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AN: Hey, the next chapter, and I did not even hold it ransom for reviews. Not that I really expect any. A little bit of sex in this one, and a little bit of super-heroing, enjoy.

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   “She’s opening another portal.” Axiom was speaking calmly, but Bruiser could hear him perfectly through her earpiece. “She is to your left.”

   “Gotcha!” The muscle-bound super-heroine roared as she spotted the green villainess about to step through one of her swirling portals. Plamet shrieked as Bruiser crashed into her, knocking her to the ground.

   “Get her hands.” Axiom advised from where he was standing several feet away, observing the strong-girl put Plasmet in a headlock.

   “Relax, where is she gonna go?”

   As Axiom approached Plasmet snarled and stopped trying to peel Bruiser’s arms off her neck and instead reached out and ripped open another hole in nothing. With a grunt she rolled herself and Bruiser forward into the portal, who’s other end happened to be about twenty feet above the ground. Axiom broke into a run to catch them, but was too far away. “A villain casualty at this point in the game would be... inconvenient for the WDF.” he reminded his teammate.

   Growling to herself at how the robot could remain so damn calm, Bruiser rolled herself under the more fragile woman she was still holding onto just as they both crashed to the ground. As she lay stunned, Plasmet struggled to her feet and bolted.

   Kiliah was still laying in the uncomfortable rock cavern, gently stroking the dark, globular sex-toy she was conversing with. After a brief and embarrassing discussion about sex they were both taken by an awkward silence. <Well,> she thought testily, <are you going to ask me?>

   <Ask you what?>

   <Don’t play innocent, I know you’re hungry.>

   <And I know you are already painfully embarrassed. You are my only friend, you know, and I do not wish to compromise that so soon in our relationship.>

   Kiliah groaned inwardly. It was right, she was deathly embarrassed. The very idea of letting it do... that to her disgusted her almost as much as it thrilled her. Besides, between the cold, the hunger, her inexperience, the hard rocks she was laying on, how little she knew about her new friends, and the looming dread of her own death she was fairly certain any attempt at bringing herself to climax was doomed to failure. She changed the subject.<What is your name?> she asked.

   <I don’t have one.>

   <Oh, sorry.> She chewed on her lip, <The... company that makes... uh...whatever they were trying to make when they made you... um...> She trailed off, unsure of how to word what was coming, and even a bit unsure why she brought it up.

   <Yes?>

   <They called... you... a tokit.>

   <Ahh. Well, I suppose that is as good a name as any. Tokit, then. What is your name? And while I’m at it, how did you get out here?>

   Kiliah sighed. <My name is Kiliah, I was sent out here to die.>

   <I wish I could say that surprises me, but as near as I can tell this wasteland is really only good for sending things out to die.>

   The WDF (or World Defense Force, if you will) was still struggling with the evil Plasmet. Axiom, the team’s mechanoid, could detect where the portals she opened were, as soon as she opened them, but could not tell where they led to. Bruiser, a German girl who’s powers came from a long abandoned super-solider program, could usually get a fix on Plasmet’s position with her heightened senses of smell, hearing, and vision, but only if the green woman did not get too far. Between the two of them Axion figured they could handle the teleporting thief easily enough, which was why he chose her as their first super-villain to foil. The main problem seemed to be getting over too where Plasmet was before the villainess moved on again, and the only factor working in their favor was that the further Plasmet wanted her portals to take her, the longer it took her to make them.

   Still, Plasmet was not willing to be caught. She had been imprisoned for some time already, unable to form the portal she needed to escape because the guards at the prison kept her nail short. She had finally escaped during an unrelated mass break-out, and had laid low until her nail grew back. Only recently did she go back to her life of crime, only to discover the recently built Axiom had programmed himself with data on her portal making. It frustrated her to no end. For all her imposing appearance, her tall amazonian body and pale green skin, her emerald eyes and hair, her skimpy costume, the portals were the only power she had. More than anything she wished she could just blast people who bugged her, instead of running away from them. She was good at running though, until ran into Chaste.

   Chaste was not an imposing figure. He was of slender frame and delicate features. His hair was white, hanging long in the front of his face and cut short in the back, and the rest of him was covered by a white cape that attached at his collar and fell to the ground. He simply phased out of nothing right in front of her, and they both went tumbling to the ground as they collided.

   After much internal debate, Kiliah was ready to give Tokit what it wanted. It had not pushed her, but she really wanted to do something nice for the only friend she would ever have before she died. Blushing, she took off her coat and rolled it up to use as a pillow. Then she laid on her back and pulled her pants down. She shivered violently. As crude as it was, she decided to leave her pants barely pulled to her knees, like a man would if he were going to take a quick piss. She was simply too cold. She gently picked Tokit up and set it on her stomach, right above her crotch. <Alright,> she thought, <just give me a minute. Or two... I don’t know, this might take awhile.>

   <I understand.> Tokit replied, patiently, <Relax, try not to think about... everything. And... thank you.>

Kiliah nodded. After a moment’s thought, she bit down the nails on the two middle fingers of her right hand. Spitting the nail clippings into the corner, she reached her hand down to her crotch. A small hiss of air escaped her mouth as her cold fingers touched her warm mound, and a few seconds of hesitation later she began to work her two finger across her most intimate area. She had to force herself to breath.

   Initially she tried to massage her neither regions until she relaxed somewhat. Quickly Kilian found she could not relax, so she moved on to rubbing hard against her clit. She finally felt some response in the form of a warm, but small, wave of pleasure. Forcing another breath she continued to rub her clit with the knuckle of one thumb while she pressed her index finger into her passage. It was damp, but not nearly damp enough. She rubbed at herself some more and then pressed her other finger in. She tried desperately to think of what someone would normally thing of while pleasuring themselves. Cute actors, that hot guy at the bookstore. Except he had looked at her with disgust when he realized what she was. It was not as if she hadn’t bathed before accompanying her mother to pick up some more learning aides. She had not even spoke, less she betray herself. He know all the same, some social convention she had failed to realize. He thought she was disgusting. She struggled to concentrate, but could not follow any one thread of thought. The whole situation was wrong.

   <Keep going,> Tokit encouraged her, <almost there.> She could have laughed, she was nowhere there. <If I could move I would help you. I... I would stretch all along your body and warm you up first. I would rub your back until all your tension left you. I would massage every part of you, your arms, your... legs, your stomach, your...>

   <Breasts?> the girl suggested.

   <Hush now.> it replied. Not condescendingly or commandingly, but gently, soothingly. <I would save those for later. I think I would take extra time with your stomach. I would rub your belly-button then work my way over your ribs. Then I would brush against the bottoms of your breasts.> Kiliah could swear its thoughts were taking on a more sensual tone. Something twisted in her stomach and she groaned. <Then your inner thighs, and your nipples. I would slither between your thighs lightly as I twirl around your nipples. Then I would suck->

   <How can you suck?> Kiliah interrupted, <You->

   <Shhh. Give me your fingers.> Kiliah removed her two fingers from her dripping vagina and touched Tokit with them. It pulled them into itself and she felt it suck her juices off. It felt wonderful and sexy. She smiled in spite of herself. Maybe she could do this after all.

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