High Maintenance Relationship

Charlotte(Shirley to her friends) knelt beside Merlin, her modified Striker unit, examining the fittings carefully. She still couldn't figure out what it was that Lucchini did to it, but was running faster than ever. She was afraid to take it apart to study it too closely, for fear she'd undo whatever voodoo the Romagna girl had managed to work on it. Instead, she just stared at it again, hesitantly fiddling with the same pipe work she had the last three days.

"He~y Shirley," came an upbeat voice behind her. "Whatcha doin'?"

"Working on my Striker, what's it look like, Francesca," Charlotte responded without looking up. She'd hoped to get away before Francesca found her. Not that she disliked the girls' company... quite the opposite, really. She was just afraid her friend would find out what she had been up to this morning.

Francesca pouted a bit at Charlotte's curt response. "Meanie," she said, "I was just asking." Creeping up behind Charlotte, Francesca leaned in, laying snugly across the older Liberion girl's back. Charlotte continued to work as though nothing had happened.

Francesca watched her working for bit, till it got boring. She began to rock, sliding her body up and down Shirley's back.

Frowning, Charlotte tried to pull away, "What are you doing Francesca?"

"Nothing yet," the young girl responded with a grin, "Why, whatcha want me to do?"

A muttered grunt was Charlotte's only reply, and she began to tighten the lugs on her Striker's engine cover.

Francesca, unused to such a cool response, brought her hands around Charlotte's stomach, gently rubbing them up and down. When the older girl tried to protest, Francesca hugged the redhead tighter, her head resting at the nape of Charlotte's neck. "I thought maybe we could play some..."

"Sorry," Charlotte said, putting her tools away, "I'm not really in a mood to play."

"Eheehee~" Francesca grinned, "Not ANY kind of playing?"

"No," Shirley said, wriggling to try and dislodge her passenger while she put the toolbox away. Francesca, now, caught the whiff of stale sweat and sex coming from Charlotte's body. Angrily, she thrust her hands down Charlotte's pants, grabbing the semi-flaccid length of her penis and squeezing, being rewarded with a gob of milky sperm squishing from the foreskin.

Yanking her hands free, she stormed in front of Charlotte, holding her hand up like a smoking gun. "What's this!"

"My first guess would be spunk, shorty," Charlotte quipped standing up and crossing her arms.

Francesca went pink, flicking her hand sharply at Charlotte, flinging the gob out to cling to the front of her uniform, dribbling slowly down the front in a slimy trail. "You know what I mean! Who was it this time, Yoshika? Lynn?"

Charlotte's guilty face gave her away. "Why!" Lucchini demanded, "Why do you keep going behind my back like that. Didn't I say I'd take care of you!" She sniffed a couple of times, "Didn't... didn't you say it was just for me to use..."

"Well yeah," Charlotte said, "But that was just what we call "Pillow talk" in Liberion..."

Francesca's eyes widened in shock, her brow furrowing in anger. "WHY!?"

"Look," Charlotte said, trying to placate the yelling girl, "This isn't really the time or place to talk about this... why don't we wait till this evening, we'll play around a bit, and..."

"NO~!" Francesca demanded, stomping, "I gave you everything! I'll do whatever you want, why are you off forcing it on those two!"

"Because!" Charlotte retorted, starting to get heated herself, "Because you DON'T do everything."

"You're gonna talk about that again," Francesca said, turning her back on Charlotte, "You can't tell me swallowing is so important you'll run off and fuck any wet mouth that comes along."

"If it's such a little thing, then why won't you do it!"

"Ewww, no... that's disgusting," Francesca said, making a face, "Ugh, nobody in their right mind does that... it's dirty."

"Dirty?!" Charlotte shouted back, resting her hands on her hips, "You're the one that made me jerk off in a bucket for week so you could roll around in it."

"Yeah, and I play in mud puddles after it rains," Francesca shot back, sticking her tongue out at the Liberion girl, "Doesn't mean I'm gonna drink from one."

"You know what," Shirley said, staring down the angry girl in front of her, "I don't remember having to ask permission from anyone before we started fucking, I'm sure not gonna do it now. If you still want your share, you can have it," Charlotte said, advancing on her Striker, intending to get out and do some flying to calm down, "But I'm not in the mood to be treated like a toy."

With equal parts anger and betrayal running across her face, Francesca watched Charlotte hop up into her Striker and power it up. Charlotte looked at Francesca staring at her, and gave her a vindictive obscene gesture. Francesca snapped, snarling, and snatched up a nearby wrench, hurling it at the other girl. It skipped off the engine skirting, bouncing around the force propellers before skipping up and tangling in the electrical wiring. A brief shower of sparks and the crisp pop of a blowing fuse followed, while metal restraints clamped down on Charlotte's Striker, who's blue glow flickered and snapped off immediately.

"You little bitch!" Charlotte shouted, "Look what you did."

Genuinely concerned for her friend now, Francesca ran over, "No, no, no... I'm so sorry, I didn't mean that! Are you ok! I'm sorry Shirley... I broke Merlin... I'm so sorry..."

Taking a deep breath and sighing, Charlotte calmed down, looking down into Francesca's teary face, "It's ok, it's not broken."

"It's... it's really not?" Francesca sniffled, wiping her nose on the back of her arm.

"No," Charlotte continued, "This is just a failsafe. In case of a problem on launch, to keep the Arcane Circuit from overloading, the system locks down the striker and trips an internal fuse. It'll be fine with about five minutes work, I just can't get down from here."

"You can't get down?"

Charlotte chuckled, "Nah, it's part of the same failsafe in case someone tries to steal a Striker.. it locks down on their legs. Till someone gives the system the all clear it won't let go."

"Re~ally" Francesca replied with an absolutely devilish look on her young face.

Charlotte's heart skipped a beat hearing the icy tone Francesca used, turning to look at the young Romagna girl. "Ahaha... that's right. So, you can go over to that panel and flip the switch, Francesca," she said, watching Francesca walk over to the toolkit and pull some cotton cargo restraint straps out. " Just... Y'know... flip it," she continued, watching the girl test the feel and resilience of the straps before advancing on Charlotte. " The, uh, the red one there. It's blinking and... and everything."

Francesca's devious smile shone in the dim light of the secondary hangar. "Hold out your hands, Shirley."

"What?" Charlotte replied, and was shocked when her reply was the swift slap of the wide cotton cargo strap across her face.

"Hold out your hands, Shirley," Francesca repeated.

"Are you insane! What makes you..." A second slap, which echoed sharply in the near deserted hangar, was her response as a second red welt appeared on her other cheek.

"Shir~ley," Francesca sang darkly, "Hold out your little hands~"

Tentatively Charlotte did as she was asked, holding her hands out. Francesca seized them, running a loop of the cotton cargo strap over them and cinching it tight with a metal slide. She threw the other end of the strap up over an overhanging bar, pulling and ran giddily behind Shirley, pulling it taut before the older girl could fight back. She found a suitable bit of pipe and tied the strap to it, putting her foot on the pipe and yanking comically at the strap with both hands till it was so tight the fibres creaked.

"Look, Francesca," Charlotte said, her voice wavering in fear, "I don't know what you think you're doing, but I really think you need to let me down now."

"What I'm doing?" Francesca asked innocently, "I'm just gonna make sure you keep your promise."

"What?"

Francesca walked in front of the bound girl, resting her cheek against her belly. "You promised me it was going to be all mine," she said, reaching up to stroke the girl's crotch through her thin pants, "I'm gonna make you remember why..."

Francesca pulled Charlotte's pants down, unveiling the slowly growing member from its cotton confines. She wondered how Charlotte managed to hide it in there... she said it had something to do with her magic, but Francesca didn't really care. She felt the same pang of desire lancing through her pussy she felt the first time Charlotte had unveiled it to her. She'd surprised the older girl then, leaping on her with a fury driven by an amazing libido. The two were surprisingly well matched in terms of stamina.

"Hmm.." Francesca mumbled, reaching her fingers into Charlotte's foreskin, peeling it back and revealing the last sticky gobs left over from her morning session with Lynnette. She carefully scooped it out of the way, stretching Charlotte's foreskin down as her member struggled to it's full height. She stroked the shaft gently with her left hand, urging it on and nibbling gently at the root. Her right hand was busy, taking the load of leftover spunk down into her own pants, working it over her bald pussy lips.

Charlotte moaned at Francesca's expert touch. She wondered, briefly, what kind of childhood she' managed to have before coming to the Witches. Francesca pulled Charlotte's cotton pants down as far as they could go, unveiling the growing bulge of balls as they formed below the Witch's growing penis, making the blonde hiss as she took them into her mouth, one at a time, sucking on them through the fleshy fold of her sack.

"Hey, Francesca," Charlotte said, her voice heavy with growing lust, "C'mon, why not let me down out of here and we can play properly."

"No way!" Francesca said vehemently, drawing her tongue along the underside of Charlotte's massive shaft as she moved to look up at the helpless girl, "I told you before, this is to make you remember your promise. This," She said, tugging on Charlotte's cock with a firm hand, "Is all mine, and I'll play with it how I wanna. You're just the box my toy came in."

Charlotte simply shrugged and said nothing. She didn't know what Francesca hopped to accomplish this way, but who was she to complain. She watched, still amazed, as Francesca opened her tiny mouth and forced it around the sizeable head of Charlotte's cock, her cheeks puffing outward as the flared tip passed over her lips. Breathing deep through her nose, the little olive beauty began swallowing well before the tip reached the back of her throat, the rhythmic pulsing sending shivers down Charlotte's spine as it caressed her member.

Francesca took her right hand free from her pants, still dripping with a mix of cum and her own pussy juice and gripped the base of Charlottes throbbing meat with both hands, holding it steady as she inched it down her throat slowly.

Charlotte threw her head back and groaned, writhing in her restraints as she struggled to force her cock down her lover's throat. The angle of the strap on her arms, and the the way her Striker was fixed in place prevented her from getting any leverage; she could only whimper and wriggle as Francesca continued to set the slowest pace ever, taking Charlotte's anticipation to the breaking point.

Francesca began to jerk gently at the base of Charlotte's member with her slick right hand, wrapping just two fingers around the meaty stalk and twisting them up and down. Tilting her head back, she continued to force inch after swollen inch down a throat Charlotte could swear clamped down tighter than any virgin cunt or ass she'd ever taken.

Just over half of Charlotte's length had been slurped slowly down Francesca's gulping throat when the younger girl pulled back, dragging Charlotte's length back up into her mouth, gulping air briefly before throwing her head back down on the length, taking up almost as much in one go. Charlotte groaned in abject pleasure as Francesca devoured her bloated shaft time and again, her throat distending and contracting in rhythmic time with her bobbing head.

Taking an exceptionally deep breath on her latest upswing, Francesca once again dove down on Charlotte's cock, not stopping as before but pushing more and more of it's burning length down her gullet, forcing inch after painful inch deeper than she'd taken it before.

"Oh god, Francesca.." Charlotte moaned, "Francesca, don't... you can't possibly... OH GOD." She squalled as Francesca inhaled her further, leaving only a scant few inches of her cock in the open. She tried to be worried about her friend, because she was positive Francesca couldn't breathe with this much of her down her throat, as tight as it felt, but the electric surge of pleasure she was getting as Francesca's taut esophagus worked over her member drove her mind from those concerns. She continued to flail in her restrains, trying desperately to buck her hips forward and drive the last few inches of her meat into Francesca's waiting maw.

Her face flushed brilliant red under her normally glossy olive complexion, Francesca held out as long as she could before ever so slowly pulling her head up off Charlotte's cock, taking it out inch by inch as her hot, wet throat pulsed vainly around it, attempting to keep the meaty length in place to be swallowed. Lifting her head completely off, she gasped happily, gulping air with a wide grin on her face, "I bet," she said between huffs, "It didn't feel like THAT with either of those two, Shirley"

Charlotte didn't reply; her eyes were clenched and she was biting on her lower lip as her cock twitched, so crimson it was nearly purple in the dim light of the hangar. She whimpered and tried to thrust it at Francesca, to signal her to finish her off.

"Ah! I bet you wanna cum, huh," Francesca said, gripping Charlotte's spit-glistening meat in her hand, rubbing it slowly up and down, "I bet you're ready to blow, huh?" Francesca said, licking the head gently as she continued to teasingly jerk Charlotte's cock, making her whimper for more, "Gonna be a geyser of spunk and spooge? Gonna shower me in your red hot goo?"

Charlotte nodded, unable to speak in the heat of the moment as Francesca inched her slowly and carefully to orgasm.

"What would you say," Francesca said teasingly, kissing Charlotte's tip with tender lips, "If I said I'd changed my mind?"

"Huh," Charlotte slurred.

"What If I said I'd do it for you... Y'know that thing you want..."

Charlotte's ears perked up. "You mean... You'd swallow for me?"

"I might," Francesca said, nibbling playfully at the underside of Charlotte's head, making the blonde whine in agonized pleasure. "If I had a reason."

"Oh you do," Charlotte said, "Oh god... it was never this good with anyone else... I promise, from now on this is yours whenever you want it."

"And you'll stay away from the other girls if I tell you?" Francesca said.

"Yes! Anything yes, just... let me cum."

"This is all mine?" Francesca asked again devilishly flicking her tongue at the root as she continued her slow jerking. "I can do whatever I want? You really promise?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" Charlotte replied, the first few drips of pre-cum leaking from the tip of her painfully erect cock. "Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, if I can cum now, yes!"

"Eheehee~", Francesca giggled, taking the head into her mouth and swirling her tongue around it, jacking the length up and down in her hand with more forceful strokes, gripping it in a velvet fist and pumping with all her might.

Francesca worked her hand down underneath Charlotte's sack, reaching for her asshole and twisting two fingers dry into her rear hole. Charlotte yowled, throwing her head back and moaning with all her might as Francesca continued to work her over.

"Oh Francesca I'm going to cum!" she shouted.

"You really gonna cum for me?" Francesca asked, taking her head off Charlotte's quivering prick, "You going to shoot your spunk for me all down my throat? You gonna watch me suck all your burning cum down my pretty little throat till my belly bulges?"

"YES!" Charlotte screamed, "OH YES!"

"Hmm... Nope," Francesca with a cold glint in her eyes, "Changed my mind." So saying, she wrapped both hands around Charlotte's prick, pressing her thumbs into the root as firmly as she could, cutting Charlotte's orgasm off right as it began.

Howling, Charlotte threw herself against her restraints as hard as she could, struggling, straining, to free her cock from the iron grip it was in and finish her ejaculation. Metal groaned and taut linen strap creaked, but neither gave any more than the steely grip of the Romagna girl pinching off her release in the most painful way possible.

Charlotte collapsed after nearly a minute, exhausted and in agony, her cock still engorged and angry, her balls aching to release their load. Despite Francesca's best efforts, a long, thin trail of oozing spunk drooled lazily from the tip of her cock, which Francesca collected carefully on her fingers and wiped off on Charlotte's uniform top in a little heart.

"Why," mewled Charlotte painfully, her cock now so hard it was pointing straight up and twitching against her belly. "Why did you do that..."

"Because I could," Francesca said gleefully, "You told me it was all mine. You promised it to me," Francesca turned her grinning face to Charlotte's, who noted the cold, predatory gleam in the corners of her eyes. "I'll play with it how I want. And what I want," she said, turning away, "Is for you not to cum until I'm ready."

Francesca squatted down at the toolboxes, flinging wrenches, screwdrivers, and doohickeys galore hither and yon until she happened upon just what she was looking for.

"I remember seeing this the other day,and I thought how much fun it would be to play with."

"You... you're joking!" Charlotte said, her eyes widening with fear, "You can't honestly expect to use... THAT on me?"

The THAT in question was a small pair of locking vice grips, with a rubberized head, designed to hold delicate Striker unit parts together for welding.

"Of course," Francesca said, advancing slowly on Charlotte, the soft blue glow of her magic accentuating the black panther ears and tail that were now forming. "I'm going to make sure you keep your promise. Twisting the tension screw and fiddling with the lever, Francesca was puzzling just what settings to try it out on.

Shrugging, she simply said, "What the heck, that looks good enough," and brought it up to the base of Charlotte's cock and clamped it down in one smooth motion.

Charlotte screwed her eyes shut in fear, bracing herself for the crunch. When it didn't come, she opened on eye slowly, peaking down. Francesca had closed the wrench around her, but it was still slack. Laughing softly, she sighed, "Oh Francesca, you scared me for a minute... I actually thought that..." her voice cut off as, with a faintly rusty squeal, Francesca twisted the tension screw as far as she could in one go, tightening the rubber jaws of the tool down against the base of her cock.

"D-d-d-on't!" Charlotte said, wincing as a second twist of the grip's tightening lug began to squeeze her cock in the unyielding jaws of the pliers.

"I'm gonna make sure you don't cum till I say," she said, twisting the knob again, clamping the metal tool tighter on Charlotte cock, making the older girl whine in pain. A few more twists, and she let go announcing "Done!"

The metal pliers hung obscenely off Charlotte's throbbing cock, which was so hot and swollen that even with their weight, it still pointed straight out, bobbing perversely as it twitched against the weight of the tool Francesca hung on it. Charlotte was in agony, her balls and cock both aching for release that wasn't going to come until Francesca was good and ready.

Licking her lips, her tail twitching unconsciously, Francesca stepped out of her stripped pants, her pussy lips red and swollen, practically drooling her own nectar as she approached Charlotte, climbing up on the restraining bolts holding the Liberion girl's Striker in place. Francesca gripped Charlotte's uniform, wrapping legs around the restrained girl's waist and snuggling her little pussy right up against Charlotte's cock, squealing as her warm ass met the cold metal of the vice grips.

"Francesca what... you... you're kidding!" Charlotte moaned as Francesca rubbed herself up and down the length of cock, "You mean... you're gonna try to... with that THING on?"

"It's not in the way," Francesca said impishly, "I can still take you all the way in."

"That's not what I mean!" Charlotte said as Francesca hovered over her, centering her hot, dripping sex over the angry red tip of Charlotte's cock. Biting her lower lip in concentration, Francesca zeroed her hips in, bringing them down firmly on Charlotte's cock and taking about a quarter of her length into her.

Charlotte moaned and thrashed, unsure if she wanted to unseat the grinning girl over her or drive her cock all the way up into her. She whimpered as Francesca slowly seated herself down onto her aching cock, feeling the bulging length of her cock buckle as she bottomed out in the young girl seated astride her hips.

"Feels good Shirley," Francesca moaned, clinging to the Liberion girl's uniform top as she dug in her heels, trying to find purchase to hold herself up. "Feels so good." Whimpering softly, she found the leverage to lift herself up before driving down on Charlotte's member, burying it all the way into her throbbing cunt, slapping her ass against the pliers gripping Charlotte's member painfully.

Charlotte sobbed in mixed pleasure and pain as Francesca rode her cock, Francesca's soft, velvet tunnel stroking every inch of her throbbing cock even as the metal pliers at the base of it sent spasms of pain shooting through her. Her arms were almost numb, and her shoulders ached, both from the position they'd been locked in and from supporting the weight of the swarthy nymph bucking wildly against her cock.

Charlotte felt a familiar warmth bubbling through her balls, and tried to fight it back as Francesca fucked herself senseless against Charlotte's cock. It wasn't to be, and Charlotte howled, feeling her balls backing up from an ejaculation that wasn't going to come, her cock throbbing agonizingly against the jaws of the vice grips as Francesca giggled, rolling her hips lewdly against Charlotte as she sought her own release.

Reaching up, Francesca yanked wildly at Charlotte's uniform top, ripping it open in a shower of buttons. She yanked the undershirt aside as well, exposing a swinging breast which she gleefully began to tease, rolling the swollen nipple between her teeth as Charlotte thrashed from side to side beneath her.

Charlotte felt the surging deep in her balls again, and she pleaded with Francesca, "Please, Francesca... please let me cum."

"You wanna come with me," Francesca panted, bouncing away on the pulsing prick buried deep in her snatch.

"Yes!" Charlotte cried, her head lolling backward "Yes, let's come together."

Francesca wrapped her hand around Charlotte's uniform, knotting her hand into the small of her back as she moved her other hand down to the pliers. Wrapping her legs tightly around Charlotte's waist, Francesca ground her cunt against her, the tip of Charlotte's cock swirling at the entrance of Francesca's womb.

"Gonna cum... gonna cum!" Francesca panted, her eyes glazed over in lust as she continued to crush herself down onto Charlotte's throbbing cock.

"Please!" Charlotte pleaded, "Take them off! Let me cum! I'm going to cum!"

Francesca reached down, gripping the pliers in her hand as the throbbing in Charlotte's cock reached it's peak, but instead of taking them off, she twisted the tension rod, barely loosening them by one turn.

Charlotte yelped as she came so close to release, writhing against her bonds. Francesca rode the thrashing girl for all she was worth, screaming her own orgasm before losing her grip. She managed to slide down the auburn beauty, rather than simply falling off, Charlotte's cock withdrawing from her still throbbing cunt with a perverse slurping sound as her feet hit the floor. Francesca fell to her knees, weak, and then lay backward, playing gently with her little clit in the afterglow as Shirley sobbed above her.

"Wow," Francesca said, lifting a foot to stroke Charlotte's quivering member, "That's amazing..." Charlotte's cock was purple now, swollen and angry and ready to burst. Her balls practically sloshed with unspent cum, and Francesca could see the veins bulge with each twitch.

"Please," Charlotte whimpered, hanging limply from her bonds, "Please let me cum!"

"I don't know," Francesca said, stroking her toes along the underside of Charlotte's red member. "This has been a whole bunch of fun. I kind of like my toy like this."

"But..." Charlotte said, hating herself for saying the words, "But I want to come... for you. I want you to let your cock spray you with all the spunk you want! I want you to make your cock jump and buck and fire load after load all for you!"

"Tada~," Francesca giggled, "You said the magic words..."

Francesca brought her feet together on either side of the pulsating shaft in front of her, gripping it in the arches of her feet, stroking it between her feet. Charlotte grit her teeth, and slowly began moaning as the enflamed pain of her cock gave way to pleasure yet again.

Francesca's hand were busy in her pussy, stroking her clit with one hand as she thrust a pair of fingers in, matching that rhythm with the strokes of Charlotte's cock. She whispered softly to herself in passion, her slick fingers driving their way into her secret folds as she softly stroked the burning length of Charlotte's dick.

Charlotte's head thrashed from side to side. She was sure she would have come a half dozen times by now without Francesca's interference, and the ache deep in her belly and balls was almost too much to bear, and it certainly threatened to blot out the pleasure building in the base of her cock from even Francesca's expert touch.

Francesca opened the toes on one foot wide, pushing Charlotte's cock between her larger toes and frigging it gently up and down. Showing off her flexibility, she brought her other foot to her mouth, laving the ball of her foot with her tongue before returning it to the head of Charlotte's cock, rolling the spittle-slick weight of it against the underside of her member where the head and shaft meet, gripping the glans with her toes.

Despite the ache, Charlotte began to feel the rising passion in her cock, mewling softly as Francesca's delicate feet brought her once more the brink of climax.

"Please," Charlotte begged in a low whisper, unsure if Francesca could even hear her but not caring, "Please let me cum... for you," she added hastily, "Let me make your cock cum for you!" Charlotte was pushed to her breaking point, her back arched as far as she could, every muscle taut as piano wires as she pleaded with her eyes to for Francesca to grant her a release.

Her hand flying over her clit now, Francesca approached her second orgasm, taking the pliers in one foot as she continued to stroke Charlotte's cock with the other. Her hand moving in a wild blur, Francesca came, arching her back as her nectar dribbled from her spasming pussy, she finally pinched the release leaver on the vice grips at the peak of Charlotte's throbbing need.

With an echoing howl like a wild beast, Charlotte came, her body wracked with agonizing spasms as her cock spasmed straight up, the first jet covering her face and torn uniform top with a stream of cum for nearly a minute before it paused, only for the second lengthy spurt to begin. Francesca had seized her cock in her feet after the initial pulse, and aimed it down, spraying herself with jet after powerful jet of sticky, white spunk.

Francesca laughed, loving the feel of hot, sticky ejaculate raining down over her face and body as Charlotte sobbed in relief as her balls wrung themselves dry of a seemingly inexhaustible spray of cum.

Panting and finally hanging limp for the first time in over an hour, Charlotte watched Francesca with hooded eyes as she gleefully luxuriated in the afterglow of her orgasm, tracing her finger through the trails of slimy cum that hung like damp paper mache from the sides of her face. Scooping up a bit, she let it drizzle slowly out from between her fingers, sliding down toward her outstretched tongue as Charlotte watched in anticipation.

Opening her eyes, she shot a wicked look at Charlotte and instead flicked her fingers at her, flinging the gob up to splat against her cheek with the rest.

"You slutty little tease," Charlotte muttered.

"Yep!" Francesca said, rolling over on all fours and stretching like a cat, showing off her olive-toned ass to Charlotte, now covered with streaks of oil and dirt. She looked back over her shoulder and grinned, wiggling her bum before standing up and walking over to the still blinking red emergency button. Flipping up the cover she pressed the button, and the metal bars retracted with a pneumatic hiss, releasing Charlotte's legs for the first time what seemed like days.

Mustering what little strength she had left, she pulled her legs up and out of her striker unit, standing on the metal support housing to lift her arms, freeing them of the cargo strap before she used up her strength, falling forward.

"SHIRLEY!" Francesca screamed, diving forward and catching the falling girl, grunting under the weight as the two collapsed to the floor, breaking her fall.

"Shirley," Francesca cried, shaking her friend gently by the shoulders, "Shirley, are you ok Shirley! Please be ok.. I didn't mean to hurt you... "

Shirley reached up, hugging the tearful girl around the waist fiercely. "I'm ok... but just do one thing."

"What?" Francesca asked, hugging her friend and lover back.

"Oh god, promise me you'll never do anything like that to me again and I'll never so much as look at anyone else."

"Oh," Francesca said mollified, "I just wanted to make sure you understood what you mean to me... I just... I just don't want to lose you..." she sniffed.

"Oh Francesca," Shirley said, sitting up beside the younger girl and wiping away her tears, "You'll never lose me... nobody I have sex with is the same as you. You know there's nobody that can take your place in here," she said sappily, tapping her ample bosom.

Francesca giggled and hugged her friend back. "And I didn't mean I wasn't going to share you," Francesca said with a playful smile, "I just want to know first, even if you don't..."

Looking quizzically down at her lover, Charlotte pondered that a bit before she heard someone calling out in the back of the hangar.

"H-Hello?!" Came Perrine's hesitant call, "Flight Lieutenant Yeager? I got a message to come see you about WHAT IN THE WORLD?!"

Francesca winked at Shirley, grinning as her friends cock began to stir again. Both girls, still smeared with the spunk of their last escapade, turned to face Perrine with identical grins. "Hello Perrine!" Francesca called merrily, "We've been waiting for you!"

"Oh dear God not again..."