Me too. Orchid is so deeply focused on the machine that she doesn't seem to notice me leaning over her shoulder as she works. Your fingers are so nimble they're little more than a blur over the clattering keys. Mysterious symbols scroll across the glassy screen. I don't understand their meaning, but I assume they must be some kind of incantation or spell written in a holy language.Alphas and omegas are approaching using curious expressions.Suddenly, the frequency of the Source's vibration changes. It grows deeper and stronger. All turn away from the Source in anticipation. All except Orchid. She just keeps hitting."I think I almost made it," she says. "I just need-"A roar and crackle of static makes everyone in the chamber jump in fear. A film of eerie light, like the blue part of a dying flame, flickers on the surface of the massive sphere. Gradually, the plasma freezes into a giant, ghostly face.We were all in awe, mouths hanging open.Then speak."Hello. I'm Algorithmic Popula

They said it's called ampallang - a steel bar with balls on both sides of the rooster's head. Just seeing it now, glowing in the dim forest, my core tightens in anticipation."I need you inside me right now," I gasp.An intense feeling of excitement washes over me. My nipples are as hard and plump as two berries, and so is my clit. My pussy is flowing with so much slick it's oozing down my slit.I lie on my back and Kadmon reclines beside me next to him. We found this position to be the best for him.Each of my Alphas has a better position. For Hasker, it's best if we do it face-to-face, so the piercing on top of his cock hits my special spot. For Addom, the best route is from behind, with me submissive on all fours.And for Kadmon, the best position is with him beside him, cradling me. That way, your metal beads caress me."Oh shit," I gasp when his head slides down to my opening.He tilts my face towards his and kisses me. I open my mouth and his tongue penetrates my upper lips, whi

Picking up a rock the size of a billiard ball, I let out my best battle cry and throw at Bishop. The stone flies true and hits him at the base of the head with a dull thud.For half a second, I feel kind of proud of myself. I don't think I could make that attempt again if I tried a hundred times. Also, I'm pretty sure that if I threw a pitch at an ordinary man, it would knock him unconscious or maybe even kill him.Bishop, however, is no ordinary man. No more.He turns on me with a snarl, ropes of blood and spittle pouring from his mangled face. His eyes are inhuman with rage.The beast crouches back, preparing to charge and tear me apart. But before that happens, something causes him to freeze, tense muscles going rigid like a carved monster.From across the landscape comes an angry roar. Two of them actually. A two-part harmony of brutality and rage.Addom and Hasker are charging towards us at seemingly impossible speed. Her arms and legs are flailing so rapidly that they are little

He rolls his eyes forward again. Even though he's already running at full speed, the soldier seems to get a burst of adrenaline as he picks up the pace even more.But it's no use. When Parsons looks back at the thing chasing him, it has already begun to close the distance. And he was joined by others of his kind.The forest fills with the sounds of inhuman howling."Oh God," whimpers Parsons.My throat goes dry as I watch. My heart pounds in fearful anticipation of the inevitable end I know we are about to witness. Around me, the other Marines are deathly silent as they watch.Practically sobbing in terror, Parsons runs ahead."Help me!" he screams. His voice is desperate. "Please, someone help..."He stumbles. Maybe the toe of your boot caught a stray tree root. Or maybe your legs just gave out from exhaustion.It doesn't matter.The beasts are on him in an instant.Alphas.They look like beings straight out of a nightmare.To some extent, they resemble human men, more or less. Howev

DOG"There she is!" the pilot screams. “The Quarantine Zone wall…”The interior of the dropship is a long, windowless cylinder. The armored marine cadre is seated in rows along both walls of the transit hold, supported by padded deployment seats.I lean forward in my cramped seat and look down the long aisle to the open cockpit and through the gun windshield at the night beyond.Sure enough, there in the darkness is the Quarantine Wall, snaking across the barren landscape like a black snake. With my sensitive eyesight, I can even make out tiny dark dots moving across the parapets - the guards who command the heavy artillery to keep the mutants contained within.Mutants like me.My heart pounds with excitement.It's always good to come back to the Zone. Overcrowding and polluting the beehive of the city is no place for me. I need open meadows and dark woods where I can run free.I'd rather go alone, but this time I'll have company.I look around at the other occupants of the ship as th