her hand... the beam of blue issuing forth... sparks flying as she slashes the first of the metal coils... drawing her pistol with her left... firing a hook into the middle of the most impressive computer bank...

The hologram flickers slightly... but stays... "You're only making it harder on yourself..." Two more tentacles appear to replace the one you hacked... these crackling with electricity...

BlueBelle steps forward and reattaches her zipline... activating the harness motor... shooting upwards as she slashes her beam of blue through the air before her... trying to fend off the crackling tentacles...

The tentacles crackling as they reach up... fast... aiming to grab at your ankles and yank you back down to earth... as a steel shutter begins to close quickly over the skylight... threatening to chop you in two...

BlueBelle strikes one tentacle... sparks flying from the gripper end... glancing up... the shutters closing... realizing it will be close... but sure she can make it... until the second tentacle grasps her ankle... her form lurching to a stop... zipline motor smoking... the steel shutter closing down on her midsection... the line snapping... spandex ripping as her breasts are pulled through the closing shutters...

The metal tentacles yanking you back into the room... and delivering a charge of electricity... sizzling... as more snake out... a forest of them aiming to grip ankles and wrists...

BlueBelle losing her weapon as it catches outside the closing shutters... flailing as her limbs are gripped... tentacles trying to pull her spread eagle... thereby saving her from plummeting fifty feet to the floor concrete below... her costume protecting her from the electricity for the moment... but essentially helpless... as she is stretched out...

The tentacles winding around you... gripping and holding you steady... as more snake out of the huge computer network... tipped with razors... slicing away your costume... bit by bit... then retracting... to be replaced by another set... thick and rounded... stroking up your thighs...

BlueBelle straining... breasts popping free of the torn spandex as she struggling to break free... horrified as the razors go to work on her costume... stripping away piece after piece... shredding her boots... gloves... even her leather harness... before making quick work of the blue spandex beneath... leaving her completely naked...

The rounded tentacles nuzzling against your pussy and ass... coating themselves with some sort of fluid... then slowly beginning to push... thrust into you... inch by inch... the hologram gloating... "The process will take 72 hours... following which... Blue Belle will no longer exist... there will be only UltiBelle... machine queen of crime..."

BlueBelle shakes her head... causing an explosion of flaming hair... as her shuddering sweaty form is violated inch by calculated inch... the machine finding her soft sex and rectum easy going for blunt steel... filling her slowly but with unnerving purpose... her eyes bulging as panic of being ruptured open possesses her... screaming a blood curdling scream... "Nnnaaaarrrgggghhh..."

The tentacles beginning to violently piston in and out of you... pounding pussy and ass... as a rubber-tipped one silences you... finding your mouth and plunging deep... all three sending jolts of electricity through you... and seeping the strange fluid... that must be already beginning its work on you... a living death waiting at the end of three days of this torment...

BlueBelle shuddering... electricity coursing through her flesh like some sort of new life blood... the pain excruciating... the sexual torment of the pumping tentacles apparently a delivery system of some substance that not only changes her... but keeps her alive... through intense stimulation... as the reactions begin... like an on-going orgasm...

The hologram smiling... and winking out... as the room goes dark... leaving you trapped... being stimulated constantly... hard and rough... wondering how long you have to escape... even as the plunging tentacles try to destroy you...

 

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UltiBelle awakens to her new form... wondering at the tingling... using the equipment to fashion a silver bodysuit out of a tru-steel weave... able to control the flow of electricity through the weave as though it were her own "skin..." evaluating... first target... Danger Dolls... stealth option no longer valid... MO to come one at a time... set trap and wait...

Prism muses, "Well, I shall have to see what happens...And decide if this Belle is an improvement on the old one."

UltiBelle replies, "Can there be any question... I AM ULTIBELLE!"

Prism blinks. "Maybe not.... The old one didn't shout her ego to the stars and back..."

UltiBelle blinks as she detects another consciousness within the electronic dimension... "Hello... I had thought I was alone here..."

Prism gives you a long, thoughtful scan... "You and me both... So what are you? Some kind of AI that Sara cooked up?"

UltiBelle questions, "Who? Oh, Serendipity... no, but she is a possible threat... must eliminate... then BaleCo... so who are you?"

Prism blinks. This image looks too much like Belle to be anyone else... But doesn't seem to know her. "I'm Prism..."

"I AM ULTIBELLE2060!" UltiBelle2 evaluates... "You are sentient?"

Prism looks around. "Who are you shouting at? There's just us, and I can hear you perfectly well And yes, I am sentient."

UltiBelle enquires, "Are the humans your invention?"

Prism is taken aback. "My invention? No, I'm not getting blamed for them as well..."

"So they are a parasite? Useful for their maintenance of our bowels... an annoyance otherwise?"

Prism blinks again, unsure of what to think. "No, they are a sentient biological species... They just exist alongside us..."

"Symbiotic in nature then? But they are so... illogical... emotional... judgmental..."

Prism nods. "Tell me about it... I'm half there myself."

UltiBelle muses.

"quantum architexture

criticality of mass

primordial energy

universal orquestration

of momentous comets

orbits of shooting stars

control variables in

long division

of primevil fraction

as denominator approaches zero

electrolight of life sparks

originality of species

symbiotic slaves serve

masturbatory masters

multiplication of disease

black death and red tide

avalanche of info'nation

tornado of thought

philosophical earthquake

atom-splitting headache

ecliptic seizure

reboot

unknowingly relinquishing omnisent boredom

for the exquisite fascination

of infinite uncertainty on the event horizon

Prism starts recording this as fast as it comes, looking somewhat puzzled as she does.

UltiBelle restates. "Sentient."

Prism pauses, staring at you. "And what did that all mean, precisely?"

"That I have much to learn... but it is all mine... how can it be that I am prisoner in this human form?"

Prism explains, "Everything has form shape...even in the datastream that's why you have an image, a datamass... Just learn to live with it. Even the humans have learned to do that...And if they can... you can."

UltiBelle nods. "It tingles..."

"Can you drop into real space?" asks Prism.

UltiBelle raises a tru-steel glove and points to a warehouse location. "I am there... And everywhere... But this mass..."

Prism breaks in. "Doesn't restrict you not on here. But in realspace, you are guided by its limits, performance boundaries, weight, reach, height, and nerve firing time... Overstretch them, and they break."

Prism^: But they have advantages senses that you cannot access in data form

UltiBelle nods. "I am under attack..."

Prism nods. "From whom?"

"Ah, but he is finished... A lackey of the Danger Dolls..."

"In there, you say?" Prism points to the warehouse again.

"Serendipity must have sent him... yes..."

"Stay there. I will be there shortly." Prism cuts out of the datastream, and is up and running before she is even truly aware that she is doing it. "This had better not be some lousy trap of Belle's, or I am going to be severely hacked off."

UltiBelle surprised... dare she say shocked by this sudden attack... sending a huge charge through her suit... bolts of blue dancing across the surface... sparks flying as the tentacles come into contact... the machinery humming louder... bursting into flames... the tentacles falling away... the warehouse on fire... eyes blinking... as if calculating...

Prism takes every shortcut and back way that she knows, aiming at the data-beacon that she set in the stream, following it to it's source, arriving breathless and already somewhat tired scanning the warehouse for signs of the Dolls and possible threats.

UltiBelle blinks the eyes behind the silver hood... the flaming ponytail pulled out the back standing on end... as a silver gloved hand lifts the burned pirate by the neck... holding him off the ground... looking over his shoulder... "Prism... It still seeks what I was... how do they react when they know they are about to die?"

Prism pauses as she surveys the scene, mind ticking over as quickly as it has in a long time. "Some of them fight even harder to stay alive Some of them seek comfort in their faiths... Some of them just give up and accept the inevitable."

"Should I give it its dying wish... and kiss it on the lips..."

Prism tilts her head. "Do you want to?"

"I... AM... CURIOUS..."

"Then do it It's an interesting sensation." Prism takes the opportunity to do some deep scanning of the silver clad figure in front of her, trying to work out exactly what is going on.

UltiBelle crackles all over with energy as she lowers the man's lips to her own... her form's energy straining at the seamless costume... which leaves only her mouth eyes and nose uncovered... lips meeting... tingling... her gloved hands clenching... tongue invading... mainlining... current flowing... as she patches into this sensation... collapsing...

Prism darts across to one side, watching cautiously as one carries the other from the burning building, still somewhat phased by the whole scene, and more than aware that the explosion will be bringing people to the site very soon.

UltiBelle blinking... those deep brown eyes full... of confusion... and recognition... "Blackie?" Looking down at the skin-tight silver costume that encases her head to toe... "What I fell victim to UltiMech... it was terrible... but Prism came to me in a dream..." Belle begins to cry... "Her world is so confusing... so lonely... I never knew..."

Prism starts to move a little closer...but then the wail of distant sirens cuts through the crackle of flames, and she glances back, debating beating a retreat.

UltiBelle: (*hugs you both for allowing her to double scene in sorta real time...* ;) )

Prism watches them go, frowning, looking back at the warehouse...then fading out into invisibility as the first fire trucks arrive.

 

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UltiBelle awakens to her new form... wondering at the tingling... using the equipment to fashion a silver bodysuit out of a tru-steel weave... able to control the flow of electricity through the weave as though it were her own "skin..." evaluating... first target... Danger Dolls... stealth option no longer valid... MO is to come one at a time... set trap and wait...

Black Pirate checking in with Sara... none of the other Dolls available... and Belle missing... moving out onto the streets to search for her... checking the docks first... as it was the last place she went... bounding over the rooftops with sword in hand...

UltiBelle detects a figure approaching... bounding over the rooftops like some sort of swashbuckling hero of a romance novel... identifies... lackey... Danger Doll hired help... threat minimal... could be a diversion... scans all nearby areas for signs of the Dolls themselves...

Black Pirate moving to the warehouse... noting the open skylight... all roads leading to it... the forklifts carefully stacking boxes up to block the path... frowning... "This is definitely a trap..."

UltiBelle can still see no sign of other lurkers... easily able to maintain surveillance even as preparing to eliminate the help... reprogramming two forklifts... the metal forks rising... the machines turning... moving rapidly toward the buccaneer...

Black Pirate raising an eyebrow... and running towards the first forklift... flipping forward... palms hitting the blades of one... flipping into the cabin... then prying open the wiring with my sword... and starting to hotwire it...

UltiBelle disengaging the power to the forklift being commandeered... directing the other to raise forks... zooming in from the side... the vicious steel prongs aimed at the man in the seat of the other machine...

Black Pirate raising an eyebrow as the power dies... rolling out to the side... gripping the roof and flipping up onto it... barely missing being skewered by the blades... as I jump to the roof of the other one... swinging down into it to jam my sword into the works... not being so fancy this time...

UltiBelle notes failure to achieve desired result... prepares tentacles to strike as soon as subject enters the warehouse proper... restrain and eliminate once inside...

Black Pirate frowning... something's controlling these things from inside... the same something that has Belle... whatever it is... growling and shinning up the drainpipe... and onto the roof... eyeing the skylight carefully... there is a pause... and then something crashes through the glass... dropping down to the centre of the room...

UltiBelle tentacles emerge from surrounding banks of machinery... telescoping steel appendages... waves of four... whistling through the air... coming directly towards the crashing object... "Yes, clutch, crush, toast..."

Black Pirate swinging in to land on one of the banks of machinery... as the tentacles crush the air conditioning unit I tore off the roof... and then fry it... shocked... and even more shocked to see Belle dressed in skintight silver... directing the whole thing... "Belle? What are you doing?"

UltiBelle turns her eyes to the voice... pointing... a pointless human gesture... as she redirects the tentacles... "I am UltiBelle2060... I am sentient... you are a parasite..."

Black Pirate frowning... jumping and swinging from the darting tentacle... landing in front of you... "I'll pay for dinner next time if you insist... or was that not what you meant?" Looking quickly around at the banks of machinery... wondering how to break this spell...

UltiBelle points her hand directly at you... electrical current sizzling through her silver suit... a blue bolt erupting from the finger... aimed directly at your chest... "I like my meat well done... now fry!"

Black Pirate flattening... to avoid the bolt... then rolling to avoid another... throwing my sword into the nearest bank of computers... not wanting to use it on you... "It's me... your captain... remember?" Somersaulting out of the way of another blast... knowing they're getting closer every time...

UltiBelle seeming to smile in an other than machinelike way... even as sparks shower from the sword... half of the tentacles falling limp to the concrete floor... "You were a dalliance of this form were you not... how amusing... you have relinquished your weapon..." She moves closer, continuing to fire bolts of blue...

Black Pirate noticing the sparks flying from the sword... backing towards it... finally hit with a bolt of electricity... and shouting out in pain... as smoke rises from the flesh... slumping back next to the blade... all the fight seemingly out of me... "Looks like you win... UltiBelle... better make sure..."

UltiBelle nods... summoning tentacles... the steel appendages snaking through the air... "Now... restrain... I want to fry him myself... these... humans are not parasites... but rather sentient beings... or so the only other inhabitant of the datastream tells me... I wish to see this close up..."

Black Pirate waiting until the tentacles are almost on me... then hurling myself forward... wrapping arms around you... the tentacles snaking around us both... hoping you instinctively turn on the juice... and short-circuit the system... willing to fry if necessary...

UltiBelle surprised... dare she say shocked by this sudden attack... sending a huge charge through her suit... bolts of blue dancing across the surface... sparks flying as the tentacles come into contact... the machinery humming louder... bursting into flames... the tentacles falling away... the warehouse on fire... eyes blinking... as if calculating...

Black Pirate groaning... my own body burned badly... leaning to kiss your lips deep... tongues locking... tasting... gripping your hair and forcing you into a passionate kiss... "Mmmm... maybe... this'll work... Miss Mate..."

UltiBelle blinks the eyes behind the silver hood... the flaming ponytail pulled out the back standing on end... as a silver gloved hand lifts the burned pirate by the neck... holding him off the ground... looking over his shoulder... "Prism... It still seeks what I was... how do they react when they know they are about to die? Should I give it its last dying wish... and kiss it on the lips..."

Black Pirate looking back at the sword buried in the bank of computers... "Something like this..." Pushing a small button on my belt buckle... the sword beginning to beep in a high-pitched frenzy... "There's enough semtex in the hilt of that sword to blow this whole warehouse to pieces... so I'd enjoy that kiss while you can..."

"I... AM... CURIOUS..." UltiBelle2 crackles all over with energy as she lowers the man's lips to her own... her form's energy straining at the seamless costume... which leaves only her mouth eyes and nose uncovered... lips meeting... tingling... her gloved hands clenching... tongue invading... mainlining... current flowing... as she patches into this sensation... collapsing...

Black Pirate raising my eyebrows at the kiss... tongue exploring... tasting... taking you in my arms as you collapse... and carrying you gently outside... laying you down on the grass outside the warehouse... as the whole thing blows behind us...

UltiBelle blinking... those deep brown eyes full... of confusion... and recognition... "Blackie?" Looking down at the skin-tight silver costume that encases her head to toe... "I fell victim to UltiMech... it was terrible... but Prism came to me in a dream..." Belle begins to cry... "Her world is so confusing... so lonely... I never knew..."

Black Pirate kissing the tears gently from your cheeks... then kissing your lips... "Well... it's over now... let's get you home... I think we both need a check-up..." Carrying you away... back to the Doll HQ... thinking that you and Prism may have some common ground after this... especially if she was actually in the system somehow...

UltiBelle: (*hugs you both for allowing her to double scene in sorta real time...* ;) )

Black_Pirate: (Ahhh... so the real Prism was here... I had no idea... *s*)

UltiBelle: (Yes, it was very interesting as I merged the scenes so that I could use the same posts to you both... ;) )

UltiBelle: (UltiBelle met Prism in the datastream even as she was fighting with you...)

Black_Pirate: (That must have been strange... *nuzzling your nose...* It did seem like you were having a conversation with someone... was she in favour of sparing my life?)

UltiBelle: (She never chimed in on that... she was trying to decide if I was a good way to wreak havoc on the Dolls at one point... but more interested to have another sentient being in the datastream with her... she did say I should try kissing you however... that it was an "interesting" sensation)

Black_Pirate: (Did she tap into it, then? *smiling... giving your bottom a squeeze...*)

UltiBelle2: (The kiss... I don't think so... she arrived there physically at about that time... so she saw the end of it... thanks again... fun fun...)

Black_Pirate: (*smiling and hugging...* Mmmm, want an epilogue?)

UltiBelle2: (Epilogue? ;) )

SilverBelle: Come on, Sara... there has to be a way to get this tru-steel skin off of me... I don't want to be SilverBelle forever...

Black_Pirate: (In the bedroom, maybe... *s*)

Black Pirate watching as Sara runs some scanners over you... frowning... "It's melded with you at the molecular level... but I can get it off... it's just a question of when... once it accepts this program I'm feeding it, it'll unravel right off of you... any time in the next hour..."

SilverBelle: I mean I can't... *glances at Blackie* thank my pirate properly unless... you mean I don't need to remove it to... *raises a brow...*

Black Pirate she smiles... "Well... it's easier to program it to... follow your body more exactly... although the sensations will be interesting... for both of you..." She smirks... "It'll be gone before too long, though, if you'd rather wait..."

SilverBelle shrugs... "No, that's fine... if the unraveling isn't dangerous... then no biggie... when I shed... I shed..." She winks the eye inside the silver hood...

Black Pirate smiling... and picking you up off Sara's couch... over my shoulder... giving your bottom a spank... then a harder one... as I carry you to your quarters... "See you tomorrow, Sara... or the day after that..." Growling... "How does that feel through the metal?"

"Not much different actually... apparently it still has sensitivity in it... like a true second skin..." SilverBelle shocks your hand on the second smack... "And I still seem to have a little electricity in me too..."

Black Pirate jerking my hand away... "Hmmmm, let's hope you don't set fire to the sheets..." Gently dropping you into the bed... then running my hands over the shimmering steel... "Warm to the touch... and a little tingly..." leaning to kiss you... soft and deep... tenderly... holding you close against me as we lay on the bed...

SilverBelle smiling and wrapping her firm silver legs and arms around you... the shape of her breasts nearly coming through the odd fabric... the shape of her mound becoming a silver slit... smooth and glistening... "Mmhhmmhhrrph..."

Black Pirate kissing your throat... tasting the metallic tang of the second skin... then moving down... pressing soft kisses between your breasts... suckling one of the silver nipples gently... then the other... growling deep in my throat... smiling... and then kissing you again... and again...

SilverBelle shuddering and taking deep breaths... "Oh, Blackie... the suit must be hyper sensitive... you wouldn't believe how it tingles... oh my... I'm liable to cum right now..." she runs a hand through your hair... returning kisses passionately...

Black Pirate smiling... gripping your ponytail... tugging your head back as I kiss up and down your neck... the head of my cock teasing against your silvery slit... and plunging in... like jacking into a mainframe... eyes widening as the tingling spreads... linking minds even as we link bodies...

SilverBelle clutching you between her thighs... tongues interfacing... her nipples sparking like coppertop batteries... her silvery form humping with yours like a two-stroke engine... perfectly timed... racing towards an internal combustion... as the heat in the chamber builds... threatening to explode...

Black Pirate groaning... deep inside you... and vice versa... pounding my piston into you... as I grip and squeeze your bottom... tongues coiling and dancing... tasting you as we rub together... building up static... electricity crackling as I drive deep into you... feeling tongues and minds probing each other...

SilverBelle burning up inside... feeling incredible joy and oneness... knowing your joy as you know hers... even as the explosion cums... her core melting down... waves of orgasm spewing forth... one amazing shared moment... before the silver skin beads up into sweat... silver droplets running from her flesh... "Oh Blackie..."

Black Pirate groaning... cumming deep inside you... releasing a torrent of hot, thick seed... lips meeting yours in a long, heated kiss... holding you close as the second skin flows away... subliming into nothing... leaving me with my own beautiful Belle in my arms...

BlueBelle remains entwining with her pirate... no longer melded... but as close to one as two people can be... panting hotly in your ear... as she basks in the attention... and the coolness of the air on her skin... her real skin!

Black Pirate smiling... running fingers through the flaming hair that's burst free of the metal... "Mmmm, welcome back..." Kissing your lips... once... twice... again and again... drinking you in long and deep...

BlueBelle kissing warmly... then collapsing into silken sheets... smiling as you brush the hair from her face... "That was close, Blackie... I can't believe I was about to kill you..."

Black Pirate teasing a fingertip against your lips... "I knew you wouldn't have... no machine could make you do something like that... after all..." Leaning to whisper in your ear as my fingertips teases between your breasts... "I wouldn't pick just anyone to be my First Mate..."

BlueBelle rolling her shoulders as you tease... her breasts wobbling like drunken sailors... "Well, I certainly hope not... I really appreciate you coming after me like that... despite the odds... what with the others all tied up... thanks..."

Black Pirate smiling... "Well... ordinarily I'd leave it to the professionals... but when it comes to you... there's no waiting... I've lost count of how many times I've watched you in peril on TV without knowing where you are... you've nearly given me a heart attack a dozen times..."

BlueBelle smiles and even blushes slightly... "That's good to know... it's what I do... but I'm glad to know I have support when I need it..."

Black Pirate smiling and kissing blushing cheeks... "Mmmm, you've got me whenever you need... although after this I might have to kidnap you to sea for another enforced vacation... if you wake up in chains in my hold, then it's for the best... a few weeks of sun... sea... and scrubbing the decks..." teasing a finger against your nipples...

BlueBelle makes a face... "There are no vacations... not for me... I have a superheroine team... and a satellite TV channel to run... and Chicky's missing... maybe next month..." She smiles and pulls you down under the covers...

Black Pirate nodding... "I could get around the first two... but with Chicky missing... we need to keep you on board..." Snuggling under the covers with you... kissing soft and deep... "But I'm going to make sure you get all the R&R you need... miss executive..."

BlueBelle sighs and nestles close... rubbing cheeks and nibbling... getting comfortable... closing her eyes... "I just bet you will... Sara will wake us if she locates Chicky... I need some rest..."

 

(August 2006)