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Cobra in a Black Dress

By: TE999



"Oh yes, unh, yes, we can do that, uhh, sure, tomorrow, ahh, three thirty, uhh, okay, see you then, uhhh...Mariss' you lil' devil!"

Andrea Vaughn snapped the phone shut and slid forward in her high backed leather chair. It had become increasingly difficult to discuss terms with a potential advertiser while her lover/partner was between her legs licking her pussy. Since they rarely wore clothes when they were home, little seductions like this were even easier to accomplish. 

Andy, as everyone knew her, tried to grab two handfuls of dark brown hair to pull Marissa's face tighter into her crotch. Marissa Lyons lifted her head away from Andy's grasp, her face glistening with her lover's vaginal juices, looking at Andy with sparkling brown eyes, she said "What's the matter, blondie? Can't take a little payback?" 

"Oh hell," said Andy, "I'm off the 'phone now, finish what you started." She reached again for Marissa's head, but Marissa pulled further away. She was a terrible tease, but they both loved it, as it always resulted in white hot sex that left them exhausted and happy.

Andy attempted another grab, but Marissa yanked at her ankle. Andy fell back in her chair; Marissa laughed and ran from the room. She was halfway down the stairs when Andy caught her around the waist, carrying her, squealing and struggling, onto the wide back porch. 

Marissa was becoming increasingly excited as Andy held her easily in her strong arms; her inability to escape arousing her even further. Andy lay her down on an exercise mat, pinning her shoulders and straddling her rib cage. They were both breathing heavily, more from desire than exertion.

Holding Marissa's hands above her head with one hand, Andy used the other to slip a finger into her lover's juicy pussy. Marissa continued to struggle, "Leggo of me you big blonde ape, pick on someone your own size." 

At 5'10'', Marissa wasn't short, but Andy's heavier six foot plus frame made her seem smaller than she actually was when they stood side by side.

"Now, my little tease," said Andy, adding a second finger to Marissa's pussy, "I think you left some unfinished business up there in the office." 

Swiftly, Marissa lifted her legs, catching Andy under the arms with the backs of her knees; in an instant, Marissa's arms were free as Andy was forced backward, her legs spread wide. Marissa sat up, hooking her arms around Andy's powerful thighs. Now Andy was at Marissa's mercy, her wet pussy exposed to her lover's delighted gaze.

Marissa leaned forward and began to tease Andy again; slowly licking the puffy outer lips of her streaming pussy. She darted her tongue around the soft, pink walls of Andy's inner core; nibbling, licking, tweaking the erect clit with her tongue, driving Andy insane. 

She loved being pinioned by Marissa, the feeling of helplessness making her faint with desire. She could free herself fairly easily, but she chose not to, allowing her lover to tease her beyond endurance.

"Aaaahh, unnhhh," Andy moaned and grunted as Marissa began to suck her pussy into her eager mouth, stabbing her stiffened tongue deep into the warm, pink flesh, chewing on the engorged lips. Marissa growled deep in her throat as she devoured her juicy pussy feast. Andy bucked and shuddered, but Marissa's mouth was suctioned to her gushing pussy, tongue thrashing, gulping and swallowing the sweet, salty fluids; drinking from the well of her desire.

Andy's orgasm hit her like a heavyweight right cross, she couldn't control her muscles, her bones turning to water; "Eeeeehh, oh my God, I'm cummingg ... Yieeeeee..." Her body jerked again and again until she collapsed on the mat, hands clawing, gasping for air. Marissa released her grip and crawled over Andy's twitching body, kissing her repeatedly. 

"Mmmmm, paybacks are a bitch, but they sure are fun, huh, Stretch?" 

Marissa was kissing Andy's closed eyes when they popped open, two azure pools, blazing with lust. "Yes they are, my little tease," Andy purred, "In fact, they're not over yet."

Marissa knew that look, her skin felt as if it was on fire. Before she could move a muscle, Andy grabbed her around the waist and flung her to the mat; engulfing Marissa's stiff nipple in her mouth and twisting three fingers in her slippery pussy.

Marissa had been on the edge of cumming as she brought Andy to her climax; with Andy's long fingers pumping in her pussy and her mouth sucking on her stiff nipple, she fell over the edge. "Oooohhh, mmmmm, fuck me, fuck meeeee, Ahhhhhh..."

Marissa came and came as Andy continued to pound her gushing pussy and bite her nipples. Then Marissa sighed deeply and her lover knew that she was through cumming. She took her in her arms and kissed her, their hot breaths mingling. "Ready for some hot tubbin', Lil bit?" Andy said.

Marissa grinned, "Yep, but you're gonna hafta carry me. My legs are wobbly."

As the warm waters caressed their tired bodies, Marissa asked, "What was that about a big advertiser you were on the 'phone with, how big are we talkin' about?" Marissa was a college graduate with a major in Journalism, but she had adopted Andy's easy drawl when speaking.

"We're talkin' big, Lil' bit, four pages, payin' in cash, so the lady said." Andy and Marissa were co-Editors and part owners of 'The Armed Woman' magazine, or as they referred to it, 'Gals with Guns'. 

Both women were expert in firing a variety of weapons; Andy learning in the Army, Marissa taught by Andy and other persons at the firing range. Andy had also trained Marissa in self-defense and Combat Gymnastics techniques. It was excellent exercise, which they both enjoyed, and Marissa never seriously thought that they would ever put them to use in an actual combat situation. 

They had met when Marissa was a college student conducting a one woman protest against the firing range where Andy was a member; Andy protecting her from some aggressive men who didn't like what she was doing. 

They were immediately attracted to each other and, after one weekend of uninhibited lovemaking, had decided to become companions. Marissa had moved from her college dorm to Andy's house that next weekend and their life together had begun.

Both Marissa's parents and Andy's mother had accepted their daughter's lifestyles and recognized their deep affection for each other; adding to the women's contentment. Over a year had passed since the lover's had met and a lot had happened since then. 

Marissa earned her degree with honors, using her graduation gift of money from her parents to become a partner with Andy, and a mysterious third party, in 'The Armed Woman' magazine. Between them, they had doubled the circulation and the magazine began making a nice profit. Marissa was curious who their 'silent partner' was, but Andy had said that they preferred to remain anonymous. Marissa was okay with it if Andy was, so she stopped asking.

"Who was this person who wanted to buy four pages of advertising, my love," Marissa said, "And what's this about paying in cash?"

"It's a little strange, Mariss'". Andy replied, "The woman called herself 'Jane Smith', but she had a foreign accent of some kind, Middle Eastern would be my guess. Somethin' about a big gun show comin' to the states from overseas, goin' city to city, lotsa' vendors, big names; we'll get the details when we meet with her tomorrow. Said she was advertisin' in all the gun magazines, men's magazines, sport magazines, the newspapers, the internet, some TV spots, real big deal."

"Well, as long as her money isn't counterfeit," Marissa chuckled, "I guess we'll have a nice boost in profits this next issue."

"We're meetin' with her tomorrow at three thirty, so we'll get a look at her," Andy replied, "And there was somethin' else odd about her voice, other than the accent; she seemed to drag out her sibilants, sounded kinda strange." 

"Ooh, a mystery woman," giggled Marissa, "We could use a little excitement around here."

"More than what we start?" Andy said, grabbing Marissa's calf and casually pulling her under the water. They began to play fight, dunking each other, splashing water on the deck, becoming aroused once again.

***

To say that the women were sexually compatible was the equivalent of stating that the sky was blue and the grass was green. The slightest touch, look or word could, and did, send them into a frenzy of lovemaking that they never seemed to get enough of. For example; the incident requiring 'payback' that Marissa had been referring to when she interrupted Andy's phone call with the mystery woman advertiser had begun that morning in the kitchen.

Andy was a late riser, so when she padded barefoot, and bare skinned, into the kitchen, Marissa was on the 'phone with her mother. Andy adored every inch of Marissa's firm body, but that perfect ass of hers drove her absolutely nuts. Those round, dimpled cheeks, that sweet crack, that puckered little hole, made her drool. And, of course, that was the first thing Andy saw when she walked in.

Marissa was leaning over the center island, resting on her elbows, perfect ass bare and on display. She was listening patiently to her mother ramble on about how the gardener had killed her petunias. Andy couldn't have cared less if Marissa had been on the 'phone with the Pope, she wanted that ass, NOW.

Marissa gasped as she felt Andy's long, wet tongue circling her asshole, her strong hands squeezing and molding her buttocks. "Not now, Andy, I'm on the 'phone with my mother," Marissa whispered, her hand over the mouthpiece.

Andy ignored her, licking and nibbling the firm cheeks, squeezing and pinching, making love to that glorious ass. Of course, Marissa could have moved away, or really stopped Andy, but the naughtiness of listening to her mother jabber while her lover was eating her asshole excited Marissa beyond measure. 

Her mother could have been speaking in Martian, for all that Marissa understood after Andy began to worm her stiffened tongue into the wrinkled opening, repeatedly wetting it with her saliva. Marissa relaxed, and then tightened her sphincter muscle; pulling Andy's wet tongue in as far as it would go. Andy was in heaven, her tongue pulled deep in her lover's asshole, her hands full of her lover's saliva coated buttocks; she began licking and sucking greedily, reveling in the tangy taste. 

Marissa thrust her hand between her legs and began to rub her clit frantically; her lover devouring her asshole was making her lightheaded, she felt as if she might faint. 

"Mom, I gotta go," Marissa mumbled into the phone as it dropped to the counter top. "Ahhhh, Andy," she gasped as she felt a hand leave her ass cheek, "Are you frigging yourself?"

"Mmmmhmmm," Andy replied, as her mouth was full. 

"Oh God, I'm cumming, my love, cum with me, pleeease," Marissa groaned as her orgasm began to rock her body. Andy didn't answer, but jammed her tongue into the puckered hole up to the root and sucked hard on her mouthful of ass. 

Marissa's juicing pussy exploded, covering her hand with sticky cum. "Aieeeee," she howled, feeling, rather than hearing Andy's muffled screams as she came too, her wet mouth still fastened to Marissa's puckered hole. 

They fell away from each other, sliding to the floor, moaning softly as their orgasms finally subsided. Then they sat on the cool tiles, licking cum coated fingers like popsicles.

"Did you tell your mom I said 'Hi'?" Andy chuckled, as she licked Marissa's finger. 

Marissa pulled Andy's finger from her mouth, "Didn't get the chance," she laughed, "I'll get you back for this, though." 

"I'll be waiting," Andy replied, looking forward to it.

***

Promptly at three thirty the next day, Andy heard the gate alarm beep as a car pulled into the driveway. "I feel funny wearing clothes in the house," Marissa said, tugging at her yellow sundress, "I'm not wearing underwear, anyway."

"It sure do feel different," Andy agreed, "I'm not wearing anything underneath either, how do I look?" She turned slowly in her miniskirt and halter top under Marissa's appreciative gaze.

"Good enough to eat," said Marissa, "Let's get this woman out of here quickly; I want to fuck with clothes on for a change."

"I guess you forgot last week when we were at Giovannis," Andy replied, "By the time we left the Ladies' Room, our food was cold." 

The doorbell rang, interrupting their sexual banter. "It's show time," said Marissa, "Let's go meet our 'mystery woman'." 

Andy opened the front door, Marissa at her side. Standing before them was a sensually exotic woman. She was tall, her skin a burnished copper color; generous breasts, full hips, black hair hanging past her shoulder blades; classic features with an aquiline nose and thin red lips. 

She was wearing a black strapless sheath dress that fit her body like a second skin outlining her erect nipples and pubic mound. But it was her eyes that you saw first, narrow, golden yellow eyes, heavy lidded, her stare almost hypnotic. Andy felt a shiver down her spine as she looked into them; Marissa squeezed her hand tightly, letting her know those eyes were getting to her too.

"Won't you come in, Miss Smith," Andy said. "May I offer you a drink: some iced tea or some wine?"

"Why yesss," replied 'Miss Smith', "A glasss of wine would be lovely." 

"I'll serve the wine, Andrea," said Marissa, "It'll be just a minute."

Andy led the woman into the living room, offering her a seat in a high backed colonial style chair, then she sat on the couch facing the woman. Marissa handed 'Miss Smith' a glass of wine and sat next to Andy. Something about the woman made them instinctively draw closer to each other on the couch; as they did so, Andy thought she saw a smile play across those thin, red lips. 

As Andy and 'Miss Smith' began discussing advertising rates, layouts and other details, Marissa was watching the woman closely. She held herself perfectly erect, her body perfectly poised; legs crossed tightly, perfectly in line with her torso. Her arms, in contrast, moved fluidly, almost boneless, her slim hands and fingers twisting as she gestured and talked. 

Her voice was enthralling, almost a monotone; the extended sibilants oddly soothing. Marissa, with an effort, tore her gaze from those yellow eyes and looked at Andy. Her face was frozen mask and she was speaking in a clipped, precise voice to the yellow eyed woman; 'She's fighting to keep control', thought Marissa, 'I've never seen her like this'. 

Suddenly, a small silver tube appeared in the woman's hand. 'Where did that come from?' Marissa wondered.

"My apologiesss," said 'Miss Smith'. ''Nasssal spray, bad congessstion, jussst a moment pleassse." She lifted the tube to each nostril and sniffed delicately. Then the silver tube disappeared as mysteriously as it appeared. "Now, back to businesss", she continued, showing gleaming white teeth in an oddly sinister smile.

While Andy and the mysterious woman negotiated the terms of the advertising contract, Marissa was becoming increasingly uncomfortable. She shifted in her seat as she felt increasing warmth envelop her body; her nipples and clit were tingling; she was becoming very aroused. 

Andy was being affected as well; it was taking every bit of her will power to focus on the negotiations. Her body was on fire, her nipples and clit were throbbing, feeling as if she would cum any second. She couldn't understand how this was happening. 

Marissa's trembling hand reached for Andy's; as their skin touched, they exploded in orgasm. Marissa squealed softly as she came, biting her lower lip and soaking the sofa cushion. Andy was crushing her hand in a vice like grip, letting out a long, low moan; she was cumming too. 

'Miss Smith' continued speaking, giving no indication that she noticed the women's mutual release, but another half-smile curled her thin lips. Andy and Marissa were still dazed from their explosive cum, when 'Miss Smith' stood up from the chair in one fluid motion.

"The termsss ssseem perfectly sssatisssfactory," she said, producing a thick roll of currency, again seemingly out of thin air and handing it to them. "I mussst be going," then she spoke in a lower tone, "Hakim, the car."

Andy shook her head to clear it and rose to take the money from the woman. Her skirt, glued to the cushion with her cum, made a sticky sound as it pulled free. Again, the woman showed no emotion, only thanking Andy for meeting with her on such short notice. Marissa stood up with Andy, again a sticky sound, again no reaction from the woman.

The three walked to the front door; Andy opened it for 'Miss Smith' and they stepped onto the front porch. Marissa's eyes widened as she saw a long black car in the driveway and standing beside its open rear door was one of the scariest men she had ever seen. He was at least seven feet tall, with a wrestler's build, dark brown skin and a shaved head. His eyelids were slits, barely revealing glittering black eyes, his mouth a cruel slash across his impassive face.

The mystery woman glided down the steps, disappearing into the car's interior without a backward glance. The man closed the door and, moving easily for his bulk, slid behind the wheel and drove off. Andy and Marissa watched as the taillights receded down the driveway, amazed at what had transpired. A cool night breeze reminded Marissa that the back of her dress was soaked with her juices. "Andy," she finally spoke, "What just happened?" Andy was clutching the thick roll of currency in her hand, "I didn't even count it," she muttered, not answering her partner. She shook her head again, "Hot tub, Mariss', I gotta' clear my head, that orgasm I had really rang my bell.

They began walking to the back porch, stripping off cum soaked clothing as they went. Marissa was full of questions, but Andy didn't seem to feel like talking, so they sat silently in the bubbling waters. 

After a few minutes, Andy released an explosive sigh, startling Marissa. "Lil' bit, that was just plain weird," she said, "I only want to cum that hard with you doin' it to me." 

"Oh Andy," cried Marissa, embracing her lover, "Those people scared me, who are they," she paused, "And what are they?"

"Don't know to both questions," Andy replied, "But they paid in cash. I even quoted twenty percent over our usual ad rates cause' I didn't like that woman, and she paid without a complaint." She thought for a moment, "That inhaler of hers, what was in that thing? She sniffs it and we're cummin' all over the couch, this is just plain strange." 

"I hope we don't have to see them again,' Marissa replied, "They strike me as trouble." 

Andy chuckled, "What really pisses me off is I was lookin' forward to havin' sex with you with our clothes on, but after that big 'O' in the livin' room, all I wanna' do is sit here and soak."

Marissa kissed her, "There's always tomorrow, Stretch."

***

A week later, a courier delivered a thick package to Andy and Marissa's home. Inside were the color proofs of the four pages of advertising the mystery woman had bought in the next issue of 'The Armed Woman' magazine. Also enclosed were two VIP passes to the 'Universal Weapons Exposition', inviting them to be guests of the event's organizers. 

"Hey Mariss', Andy hollered up the stairs, "looks like we're gonna' see our 'Mystery Woman' again." Marissa was in their second floor office when Andy walked in waving the passes in her hand. "Dinner an' everything, Lil' bit, this is gonna' be fun." 

Marissa frowned, "I don't know about this Andy. Those people give me the creeps. Do we have to go?"

"Gotta keep the advertisers happy, Mariss'", Andy replied, "Besides, this'll give us a chance to handle all the new models of guns, hafta' keep current, ya know."

Marissa frowned again, "I know you're right, love, but I just have a funny feeling about this."


Cobra in a Black Dress Pt. 02



Andrea 'Andy' Vaughn opened one eye, then the other. She had a splitting headache and generally felt like shit. 'What was in that knockout spray? We both went down like pole axed steers. We! Oh My God, Mariss' that trained gorilla had taken Mariss', what had he done with her'? 

She shook her head slowly to clear it and looked around. She was in a small, dimly lit, cell-like room, lying on a bunk extending from the wall. There was a sink and toilet to her left and a featureless door in the wall she was facing. Andy rose shakily to her feet, washed her face in the sink and used the toilet. 'Well Miss Vaughn', she thought, 'you're really in deep doo-doo now', she shuddered, 'and so's Mariss. How in the hell am I going to get out of here? I've got to...'

Her thoughts were interrupted by a loud rattling outside the door, followed by the clicking of tumblers in the lock. "This is like a friggin' bank vault," she muttered to herself, then the door opened and a man entered carrying a covered tray. He was dressed in dark green coveralls and heavy boots. His face was covered with a pullover mask and only his eyes were visible. 

He was carrying a UZI submachine gun on a strap over his shoulder. He set the tray down on the bunk beside Andy and stepped back in the doorway. "Eat," he said, cradling the UZI in his arms. Andy lifted the cover on the tray. Her mouth began to water as she looked at a large Sirloin steak, a baked potato, two vegetables, a salad and a glass of tea. The utensils were plastic, but Andy would have used her hands if she had to. 

The food was seasoned to her taste and perfectly prepared. Andy ate greedily, she couldn't remember the last time she had eaten; oh yeah, she and Mariss' had shared a bag of trail mix on the way to the exposition, Marissa loved trail mix. Andy felt a pain in her heart, where was her Lil' bit; 'I've got to get out of here', she thought. 

Wiping her mouth on a napkin, she glanced up at the man in the doorway. He hadn't moved or said a word since he commanded her to eat her meal. His eyes showed no emotion as they flicked back and forth, as if looking for something. Suddenly, Andy realized that he wasn't looking for something; he was avoiding looking at her. Of course, she was naked; her dress from the party lay on the bunk. 

Thinking fast, Andy gave her captor a big smile and said, "Oh thank you so much for bringing me this lovely meal, I was so very hungry," in a seductive voice. She took the tray from her lap, placing it at her feet, and then spread her legs slightly and leaned back against the wall. The man's eyes were on her blonde pussy and her large breasts. "I'm so lonely in here all by myself," she purred, "Would you stay with me a while?"

She opened her legs wider and arched her back, thrusting her pussy at the man, "I could get to like a big, strong, silent man like you," she said, smiling seductively. "How about a little pussy, big strong man?" 

The guard was visibly shaking; "Silence, infidel temptress," he shouted, "You will not tempt me with your decadent western ways."

Andy smiled again, "Oooh, a big strong voice too," she cooed, rubbing her pussy slit with a long finger. "C'mon, big strong man," she said breathily, "Come and get some of my sweet pussy." 

The guard gave an inarticulate roar and lunged at Andy, ripping open the fly on his coveralls and dropping his gun. Andy struck like lightning, delivering a karate kick with all her strength into the guard's crotch; then jumping to the side as the man crashed into the wall. 

Moments later, Andy was dressed in the guard's clothing, and listening to hear if anyone had heard the commotion. She checked the ammo clip of the UZI and threw the bolt. The guard was curled in a ball on the bunk, breathing in shallow gasps, clutching his crushed penis and testicles. 

Andy did not like to kill unless it was absolutely necessary; so she slammed the man's head against the wall and tied his arms and legs with the dress. "No pussy for you, sunshine," Andy laughed, stepping into the corridor, grabbing the keys and closing the door. She could feel the floor trembling beneath her feet, they were still moving, but where. She moved quickly down the corridor. 'Where the hell is everybody', she thought, 'I've got to find Mariss'.

***

Marissa slowly opened her eyes, her head hurt terribly; 'Andy', she thought, 'where's Andy'? She was in a large dimly lit room, dark red drapes hanging from the walls, a deep pile carpet on the floor. She was lying on a red upholstered lounge, a pillow under her head; a covered tray beside her on a low table. Delicious aromas were coming from it and Marissa's stomach growled. 

Eagerly, she removed the cover and gave a little squeak of surprise. It was some of her favorite foods, grilled Chilean Sea Bass, rice pilaf, steamed cauliflower and broccoli, a tossed salad and a glass of cold milk. Marissa ate like a starving wolf until the plates and bowls were empty. 

When she was finished, she sighed contentedly and lay back on the lounge. Then a tear trickled down her cheek; the meal tasted great and was excellently prepared; but given the choice, she would rather been eating hot dogs with Her Andy at the shooting range snack bar. She began to sob softly, wiping her eyes on a napkin. Where was she, what was going to happen to her. 'Oh Andy', she thought, 'I miss you so, where are you'?

"Did you enjoy your meal, little one?" hissed a voice behind her, "You ate ssso fassst, I don't think you really took the time to tassste the blend of flavorsss. My chef will be ssso upssset." 

Marissa spun around; it was that woman, the Countess, 'The Cobra'. She was dressed in a shimmering green silk robe, the hem pooling on the floor as she glided towards Marissa. 'Damn', thought Marissa, 'how does she do that'?

"Where am I, Countess, where are we going, where's my Andy?" Marissa sputtered angrily, sitting up on the couch, "You have no right to hold us here, let us go, right now."

"Patience my sssweet little girl," purred the Countess. She stared at Marissa with her unblinking golden yellow eyes, "We've jussst met and you don't want to leave right away, do you?" Marissa stood and walked towards the door, "Damn right I do, Countess, I'm leaving and Andy's leaving with me." Marissa stopped, there was no doorknob, no handle, "How does this thing open, lady?" she snarled, walking back to where the Cobra was standing.

"Sssuch fire, sssuch passsssion, you are like a wild horssse to be tamed, I am ssso going to enjoy thisss," said the Countess, with an evil chuckle; "I can tell, you will be my favorite sssex pet." 

Marissa was becoming frightened, but she was also getting angry. "Listen, bitch," she shouted, "I'm nobody's sex pet and the only person that I make love with is My Andy, so keep your filthy hands off me." Marissa suddenly realized she was naked and the Countess was looking at her with hunger in her slitted yellow eyes. "Don't come near me, bitch," growled Marissa, going into a defensive stance, "I'll break your fuckin' neck." 

The Countess chuckled again, "Thisss will be ssso deliciousss, let usss begin, my pet." From the folds of her shimmering robe, the Countess produced a short silver tube and pointed it at Marissa, discharging it with a soft hiss. 'Oh shit', thought Marissa, 'it's that sex pheromone spray, I've got to resist it, I've got to'. Marissa stood trembling, feeling the fires of passion sweep through her body; she began to sweat and it was hard to breathe; "No, no," she screamed, "You fuckin' bitch, I won't, I won't, Ahhhh, Andy, help me, please."

The Countess dropped her robe to the floor, her coppery skin glowing in the candle flames, swaying slowly back and forth. She held out her arms, "Come to me my wild one," she purred, "Come and experiencessse incredible essstacies; passsionsss you have never dreamed of, come to me." 

Marissa gave a choked sob and began to walk towards the swaying figure, her body was aflame and she couldn't control herself any longer. Her last conscious thought was of Her Andy, then she was in the Countesses' arms and her lust consumed her.

Marissa clung to the Countess' firm body as a drowning man clings to a log; their mouths glued together as they explored each other, stroking and rubbing. The Cobra picked up Marissa in her long sinuous arms and carried her to a huge bed in a corner of the room. Marissa was showering the angular face with kisses, her passion beyond control. 

The Cobra laid Marissa softly on the bed, spread her legs apart, crawled between her thighs, and began to feast on her sopping cunt. Marissa was in ecstasy, the Cobra's tongue was deep inside her and it felt as if it was a foot long as it licked her soft walls.

She mauled her own breasts, squeezing the flesh, pulling on her stiff nipples, loving the sweet pain. Then that marvelous tongue found her clit and began to make love to it. Marissa felt several thin fingers driving into her gushing pussy, twisting and turning, pushing her ever closer to a bone crushing orgasm. She felt as if her heart was bursting, her bones melting, her orgasm slamming into her like a sledge hammer. It was as if she was hearing someone else screaming, a long way off, but it was she. 

Marissa screamed and screamed as the Cobra ate her and fucked her, she was cumming again and again, bucking and thrashing on the bed as that marvelous tongue and those thrusting fingers drove her insane. She felt herself blacking out, her senses overloading, then she fainted. 

When Marissa awoke, she was being rocked in the Cobra's arms, the woman making little crooning noises as if she was her baby. "Did you have a nissse ressst, my lovely," murmured the Cobra, "Your climaxsss were magnifisssent, so thrilling, now I know you will be my favorite." Marissa jerked out of the woman's embrace, "I'm not your favorite, I'm not," she began to sob, "I love My Andy. Please let me see her, please." 

The Cobra snickered, "All in good time, my delicate flower, but firssst, you mussst give me pleasure asss well. It iss only fair, isss it not?" 

Before Marissa could respond, the Cobra's silver cylinder puffed in her face and she felt her lust rising, losing all control again. The Cobra kissed her passionately and she felt herself responding, their tongues twisting in each others mouths, saliva dripping. 

Marissa kneaded the Cobra's small firm breasts, pinching and pulling on the stiff nipples, kissing her frantically. Then she began to lick and suck down the woman's body, loving the feel of the golden skin, listening to the hissing moans as the woman squirmed beneath her.

Then Marissa reached the Cobra's pussy. She was totally hairless, a long dripping slit and an almost non-existent pubic mound; almost pre-pubescent in appearance. Marissa spread the pussy lips apart with her thumbs, leaving long, lingering licks along the length of the oozing slit. Her body was no longer in her control, the concentrated pheromones driving her on as she pleasured the woman she desperately hated. The Cobra howled as Marissa filled her mouth with pink pussy flesh, driving her tongue deep into the gushing folds, eating for all she was worth. 

Marissa felt the Cobra's slim thighs against her head, the long fingers tangling in her brown hair. The Cobra began to fuck Marissa's face, humping wildly, uttering short, high pitched screams, gasping between each scream. Marissa thrust four fingers into the narrow slit, pumping viciously, biting and gnawing the woman's engorged clit, shaking her head back and forth, growling like a dog with a bone. 

The Cobra began to cum, her body becoming rigid; back arching, her long fingernails ripping Marissa's scalp. Marissa attacked her savagely, pummeling her pussy, abusing her clit, making her cum and cum and cum until, with one final shriek, "Eeeaaahhheee!" she collapsed on the bed, passed out. 

Marissa climbed from the bed, her face covered with the Cobra's thick cum. Her knees were wobbly and she felt like going to sleep; but she needed to get out of here, she had to find Andy. She tottered from one side of the room to another, looking for a way out. There was none. Then she looked at the woman she hated on the bed, she was snoring, a contented smile on her face. 

Marissa began to cry, huge gasping sobs that racked her body; she fell to her knees, hugging herself, rocking to and fro. She had betrayed Her Andy, making love with that awful woman, letting her touch her, excite her; she felt dirty and used. "Oh Andy," she sobbed, hugging her body "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I'm not your Mariss' any more, I'm a cheap slut, a whore, that woman's whore, Oh Andy, Oh God." She curled up on the rug, crying softly in her pain, finally falling asleep.

***

Andy walked swiftly down the corridor, UZI at the ready. That guard was going to wake up sooner or later; she needed to make a move now. Then she saw a half opened door. Creeping closer, she listened for a moment, hearing voices and loud humming sounds. She looked in and saw two men sitting at a bank of screens and keyboards. 'A communications center', she thought to herself, 'If I can get a signal out, we may stop these jokers before they do more damage'. 

She stepped into the room, both men turned towards her, "Hey Ahmed," said the one with glasses, "What's the Mistress want now?" Andy tried to make her voice gruff, "Wants to see you, both of you, I'm keeping watch."

"Oh crap," said the taller one, "What the heck have we done now? Put it on automatic reply, Hans."

They walked out and down the corridor, talking animatedly. Andy shut the door, locked it, sat in the control chair, put on earphones, keyed the mike and began to manipulate the controls, searching for the right frequency. Locating it's unique carrier wave, she smiled and began to speak "Bear Cave, this is Panda Bear, do you read me, Panda Bear calling Bear Cave..."

"Bear Cave to Panda Bear," said a voice in her ears, "Is that you Panda Bear, we lost track of you, you ok?"

"Not really," Andy replied, "I don't know where I am and these bastards have Marissa, I need some help here, fast." 

"Juuust a minute, ah, there we are," the voice replied, "Got a lock on your signal, here's the visual, focusing, well, I'll be damned. Keyhole shows you're on the interstate, about thirty five miles out of the Twin Lakes metroplex. You're ridin' in a quad semi, Panda Bear; in fact, you're in a convoy. Must be twenty-five, thirty semis, nose to tail, all of 'em quads; regular Aussie road train convention. You join the circus, Panda Bear?"

"Not quite," Andy groaned, "This is the Universal Weapons Exposition, startin' its U.S. tour. The expo's a cover. They're gun runnin' Bear Cave, big time, all sorts of weapons, heavy stuff including missiles. They threw a big party and invited arms dealers from around the world. We were invited too When we found out what they were up we were drugged and kidnapped. We gotta stop 'em."

"Roger that," the voice replied, "We'll take 'em out before they reach a heavily populated area. Sit tight, Panda Bear, Mama Bear says the cavalry's on the way. Don't go gettin' yourself killed."

"Roger that, sittin' tight, Bear Cave, Panda Bear out." 

"Fuck that sittin' tight," muttered Andy, "I'm gonna find my Mariss."

***

When Marissa awakened, she was alone in the Cobra's bedroom. She had been washed and dressed in designer shorts and a top. Fashionable walking shoes were on her feet. Her hair had been combed and brushed, and she smelled faintly of perfume. 'I guess this is how the Cobra treats her 'pets', she thought wryly, 'I guess that's what I am now, one of her fuckin' pets. Oh Andy', she sighed, 'I loved you so, goodbye my darling, I'll never see you again'.

She sat heavily on the couch, feeling lost. Suddenly the door opened and a figure stood in the doorway; dressed in dark green coveralls and heavy boots, the face covered by a pullover mask, carrying an UZI. 'Oh no', Marissa thought, 'what is she going to do to me now, kill me 'cause I didn't satisfy her enough'? She rose from the couch and walked towards the individual in the doorway, shoulders slumped, "Okay, I'm comin', where we goin' now?"

The hooded figure gestured for her to come closer until they were face to face. Marissa was shaking, what fresh horrors awaited her. Then the individual lifted the mask "Surprise, Lil' bit," said Andy, smiling at her. Marissa's eyes widened in shock, "Andy, Oh My God, Andy, is it really you, is it really you?" 

Andy gave her heart's desire a crooked grin, "It's me , Mariss', big as life and twice as mean," she closed the door, put down the UZI and opened her arms, "C'mere my love." Marissa squealed with joy as she flung herself into Andy's strong arms; the separated parts were whole once more. She showered her lover's face with kisses that Andy happily returned. They hugged each other tightly, glorying in the contact, their desire for each other increasing with each kiss and caress.

"Oh Andy," Marissa began to cry, "I thought you were gone forever, I just wanted to die. That horrible woman, she forced me to make love to her and she made love to me, those damn pheromones, I couldn't control myself. Oh Andy, I'm not your Mariss' anymore, I'm the Cobra's little whore." 

Instantly, Andy was consumed with rage; 'that fuckin' bitch drugged and raped My Mariss', she thought, 'that fuckin' Contessa's gonna fuckin' die, I'll see to it personally'. She hugged her sobbing partner tighter than ever, "Don't cry, Lil' bit, you're no ones whore, least of all that human snake's, you're my Mariss', My Lil' bit, my lover, my partner, my reason for livin'," Andy felt the tears starting, damn, she hated crying.

As they clung together, Andy and Marissa's passions were rising, their love for one another blotting out the world around them. Marissa looked at Andy; her eyes were shining, only partially from her tears. "Make love to me, My Andy," she whispered, "Make love to me and wipe away every trace of that horrible woman from my body. I need you my love, I need you now."

Andy hesitated, those attack helicopters were gonna' be here any minute, there was gonna' be a hell of a firefight and they were right in the middle of it; plus she had a score to settle with that Cobra bitch. Then, Marissa was walking away, dropping her clothes, jumping onto the huge bed, holding out her arms, calling to her. Andy unzipped her coverall and yanked off her boots, the air cool on her naked body. 'Fuck it', she thought, 'I'm goin' to my Mariss', we'll die together if that's what the fate's want'. 

She strode to the bed, climbed in and gathered Marissa into her arms. The contact of their skins was like a charge of electricity, making them wriggle with pleasure. They began the lover's dance, the blending of bodies and souls; the integration of two individuals into a rolling wave of sweet desire, wrapped in the satin of their yearning for each other. They were together, they were complete. 

 Marissa cupped Andy's beautiful breasts in her hands, squeezing gently, sucking on the large, stiff nipples, licking the pebbled aureoles, coating them with her saliva. Andy moaned as her Mariss' made love to her breasts, thrilling her beyond measure. 

She began to stroke Marissa's soft belly, teasing her button, combing her fingernails through the brown pubic hair, edging teasingly toward the moist pussy mound. Marissa whimpered, lifting her hips in response to her lover's touch, sucking greedily on huge mouthfuls of Andy's breast flesh. 

She sighed with pleasure as Andy slid two long fingers into her, rolling them against the pink folds, her thumb caressing the swollen clit. Andy moaned as Marissa removed one hand from her throbbing breast and slid three fingers into her sopping pussy. Andy lowered her head and took one of Marissa's hard little breasts into her mouth, teasing the nipple with her tongue. 




Cobra in a Black Dress Pt. 02



They began to finger fuck each other faster and faster, thumbs rubbing clits, mouths sucking on nipples, legs spread apart to allow full access to their streaming pussies. Their desperate situation intensifying their desires. The room was filled with the sounds of slurps, squishes and low moans as they pleasured each other; their fingers almost a blur as they rode each others hands, driving toward their mutual orgasms that they loved so very much. 

Marissa began to cum, her muffled moans becoming a full throated scream as Andy's thrusting fingers penetrated deep within her, her engorged clit stimulated beyond endurance. "Ahhhhhh, Oh Godddd Andy, fuck meeeee, Ahhhhh!"

Andy rode Marissa's jabbing fingers like a bucking horse, her pussy engulfing her lover's hand; her clit was aflame as it scrubbed against Marissa's thumb. She felt her orgasm shake her entire body, her cum boiling out of her. "Aghhhh, Mariss', Mariss', fuck, fuck, fuuucckkk, unnhhh!" 

The lovers rode the waves of their orgasms, again and again; each time they thought it was over, their bodies were wracked with fresh spasms as they thrust into each other. Then, with a final heave and scream, they collapsed; their bodies slippery with sweat as they clung to each other in the huge bed. Marissa sighed and kissed her lover, "Andy that was just what I needed. Thank you, my darling. Now I can die happy." Andy nuzzled her soft brown hair and stroked her face, "We're not dead yet, Lil' bit. Help is on the way. Let's get dressed and get outa' here". I got a score to settle." 

Andy checked the UZI as Marissa finished dressing. "We'll act like prisoner and guard, Lil' bit; maybe we can get you a weapon, so it'll be more of a fair fight if we have to make a stand."

Marissa smiled as Andy pulled the mask over her face, "Let's go my beautiful captor, let's go get some bad guys." They stepped from the Cobra's bedchamber and began to walk down the hall. Armed men passed them without a glance, but none were in a position where they could grab their guns. As they walked through a narrow tunnel, Andy noticed an increase in road noise. Must be a bridge between trailers, she thought. 

Their bodies swayed as the vehicle suddenly decreased speed and a loud explosion was heard. "Party's startin', Mariss'," cried Andy, "Let's move."

Another explosion and the vehicle accelerated, almost throwing them off their feet. "They're makin' a run for it. Probably headed for the city where the gun ships can't get to 'em without hurtin' innocent people. C'mon, Mariss' we..." 

"Ahmed, there you are," a voice called behind them, "Give the prisoner to me; you're needed at the gun turret." Andy spun around to see a masked man in dark red coveralls running toward them, his submachine gun hanging from a shoulder strap, thumping against his body. When the man was within her reach, Andy pivoted and kicked the man in the head with her heavy boot. He went down like a stone.

"Grab the gun, Mariss'," Andy barked, "Now, we're evenly matched with these bastards." Marissa grabbed the submachine gun; her training with Andy told her it was a MAC 10, .45 cal. Set for full auto, with a 32 round clip. "Locked and loaded, Stretch," grinned Marissa, "Let's kick some Cobra ass."

They began to run down the corridor again, throwing open doors, finding no one. "Where the hell is everybody, Mariss'?" Andy grunted as they ran, "We gotta find some way outta this rat's maze." The words had no more than left her lips, when four armed men in various colors of coveralls ran from a door in front of them, shouting and leveling their weapons. The women dropped to the floor and began shooting; the men returned fire, but quickly were down and not moving. 

Marissa paused, looking at the bleeding bodies, "Andy," she said in a low voice, "I, I never killed anyone before..." Andy hugged her tightly, "Hang on, it was us or them. It doesn't get any easier, Lil' bit, trust me, I know."

There was a loud roar and the women were thrown against the wall. The vehicle was slowing rapidly, brakes hissing and screeching; another explosion rocked them as all forward motion stopped. Marissa heard a scream behind the door they were leaning against; "Andy," she called, "Someone's in here, I think they're hurt."

Andy fumbled with the ring of keys on her belt, on the third try, the door opened. Nine young women wearing shapeless blue dresses were huddled in a corner of the room. They were terrified, crying and moaning. Seeing Andy, an Asian woman cried, "Oh please don't kill us, please, we're good girls, where is our Mistress, she will save us." 

Marissa's heart lurched, these must be some of the Cobra's 'pets'. "Get out of here, NOW!" she hollered at the weeping women, "We're under attack, run for your lives." The women didn't budge, continuing to wail that their mistress would save them. "Leave 'em, Lil' bit," growled Andy, "They're paralyzed with fear and probably brainwashed by that bitch. They'll have to take their chances."

'How the hell big is this thing'? Andy wondered, as they ran down yet another corridor. An open door caught their eye. Sounds of gunfire were coming from it. Andy and Marissa crept forward and looked in. Five men were inside; three manning a twin 40mm gun turret protruding from the roof of the trailer, two acting as loaders, handing up clips of ammunition. They never knew what hit them. 

Andy scrambled up the ladder to the turret, pushing bodies aside; she depressed the gun barrels and looked outside. "Holy shit, Mariss', c'mon up here, you've gotta see this." 

Marissa was up the ladder in a flash. Outside, a bizarre tableau met their eyes. AH-64 Apache helicopters and A-10 Warthog planes were locked in combat with the armored trailer trucks of the Cobra's gang; burning and exploding aircraft and vehicles littering the landscape. The trucks had formed a double defensive ring like an old west wagon train, their turrets firing back at their attackers.

"Andy," Marissa gasped, "It looks like World War Three out there," she winced as a nearby trailer exploded in a sheet of flame. "How come we're in the middle of the defensive ring?" They ducked as an Apache Attack Helicopter buzzed their turret, chain gun firing, discharging its rockets; another trailer exploded nearby, almost knocking them from their perch.

"We must be the command post," Andy shouted over the noise, "That means the Cobra is nearby, what say we pay her a visit?" Marissa gave her lover an evil grin, patting her sub machine gun; "I think my friend MAC and I want to pay the bitch a little social call, Stretch, let's get a move on."

They ran on, trying more doors; then they heard it, that hissing voice, screeching with rage. "Foolsss, incompetentsss, fight, you cowardsss, fight, fight for your Mistresss."

Andy slowly opened the door; the Cobra was seated at a large console, facing a bank of plasma screens showing various sights of the battle that raged outside, shrieking orders into a throat microphone. She was flanked by four technicians in yellow coveralls, casually typing commands, directing the defense. Andy and Marissa stepped quietly into the room, unnoticed by their enemies.

Leveling their weapons, Andy spoke, "Hey snake lady, the fun's over. You and your playmates stand up and get against the wall."

The Cobra turned, her face contorted, yellow eyes blazing, "You bitchesss," she shrieked, "You will die for ressssisssting the Cobra, kill them, you foolsss, kill them."

The technicians swiveled in their chairs, grabbing for their side arms; a blaze of gunfire and they were dead, their consoles shattered and smoking. "Okay Cobra," said Andy, "That's the ball game. Stand up, hands over your head." 

The Cobra stood up from her chair, ignoring the calls for instructions coming from the banks of screens; her eyes were mere slits as she began slowly swaying from side to side. "Sssuch pretty ladiesss, ssso beautiful, we could have had sssuch pleasssuresss together. My sssample of you, my brown haired beauty, wasss ssso deliciousss. I want the blonde one nexssst, Hakim."

Marissa saw a huge shadow fall on the floor to their left, "Andy, look out!" she screamed as the giant Hakim appeared out of nowhere, lunging for them. 

"Mariss, thirty-two," Andy hollered, calling a Combat Gymnastic Maneuver they had practiced many times. As the giant lunged at them, the women easily evaded his grasp; pivoting on their hands, they slammed their feet against each side of the giant's bald head. Hakim staggered, blood pouring from his ears and nose, roaring like a wounded lion. 

Reaching into the folds of his robe, he produced a huge scimitar and, swinging it wildly, charged the women again. Again they evaded the giant and his flashing blade as the Cobra howled for him to kill them. "Mariss', forty-one," called Andy, again two sets of heels struck Hakim with all the force the women could muster; this time in the chest and lower back. He staggered again, blood pouring from his ears, nose and mouth; his breathing ragged, still he would not fall. 

Suddenly he lunged at Andy, his razor sharp scimitar barely shaving her short blonde hair as she ducked. The scimitar's handle caught her on the temple and she tumbled to the floor. 

"Hey, ugly," Marissa cried, "Take this," emptying half of the MAC's 30 round clip into the giant. He tottered and fell like a collapsing building, blood spurting everywhere. Then Marissa heard that evil chuckle behind her. 

"Now my pretty one, it isss jussst the two of usss." Marissa turned and looked down the barrel of a Colt .44 Magnum pistol the Cobra was pointing at her. "Sssuch fire, sssuch passion, I will have you for my ssspecial pet, little one, we will essscape from thisss place and you will pleeasssure me forever."

Marissa was shaking with rage, "I'm goin' nowhere, you creepy bitch, you better kill me right here, 'cause the first time I get the chance, I'll kill you."

The Cobra chuckled again, "Ah, my sssweet one, I think thisss may change your mind." Holding the pistol steady in her right hand she pulled a silver cylinder from her black dress with her left and pointed it at Marissa. 'Oh no', her mind screamed, 'Not again, I'd rather die'. 

"Mariss', drop," Andy's voice barked. Marissa dove to the floor as a shot rang out. There was a dull thud and the sharp hiss of escaping gas. Marissa heard a strangled cry from the Cobra and looked up to see her clutching a shattered hand, her pistol lying on the floor.

Andy climbed painfully to her feet; "Fuckin' UZI was on single shot," she muttered, "I wanted to give her the whole clip, got the hand instead; busted that cylinder all to hell, it exploded in her face. You okay, Lil bit?"

Marissa was staring wide eyed as the Cobra fell to the floor twitching and moaning, her back arching as spittle sprayed from her mouth. She began tearing at her clothing, ripping and shredding until she was naked, making guttural moans and howls.

"Andy, my God, what's she doing, what's wrong with her?" Marissa cried, "She's having a fit, can't we help her?" The Cobra was writhing and twisting, screaming incoherently, mauling her breasts and shoving her hand into her foaming pussy.

"That cylinder," gasped Andy, "It was the cylinder, Mariss'. She got the entire load of that concentrated pheromone stuff right in her face," she shuddered, "She's fuckin' herself to death."

Suddenly, The Cobra's hand found the pistol she had dropped. Before Andy or Marissa could stop her, she jammed the barrel deep in her pussy, using it as a deadly dildo, pounding and pounding, uttering unearthly howls.

Marissa covered her ears to shut out the horrible sounds. The Cobra gave one final massive heave, blood spurting from her pussy, her spine snapping like a twig; and, in a gesture of finality, the Magnum discharged and her chest exploded in huge gouts of blood and flesh. 

Andy gazed in disgust at the bloody mess on the floor that had once been a woman. Marissa was vomiting in a corner, her sides heaving. A terrific explosion rocked the trailer and suddenly the room was filled with soldiers in body armor, carrying M-16's. 

"What the hell happened here, lady," asked the squad's Sergeant, "You two do this?"

Andy gave him a lopsided grin, "Not all of it, yeah, most of it, I guess." Marissa had joined her, having regained her composure; "Do you have some water on you, Sergeant?" she asked, "My mouth tastes like the bottom of a birdcage."

The Sergeant grinned, "Yes ma'am, Hey, Cooper," he called to a PFC nearby, who was staring at Hakim's bullet riddled corpse, "Give your canteen to this lady." 

Moments later, they were seated in a mobile command post being debriefed by a bird Colonel from Army Intelligence. The women found out that most of the Cobra's gang had fought to the death, as many of them were international criminals with no desire to go back to jail. Special forensic teams were combing through the wreckage of the trailers, looking for monetary and operational records to determine how the Cobra was able to finance such an elaborate scheme.

Many of the weapons recovered were determined to be stolen from a variety of sources, and, since most were illegal, would be destroyed. Details of the operation were being kept as secret as possible, given the fact that the gang may have had terrorist ties. Once the debriefing was over, the women just wanted to go home, and said so. They rode in a troop carrier helicopter; the soldiers on board flirting with them all the way. 

***

Two weeks had passed since Andy and Marissa's encounter with The Cobra. Little mention was made in the media of the small war that had occurred; only an item that the Universal Weapons Exposition convoy had been involved in an accident traveling between cities. The Exposition's travel itinerary had been suspended indefinitely due to the extent of the damage and a further statement would be pending. 

One sunny Saturday, the women were cuddling in their bed after a particularly satisfying session of lovemaking with their double ended dildo. The 'phone buzzed and Marissa reached for it; Andy stopped her and began to lick her nipple, "Whoa, Lil' bit, let the machine get it, I need some more lovin' from my best girl." Marissa giggled and pushed her breast into Andy's mouth, running her fingers through her lover's short, blonde hair. 

Suddenly, the answering machine activated; "Panda Bear, be ready in one-half hour, front lawn, urgent," came a flat, emotionless voice from the speaker. Andy pulled her mouth from Marissa's nipple with a soft 'pop'; "Damn it," she muttered, "Let's get dressed, Mariss,' someone wants to see us." She jumped from the bed and began rummaging through their closets. 

"Who wants to see us, Andy?" Marissa asked as she began to look for an outfit, "What shall I wear?" Andy grinned, "Dress casual, Lil' bit, slacks are fine. We gotta get a move on." 

***

One-half hour later, they were waiting on the front lawn of their home. Marissa gave a little shriek as wind suddenly gusted around them and an unmarked black helicopter alighted soundlessly on the lawn. A door opened in the craft's side and they climbed in. The cabin was sealed and they could not see the pilots. "Occupants strap in, please," said a mechanical voice, "ETA, thirty minutes." The cabin windows were blacked out, so Marissa began asking Andy some questions. Her lover chuckled as Marissa said in her best Cuban accent, "Looosy, you got some 'splainin' to do." They both loved to watch old 50's sitcoms and would quote lines from them to each other. 

"Yeah, I guess I do, Mariss'," sighed Andy. "There's some things about me that I haven't told you, but now's the time." She paused and Marissa looked at her expectantly, "What are you, a secret agent or something? Out with it, woman."

Andy shook her head, "Not exactly, I was involved in counter espionage; there are some things I can't tell you, so you'll have to trust me." Marissa squeezed Andy's hand, "I trust you with my life, dear one, what can you tell me?"

Andy squeezed back, "I was in the Army and I was ostensibly in the Military Police, but I was active in the Intelligence and Counter-Espionage Unit. We collaborated with the various government agencies on many cases, and I got to know a lot of good people. It was exciting at first; I saw and did some pretty wild stuff, but after a while it got ugly and I guess I burned out. 

I was Honorably Discharged, but I elected to remain on reserve, should they ever need me again. I started "The Armed Woman" magazine because I liked guns and I felt that women who liked to shoot weren't getting enough publicity; it was all focused on men. It's been about three years since my discharge, and although I had a lot on my plate, I was still alone. Then I met you, Mariss', and my life changed forever." 

Andy paused, a tear ran down her cheek; Marissa was surprised, Her Andy never cried, even when she was hurt. If she hadn't been strapped in, she would have been in Andy's arms in a flash; but all she could do was take Andy's hand in both of hers, rubbing softly. "Oh Andy," she said, her voice breaking, "The minute I saw you standing there that day, protecting me, I think I fell in love with you at that moment." 

Andy sighed, "I knew you were the one for me too, Lil' bit, right then and there I knew we belonged together." The women managed to kiss repeatedly in spite of the straps, then the helicopter landed and the door opened. They walked across the roof and through bulletproof glass doors into a nondescript office tower in a huge complex of buildings, rode a nonstop elevator to the top floor, and stepped into a large conference room. Marissa was in awe, this was just like in the movies; secret agents, stealth helicopters, mysterious buildings, and her Andy a part of it all. "So very good to see you again, Panda Bear," said a deep contralto voice behind them.

Andy and Marissa turned to see a tall woman walking toward them. Her short iron gray hair and black business suit gave her a refined air of authority. Her face was that of a beautiful woman that had aged gracefully. Full figured, she had a lovely smile and her eyes were kind. Andy strode to meet her, "Good to see you too, Mama Bear," then the women embraced and kissed with the easy familiarity of lovers.

Marissa felt a pang of jealousy as the women continued kissing and hugging for what seemed to Marissa to be an eternity, but only lasted a short time. The gray haired woman stepped back from Andy, clasping her hands in hers, "You look radiant, my dear, a woman in love, I can tell." 

She looked at Marissa, "Is this the young lady I've heard so much about?" Andy nodded with a wide grin on her face. The woman turned to Marissa, "Come here, young lady, I want to meet the person that has made my Panda Bear so happy."

Marissa stepped forward and the woman hugged her tightly, kissing her on the forehead; she felt protected in the woman's arms, it was like Her Andy holding her. The woman released her after a minute and gestured toward some chairs, "Please, sit, may I offer you something to drink, are you hungry?"

Before they could respond, Mama Bear turned her head slightly and said aloud, "I'll be right there, I understand," in a clipped voice; she smiled at Andy and Marissa, "I shall return presently, we have a lot to talk about, press the button on the chair arm if you need anything," then she was gone. Andy watched her go with a half smile on her face, Marissa saw it and felt jealous again. She had to ask, "Andy, were you and Mama Bear lovers?"

Andy leaned back in her chair, a faraway look in her eye, "Yeah, Lil' bit, we were lover's once, many years ago; we met when I was a first year trainee and she was an instructor's aide. We soon became friends and we both knew there was somethin' goin' on between us. I came out to her one evening after we had been havin' a few drinks, it was against regulations, but I didn't care. I figured she was gay too, from the way she looked at me when we were together." 




Cobra in a Black Dress Pt. 02



Andy sighed, "We went back to her place and made love all night; she was my first and I'll always remember how gentle she was with me." Marissa felt sad for Andy, the tone of her voice was tinged with longing. "Why aren't you still together?" she asked, her eyes were wet as she waited for the answer.

"It wasn't meant to be, Lil' bit," said Andy, her voice a whisper, "Our assignments meant long times apart, we just drifted away, I guess," she put her head in her hands, "It wasn't meant to be." 

Marissa knelt beside Andy, putting her arm around her shoulders; her heart was breaking as she asked, "Do you still love her?" Andy raised her head, "You never forget your first love, Lil' bit, but I love you now, with all my heart and soul," tears stung her eyes, "I'm yours, Mariss', for as long as you want this old dyke."

Marissa flung herself into Andy's arms, almost knocking her from the chair, she was crying too. "Oh Andy, my sweet love, I'll always be yours, for ever and ever, I'll never leave you, never." They clung together, kissing and crying until a polite cough made them turn around. It was Mama Bear, her eyes glistening, holding out a box of tissues. "I thought you might need these," she said, smiling, "And I was right. It would seem you're having a moment here."

When Andy and Marissa had regained their composure, Mama Bear brought them up to date on the aftermath of the Cobra's defeat. "We have very little information on Countess Arraja, we're not even sure if that was her real name. It appears she was born in the area of North Africa, some time in the early Sixties. She lived in Bedouin camps until she came of age, then little is known of her activities until she appeared years later in Italy.

She had married an Italian Count, who had the title and a small fortune. He disappeared in a sailing accident three years later. After that, she began consorting with various members of the international underworld and we think she had Middle East and European connections that were useful to them. 

Then she went into arms trafficking across the world, and six months ago she and her traveling weapons show landed here. We tracked her for some time, but could get no solid leads. She was a clever woman. We're still trying to sort out her encoded computer files; most were lost in the firefight, but we still have a lot to process, it could take years." Mama Bear paused, "Any questions, ladies?"

"I have one," said Marissa, "What happened to her sex slaves, her 'pets' as she called them," she shuddered, "That bitch wanted to make me one." Mama Bear shook her head, "Some lived, others died in the attack; they wouldn't run, they kept saying their Mistress would save them, it was very sad." 

Andy growled deep in her throat, "What happened to her fuckin' pheromone lab and her fuckin' scientists that were makin' that crap? She used it on my Mariss, I'm glad I killed the bitch, or helped her kill herself."

Mama Bear smiled, patting Andy on the shoulder, "And a fine job you did too, I've seen the tapes," she turned to Marissa, "You also performed excellently, my dear; fifteen rounds in that monster, not one shot wasted." Marissa blushed and looked at Andy, "I had a good teacher, Mama Bear." Andy smiled at her, and then at Mama Bear, "So did I, Mariss', so did I."

Mama Bear grinned, "As for the pheromone lab, it took a direct hit and the chemicals exploded; everyone in it died, it was reduced to ashes. We'll never know how they prepared that spray."

"Good riddance," Andy muttered. "Mama Bear," said Marissa, "Why did the Countess put on that Cobra act? She was beyond creepy."

"Again, we're not sure," Mama Bear said. "We do know she became involved with an obscure cult of assassins and animal worshippers in Malaysia. They would adopt the personas of the animals and reptiles they felt were their own sacred symbols. Even to the point of altering their bodies through surgery. She may have been one of the more extreme cases."

Mama Bear stood up and handed each of the women a long manila envelope from her portfolio, "You each have earned The Medal Of Freedom and a Presidential Citation for your part in bringing down the Cobra and her gang. Of course you may not show them to anyone for a while, but at least you have them."

"One more thing, ladies," she said with a smile, "I am quite pleased with the way you have improved the magazine's circulation." Marissa gasped, "You're the mysterious third investor?" Mama Bear smiled, "Just my way of helping Andrea over some rough spots after she left us." Marissa shook her head; these women were full of surprises. 

Mama Bear turned her head again, listened, then said "Your ride is waiting, ladies, I must say good-bye. Andy, may I have a word with Marissa, alone?"

"Sure can, Mama Bear," said Andy, they hugged and kissed and then Andy walked out. Mama Bear put her hands on Marissa's shoulders and looked at her intently, "She's a wonderful woman, your Andy and I can tell you two are truly in love." She smiled sadly, "We were lovers once, has she told you that?"

Marissa nodded, "Yes, Mama Bear, she loved you very much, she cried when she told me." Mama Bear sighed, "I loved her too, Marissa, but that was then and this is now. She is yours and I am the past. Take care of her, child, take care of my Panda Bear." A door opened in the wall. Mama Bear turned and walked away; Marissa heard a sob, then she was gone. 

***

Andy and Marissa could not wait to strip and get in the hot tub. The helicopter ride seemed to take forever and both were glad to be home. They sat quietly, enjoying the feel of hot bubbling water on their bare skin, listening to the night sounds. The enormity of their experience, especially after the meeting with Mama Bear, was just hitting them and neither one spoke for a long time. Then, Marissa's hand found Andy's and their fingers wove together.

"I almost lost you," said Marissa, her voice barely above a whisper. "I almost lost you," Andy replied softly, squeezing her hand. 

There was silence for several more minutes. Andy laid her head back on the decking; her eyes closing as the memories of their experience replayed in her head. She felt Marissa's hand leave hers and the water wash against her body. Opening her eyes she saw Marissa standing before her, water streaming down her lithe young body, breasts glistening in the porch light, nipples erect, hazel eyes glowing with love and lust. 

"I want you, my sweet one," said Marissa, gently lifting Andy into a sitting position on the deck and pushing her shoulders back. Andy lay on the decking, the night breeze cool on her hot body; she spread her legs, raising them against her breasts, her hands grasping the backs of her knees, opening herself to her lover. 

Marissa knelt on the hot tub seat, her face directly in line with Andy's pussy and ass; gloriously exposed for her pleasure. She began to lick along the length of Andy's wet pussy, sliding the flat of her tongue over the engorged clit, circling the puffy outer lips, gliding along the strip of skin to the puckered asshole, circling the full ass cheeks.

She licked and licked, nibbling and sucking, over and over, covering the soft skin with a thick coating of saliva; thrilling to the moans and gasps her lover was uttering. Her fingers stroked then pulled the outer pussy lips apart, her tongue burrowing among the soft folds. 

Andy was going mad with pleasure, her lover's lips and tongue searing her flesh like a hot iron, her pussy fluid gushing down her thighs. She began twisting her stiff nipples, pulling and tugging, mauling her breasts; "Ahhhh, Mariss', suck my pussy, Ohhh Goddd, eat me, please, eat meeee..." she screamed as the teasing drove her beyond endurance.

She lifted her head and their eyes met; Marissa peeping playfully at her over Andy's blonde pubic mound, she winked and dropped her head. "Ahhhhhh, Eeeeyesss!" Andy screamed again and again as her lover engulfed her pussy with her hot mouth, swirling her tongue inside the slick pink walls, sucking on the sensitive inner lips; gorging herself on her juicy pussy meal.

Andy grabbed Marissa's head with both hands and thrust her pelvis upward, grinding her crotch against her lovers beautiful face, hips bucking and twisting, locking her legs behind Marissa's neck. Marissa ate Andy's pussy with an animalistic fervor, twisting the rigid clit in her sharp white teeth, uttering hums and growls as she devoured the slippery pink flesh. 

She felt Andy's body go rigid, she was cumming. Marissa savaged Andy's clit with her teeth and tongue as she twisted four fingers deep into the pink hole; and was rewarded with a flood of warm, salty fluid that she swallowed greedily, gush after gush, swallowing every delicious drop. She was drowning in her lover's cum and she was in Heaven. Andy's mind was lost in her orgasms, one after another ripping through her; she heard screams from far away, "Aieeeee, Aieeeee, Ahhhhhh," dimly realizing that it was she that was screaming.

Marissa pulled her head from Andy's grip, gasping for air, her face glistening with cum. She lost her balance and fell back with a huge splash. Andy's body continued to jerk and twitch as her orgasms gradually diminished. She rose up on her elbows and saw her lover sitting in the water, licking cum juice from her lips and fingers, a huge grin on her face. Andy scooted across the deck and slid into the bubbling water. Marissa was still grinning, "Did you like that, Stretch?" she said, sliding over and kissing her. Andy sighed, "You are one amazing woman, and how did I get so lucky as to have you for my partner?"

Marissa giggled, "What do you mean, lucky? You seduced me, you big blonde ape, with your body and those guns, and your jeep, and those sexy cammies; I was just an innocent college student and you were the big, strong, blonde, gun toting lesbian. I guess I'm a sucker for big, strong, blonde lesbians."

Andy's strength was returning, and with it her desire. "You know what the big, strong, blonde lesbian wants to do now?" she asked, her voice thick with lust. Marissa felt a thrill go through her. "No," she replied in a 'little girl' voice, "What does the big ol' lesbian want to do now?"

Andy rose from the water, lifting Marissa with one arm around her waist, carrying her to the deck. "She wants to eat the pussy and asshole of a certain innocent college student until she can't cum any more. Hands and knees, lover, It's my turn now." Marissa was shaking with passion as she knelt at the edge of the hot tub, her glorious ass high in the air and her head pillowed on a rolled towel.

Her breath caught in her throat as Andy's long tongue began to make lazy circles around her puckered star, her hands massaging the firm, round ass cheeks, her warm breath on the sensitive skin. Marissa already felt the juices running down her thighs; she could cum just from this, but she wanted it to last as long as possible. 

Andy licked and bit the sweet globes of Marissa's ass, leaving red marks on the taut flesh, sucking hard on the dimples. She slowly pulled the saliva coated cheeks apart, hearing Marissa gasp and moan; she stiffened her tongue and probed the wrinkled hole, feeling the muscle pulse as her tongue slid in.

Andy pushed her tongue in as deep as she could; wriggling it against the silky walls, her lips sucking on wrinkled flesh. She slid three fingers into Marissa's sloppy pussy and began to twist them in and out, her thumb rubbing the bridge of sensitive skin between the two holes. Marissa thought her heart would jump from her chest; she was almost fainting from the excitement. Andy was eating her asshole and fucking her pussy with such intensity that it was driving her crazy. 

She felt Andy's hot mouth and warm tongue leave her asshole and she whimpered at the loss; they were instantly replaced by two juice covered fingers pumping in past the second knuckle. Andy slid a fourth finger into Marissa's gushing pussy, pumping her fingers into both holes as fast as she could, sucking and biting on the wet ass cheeks, driving her lover towards a spine shattering orgasm. 

Marissa was close to cumming and began making little shrieks as she felt her orgasm building. Her senses were reeling as Andy added a third finger in her asshole and began to fist her pussy. "Ahhhhhh, Goddddd, fuck me, fuck me. Andyyyyy, fuck me, fuck meeeeee..." she screamed as she came and came, spraying her lover's face and hands with sticky cum, thrusting herself onto Andy's fist and fingers again and again until she collapsed in a heap, gasping and whimpering.

Andy was at her side in an instant, cradling her quivering body in her arms, crooning soothingly, letting her orgasms subside slowly. Marissa finally was able to speak, "My God, Andy, you're the best lover that there ever was. I feel as if I've been taken apart and put together again, thank you, thank you."

Andy stroked her cheek, "You're the best too, Lil' bit, I've never cum as hard as I do with you. I guess when it comes to lovemaking, we can be either the musician or the instrument, but we still make beautiful music together."

Marissa sighed happily, looking up at her lover, "You can toot my horn anytime you like, blondie" and then she shivered. "What's it gonna be, Stretch, hot tub or bed, it's gettin' a little cool out here." 

Andy yawned, "I vote bed, we're lookin' at a deadline in the mornin', which we better meet or we're gonna' have a bunch of pissed-off subscribers next month." 

Marissa climbed to her feet, "Roger that, Panda Bear, only keep your hands to yourself or we wont get any rest at all."

Andy pinched her butt, "That depends entirely on you, you little minx, always trying to entice me with your charms." 

Marissa cocked her head and smiled evilly, "Last one in bed has to cook breakfast in the mornin', race ya'." She took off running toward the kitchen door, laughing; Andy right on her heels. As it turned out, they had each other for breakfast instead, but they did make the deadline.

End.



Cobra in a Black Dress



***

Three weeks later, Andy and Marissa were standing in the VIP tent of the Universal Weapons Exposition. The Central City Auditorium was filled with manufacturer's displays, thus, the reception and entertainment activities were housed in huge and climate controlled tents adjacent to the building. 

The women looked stunning in their designer evening dresses and high heels, drawing much attention from the predominantly male participants and glares from the few females in attendance. Since their dresses were form fitting, they had worn nothing underneath; the shimmering fabric outlining every curve of their toned bodies. Andy's taller, more rounded frame and close cropped white blonde hair contrasting with Marissa's shorter, slim figure and flowing dark brown hair. All eyes were on them and they were secretly enjoying the attention, although neither would admit it. 

The clothing, evening bags and shoes had arrived mysteriously one week before the Exposition; with a note from 'Miss Smith' saying they were in appreciation for their efforts in publicizing the event. Andy and Marissa were amazed to discover that the dresses and shoes fit them perfectly.

"I really don't know about this, Stretch," said Marissa, brushing the light blue silk fabric. "How'd that woman know our sizes? I'm getting creeped out again." 

Andy lifted the hem of her rose pink dress, showing her tanned thigh to her lover. "I dunno, Lil' bit, but, hey, pink's kinda my color, doncha think?"

Seemingly on a silent command, the buzz of conversation ceased. All the attendees turned and faced the stage at the far end of the tent. The curtain parted and 'Miss Smith' glided through, wearing her usual black sheath, followed by her hulking escort, his bald head shining in the overhead lights. 

"Those two couldn't get lost in this crowd if they tried," Andy whispered to Marissa, "They stand out like a dog's balls." Marissa barely stifled a giggle and several people near them glared, seemingly offended by her amusement.

"Thank you all for attending thisss first of a multi-city tour of the Universssal Weaponsss Exposssition," said 'Miss Smith'. "For thossse of you who do not know me, I am Countessss Charmaine Arraja, and thisss isss my associate, Hakim Abul Bin-Kahlam. Pleasss avail yourselves of the refressshments, and then dinner will be ssserved at eight o' clock, sssharp. Let usss begin with some entertainment. Dansssing isss permitted."

The Countess stepped down from the stage, Hakim in tow as they mingled with the crowd. The curtain rose revealing several musicians who launched into a familiar tune, their lead singer dancing about the stage.

"Andy," said Marissa, "Isn't that..." 

Andy shook her head in amazement, "I'll be darned, Lil' bit, I thought they were on tour, how did she...?" 

A sibilant voice interrupted her, "Ahh, Misss Vaughn and Misss Lyonsss, ssso glad you could be here tonight. Are you two enjoying yourssselvesss?"

Andy and Marissa turned to see the Countess and Hakim approaching them, the crowd of people parting before them like the bow wave of a ship.

"You both look marvelousss in your dresssesss, I trussst they were the right fit," the Countess purred, flashing her toothy smile.

Andy grinned, "Just like gloves, Countess. Say, how did you know our sizes, and how did you get ...?" 

The Countess waved her hand airily, "Trade secretsss, Misss Vaughn, it isss of no consssequenssse. Pleassse enjoy yourselvesss, we will ssspeak again later." They walked away, leaving Andy and Marissa puzzled and curious.

"Andy," said Marissa, "Who is that woman, how can she do all these things?" She rubbed her dress, "This, that band, this party, these people, what the heck is going on around here?"

Andy frowned, "Damn if I know. You know what else Mariss', there's no other media people and no gun people here, we're the only ones; I don't recognize a soul."

Marissa nodded. "What's more, half of these people look like they belong on a wanted poster. I wish I had my Beretta." 

They began to circulate, each taking a glass of wine from one of the dozens of tuxedoed wait staff moving about in the throng, making a mental note of the many sinister appearing people leering at them. 

Then they spotted a pair of large metal doors protruding into the far end of the tent and decided to do a little exploring. The crowd's attention was focused on the stage, so no one noticed them open one of the doors slightly and slip inside. 

The dim lighting revealed what seemed to be a long metal hallway, its high ceiling almost obscured in the gloom. Boxes and crates were piled high on the floor, leaving a narrow passage to walk between them. Andy pulled a mini-halogen flashlight from her purse. Marissa did the same as they began to examine the labels on the crates.

"Andy," whispered Marissa, "Why would a crate of powdered milk from UNICEF designated for Namibia, be at a weapons show?"

Andy grunted, "I guess for the same reason that two shipping containers of U. S. Army MRE's sent to Myanmar would be here, Mariss'. This is screwy, I wanna look some more, c'mon." 

As they walked, the 'tunnel' suddenly split into several intersecting 'tunnels', like the fingers of an outstretched hand. Boxes, crates and shipping containers were everywhere; and all they examined bore designations of foodstuffs, relief supplies, educational materials, tools, etc., designated for countries across the globe.

"Andy", said Marissa sadly, "Can we stop for just a minute, these heels are killing me." She sat on a crate, removed her shoes and began to rub her feet. "Why don't we just open one of these puppies and see what's inside?"

Andy grinned, "That's why I love you, Lil' bit, you think like snoopin' ol' me." Reading the label, she tugged on the lid of a crate, "How 'bout a nice protein energy bar before dinner?"

The lid came free and she shined the light inside. "Holy shit," she exclaimed, "Lookee here, Mariss." Marissa was at her side in an instant.

"Ohmigawd, Andy, aren't those Kalashnikov AK-47's? I fired one at the range. You can't own one of these without a special permit. Why have these if they can't sell them easily?" 

Andy was opening another crate, "Look at these MRE's, Lil' bit, not much protein in them either." 

Marissa looked in, "Armalite-Colt M-16' A3's, still in the oil wrap. What's in the rest of these boxes; RPG's and hand grenades?" 

Andy frowned, "I'm not sure, but I've got a pretty good idea we're in a bit of deep doo-doo. Let's get these lids back on these boxes and get out of here. I've gotta make a phone call and the signal won't get through all this metal."

When the lids were fastened down, the women made their way back the way they came. "What do you think this 'Countess' and that trained ape of hers are up to?" Marissa whispered.

"Gun smugglin', Lil' bit, international weapons trafficking. This travelin' arms exposition's the perfect cover. They move across the world, buyin' and sellin' from whoever to whomever. They wine an' dine all the government officials, politicians and cops. Buy em' off if they have to; mebbe kill 'em if they don't cooperate. It's like a floatin' crap game, only with weapons." 

Ahead, in the darkness, a light shone briefly, metal squeaked against metal and they heard a door open and close. 

"Shit, duck down Mariss', someones comin'," whispered Andy. They squeezed between the boxes and waited, hearts pounding, bodies tense. After a few anxious minutes, and no one had appeared, they began to walk again. When they reached the end of the 'tunnel', something did not look right.

"Mariss'," said Andy, "Wasn't there a door directly beyond those crates?"

Marissa looked around, totally confused. "Weren't those crates of powdered milk over there when we looked in them?" 

"Well, there's the door, anyway, Lil' bit," barked Andy, "Let's get out of here." She pulled on the handle and the door swung open. They stood in amazement at the sight before them. Instead of a tent filled with people and music, they were looking at a large, carpeted room, containing an enormous bed. 

"Andy," said Marissa, walking on the deep pile carpet, "What is this place, where's the party, where are we?"

Before Andy could answer, the door slammed shut and the lock clicked, they were trapped. Marissa ran to Andy and hugged her tightly, "Andy, my love, I'm scared, what are we gonna' do, what is this place?"

Andy hugged her back, trying to conceal the tremor in her voice. "Don't worry, Lil bit, we'll get outa here, I just gotta think for a minute." She walked towards the bed, "Might as well get comfy while we plan our next move, let's have a seat."

Marissa joined her sitting on the edge of the bed, their arms around each other, rocking from side to side. Marissa began to kiss Andy tenderly on the lips. "Oh Andy, I love you so much," she whispered, "If this is the end for us, I'm glad I'm going to go down fighting with you."

Andy's eyes began to water; damn, she hated crying; "I love you too, Mariss, with all my heart and soul. We're not done yet. Let's just hang in for a while and see what happens." 

They sat holding each other for what seemed to be a long time. Then Andy heard a soft hissing noise; she looked around, but could not determine the source. 

Then Marissa looked up at her, her eyes shining and a crooked grin on her face; "This is totally nuts, Stretch, but I want you and I want you bad".

Andy smiled at her; suddenly, desire was coursing through her body and she wanted her lover more than she ever had before. "My God, do I ever want you too, Mariss'," she said, standing up. "No point in getting these fancy dresses all wrinkled, race ya'."

Then they were naked and rolling about on the enormous bed; lips sucking, tongues thrusting, hands groping, pussies rubbing, arms and legs entwined. Each wishing they could be inside their lover's skin so as to better pleasure them.

Marissa was on top of Andy, sucking on her lips and tongue, grinding her breasts, stomach and pussy against her lover with all her strength. Andy growled deep in her throat and gripped Marissa in a bear hug, winding her legs around her lover, the better to rub against her. 

They humped like animals, emitting low growls, straddling each other, twisting their sopping pussies and erect clits against burning flesh. They mutually climaxed emitting wild screams, "Ahhhhheeee, Ahhhheeeeee", sucking the air out of their lungs, writhing and twisting. Then they relaxed, gasping for breath, still holding each other in a death grip.

"Andy, my dear, sweet love, that was so damn good," Marissa gasped, "I've never cum like that with you, ever." 

Andy kissed her nose, "Me either, Lil 'bit, I think I may have pulled a muscle, but it was the absolute best."

They lay clinging to each other and then Andy heard the hissing noise again. She felt her arousal building anew and Marissa began kissing her passionately, their bodies grinding. 

Andy pushed Marissa away with an effort, "I want to eat your pussy, Mariss', lets 69, NOW!" With a flurry of limbs, the lovers moved into the classic position for mutual pleasure that they enjoyed so much. Marissa lifted her head and sucked Andy's engorged pussy lips in her mouth, licking and nibbling on the heated flesh, bathing them with her hot tongue.

Andy lowered her mouth to Marissa's sopping pussy, engulfing it with her lips, driving her tongue deep in the wet folds. Marissa squealed and drove two fingers in Andy's pussy, twisting them against the slick, satiny skin, probing for the G-spot. 

Andy slid two fingers into Marissa, sucking her clit between her teeth, lashing it with her tongue. Marissa pushed another finger into Andy's gushing pussy, then she wet two fingers of her other hand in pussy juice and wormed them into Andy's asshole.

Andy released a sobbing gasp, sucking harder on Marissa's throbbing clit, slipping another finger in her pussy and two in her asshole. Marissa screamed and pinched Andy's clit between her thumb and forefinger, rubbing and squeezing the thick nubbin as she drove a third finger into Andy's asshole. The room rang with their grunts, gasps and moans, each wildly fucking the other, driving toward an explosive cum. 

Andy lifted her head from her lovers juicy pussy, "Mariss', she screamed, "Fist!"

With one fluid motion, borne of long practice, the lover's clenched their fingers around their thumbs and pushed their fists into each other up to the wrist, pumping frantically. Marissa began to make high pitched shrieking sounds, "Eeeh, eeeh, eeeh" as Andy's fist drove deep into her, opening her inner core wide.

Andy was emitting a low keening wail, "Unnhhhaaaaa" as Marissa's knuckles ground against her G-spot and bumped her cervix. Their thrusts became animalistic, opening their fingers and scrubbing pussy walls, driving toward mind shattering orgasms.

Andy's spine arched and she climaxed explosively in one long rolling cum, again and again and again; Marissa was cumming with her, right with her, over and over, their bodies jerking and twisting. 

They thrust their pussies against the others hand with all their strength, wanting to cum on and on, never wanting to stop. Throwing their heads back, they began to howl like wolves, "Aieeeeeehhh, Aieeeeeeehhh". With one final thrust, they collapsed, fists still buried in soaked pussies, their faces and crotches covered with sticky cum. 

Marissa's bones felt as if they had turned to jelly, she could not move as she struggled to breathe. Her throat was sore from screaming. Andy lay limply on top of her, wheezing softly, her body twitching. 'If I do that again I'll die', Marissa thought, 'At least I'll die with my Andy'. She found her voice, "Andy, Andy love", she croaked, "Are you okay, Andy, answer me, please."

Andy raised her head with a groan, "Unnhh, anybody get the license number on that truck'? You okay, Mariss'?" Marissa sighed in relief, her lover was still with her. 

"I'm fine, Stretch, but I'm gonna need my hand back if we're gonna get outa here, here's yours." They each relaxed their vaginal muscles, carefully removing each hand with a sucking sound. After licking their fists clean of their lover's juicy cum, the women lay back on the bed, exhausted. 

"Well, were still trapped, but we're well fucked," Andy joked, "I wonder how long they'll keep us here, whoever 'they' are." 

Marissa snuggled up to Andy, "What happened to us, love? We're trapped in a strange place, in a strange room, and all we can do is fuck our brains out." She grinned, "Not that it wasn't fun, you know, but whadda we do now?"

"You mussst ressst, my darlingsss," said the Contessa, strolling into the room through a concealed door. "Your sssexual performansssesss were sssuperb."

She was naked, save for a sash tied around her waist, swinging in time with her breasts and hips. "I welcome you to my lair. I have such plansss for you, wonderful plansss. I have desssired the two of you sssinssse we met at your houssse, and now I have you." 

They felt the room lurch, "Andy, were moving," Marissa squealed. 

"Okay Contessa, fun times' over," Andy barked, "This is kidnapping, a federal rap if we cross a state line, what do you want with us anyway?"

The Contessa gave an evil chuckle, "You ssshould not have been sssnooping where you did not belong, ladiesss, dissscovering my little sssecretsss. Yet another reassson for you to join me in my travelsss. Be asssured, you will be well cared for. I take good care of all my petsss".

Andy and Marissa looked at each other; pets? 

"Lissen here, bitch," Marissa growled. "I'm not a friggin' white mouse, and neither is my partner here. What's with this 'pet's' business?" 

Another evil chuckle; "Why my sex petsss, my pretty one, my sex petsss for endlesss hoursss of pleasssure. You will experienssse sexual ecssstasssiesss beyond your wildest dreamsss."

Andy snorted, "First we're white mice, now were fuck toys, like that's gonna happen. And how did you make Mariss' and me go after each other like that? How'd you make us cum back at the house? What's the deal?" 

The Contessa sighed. "Ssso many questionsss from my preciousss petsss, but no matter. Pheromonesss, my lovely, pheromonesss. My ssscientissstsss have dissstilled human and animal sssex pheromonesss into a consssentrate that causesss immediate sssexual arousssal. It works on both sexesss, but I much prefer women, they are ssso much more sssensual." 

She turned and left the room, saying "Hakim, I think I will sssample the brown haired one firssst, bring her to me."

Andy jumped to her feet, Marissa beside her, their many hours of training in self-defense techniques and combat gymnastics were about to be tested.

"Get ready, Lil' bit," Andy snarled, "We can take that walking mountain and anything else they throw at us." They slid into defensive postures, bare backs touching.

"Let's rock, lover woman, let's rock," Marissa cried. 

Suddenly, they felt a stinging sensation on their skins; the room began to waver, then Andy felt Marissa's back leave hers. 

"Andy," Marissa wailed, "I ... I can't stand, I..." she crumpled to the floor and was silent.

"Ahhh, Mariss', hang on babe," Andy cried as she felt herself falling, legs turning to water, losing consciousness.

Another door opened in the wall and the giant Hakim lumbered into the room. He picked up Marissa's limp body like a rag doll, flung her over his shoulder, turned on his heel and strode back through the opening; the door closing swiftly behind him.

Andy's head was spinning, she watched helplessly as her lover disappeared in the grasp of Hakim; "Mariss', oh God, no, Mariss'," she whimpered, and then all went black.

(To be continued)