“Dominacja 2126”

DOMINATION, SAND, METAL AND THE SMELL OF SWEAT

The Thal'mora Desert stretched to the horizon, heated white-hot by the brutal sun orbiting in an unstable atmosphere. Among the rusted remains of the city of Caldera-9, a former Federation research outpost, only the winds, dust, and echoes of long-forgotten screams circled. But that evening, the silence was broken.

A woman climbed onto the roof of one of the surviving structures, covered in old solar panels. Her body glistened with sweat, while a black leather jacket, barely fastened over her breasts, contrasted with the sides of her shaved head. Kira—the leader of their four-person group—was looking through binoculars at the wasteland. She had eyes that knew no mercy.

Behind her, at the entrance to the bunker, stood Mara—tall, olive-skinned, with tattoos running from the nape of her neck to her thighs. Dressed in transparent mesh, she let the wind lick her body. She was calm, but there was fire in her eyes.

Below, inside the ruins, two men lay on a mattress—Riven and Tao. The first was heavily built and bald, with cybernetic implants in his neck. The second was thin and nervous, with delicate features and a mechanical arm.

Their breathing was still heavy after the long expedition, but their eyes never left the women.

—I saw smoke to the west—said Kira. —Someone is still alive here. But that’s not for now. Now... —she tossed the binoculars aside and looked toward her companions—now it’s time for you to prove useful to me for something more than carrying panels.

Mara descended the stairs slowly, her hips swaying hypnotically. When she reached Riven, she did not stop, but ran her foot over his chest.

—You lie there like a dog—she tossed out contemptuously. —And you like it, don’t you?

Riven smiled crookedly but did not deny it. Mara crouched, grabbed him by the chin, and forced him to look into her eyes.

—Do you want me to let you touch me?

—Yes... —he whispered, feeling his heart race.

—Then you’ll lick Tao first.

Tao looked up, startled. Kira descended to them without a word, unzipping her jacket. She wore nothing underneath. Her body, covered in scars and golden implants, was like a living weapon.

—Mara sets the rules, but I choose the pace—she muttered. —Let’s begin.

Kira approached Tao and, in one motion, tore off his trousers, gripping his mechanical arm as though it were a handle. Riven was already kneeling between his legs, his tongue beginning uncertainly to caress places he had previously avoided with men. Tao panted, unaccustomed to it, but did not protest. His body reacted faster than his mind.

Mara sat on Riven’s face, her back to them, lifted herself slightly, and pressed his head against her.

—Deeper—she ordered through clenched teeth. —Otherwise I’ll strap you to the workbench again.

His tongue was already wet and relentless. Mara hissed, pressing him more firmly against her, rocking to a rhythm that belonged only to her. Tao surrendered to Kira when she straddled him, clamping her thighs around his hips.

The collision of their bodies was brutal and blunt. There was no tenderness. There was domination. Kira leaned over him, tensing her muscles, sweaty and wild, like a machine that knew only one command: take.

Moans, breaths, moisture, and the roughness of sand beneath their knees. Mara reached behind her and caressed Tao at the same time, stimulating his most sensitive places with her fingers. Riven was still trapped beneath her thighs, his face wet and flushed.

After several minutes of intense play, Kira slid off Tao and pushed him aside.

—Now you, Riven. Show me you’re not just a stupid carrier of power cells.

Mara stood and approached Tao, pressing her hand against his throat.

—Don’t move. I want to watch them use your friend.

Riven approached Kira, still panting, his member swollen and ready. Kira grabbed him by the nape, pulled him toward her, and charged onto him like a hurricane, striking his body with a force he was unable to control.

The rhythm intensified. Their bodies intertwined, sweat mingled with saliva, tongues sought mouths, breasts, and necks. Mara purred, Tao writhed beneath her touch.

When everything exploded, there were no names. Only a scream. And the desert listening.

THE FEMALE VISITOR

The next day, the air was thicker, as if heralding a storm. Kira woke first. Her body still smelled of sweat, metal, and sex. Through a crack in the bunker wall, she looked at the sand, where a set of tracks had appeared.

Footsteps. Female. Light, but purposeful. And something else.

Mara was already standing outside, naked, with a plasma rifle resting against her hip. When Kira approached her, they both looked into the distance.

A figure was approaching on the horizon. A woman. Red hair braided into thick ropes, her body clad in black, form-fitting armor unfastened down to the navel. Copper skin, disturbingly bright eyes. She carried nothing but an energy lance and a gaze that knew no fear.

— Fuck me... — Mara whispered. — That’s not a scout. That’s a predator.

Kira smiled slowly.

— Just in time. Our pack needs a new toy.

When the woman reached the camp, she said nothing. She simply walked in as if she had known them for years. She looked at Kira, then at Mara, her gaze moving over Riven and Tao, who were only just getting up from their bedroll.

— My name is Saph — she announced. Her voice was low, with a predatory edge. — Your heat carries throughout the area. I had to feel it up close.

Mara raised an eyebrow.

— You think you can just walk in like that?

Saph approached her without fear. Their faces were mere centimeters apart, their breaths colliding.

— I didn’t come to ask. I came to see who really rules this place. — Her smile was barely visible. — It could be you. It could be Kira. Maybe... — she cast a glance at Tao and Riven — someone else. I like watching hierarchies break.

Kira raised a hand, silencing Mara with a gesture. She looked at Saph as if she were a puzzle to solve, not a threat.

— We’ll see, desert girl.

Meanwhile, Riven could no longer take his eyes off Saph. Something about her drew him in. Tao sensed that this woman was no ordinary woman. Her movements, her voice, her presence—everything was like an intricately constructed trap. But what a beautiful trap...

That evening, when the sun had turned a dead red, Saph sat down beside Kira by the fire. She remained silent for a long time, watching the commander’s movements. Mara was occupied with Tao, sitting on his lap and playing with his mechanical hand. Riven, slightly tipsy, let his gaze move between the three women.

Saph leaned toward Kira’s ear.

— Remember who saw you first. Who immediately saw the commander... not only in you, but on you as well.

Kira glanced at her sidelong.

— And you? Who are you? An observer?

Saph merely smiled and stood up. She glanced toward the others, then said loudly:

— I’m sleeping with Kira tonight. You’re on your own.

The tone of her voice allowed no objection.

Mara fixed her with a gaze that was icy and seething with anger. Tao looked away. Riven clenched his teeth. But no one said anything.

Saph took Kira by the hand and pulled her into the darkness of the bunker.

Inside the bunker, it was colder than outside, but no less harsh. The walls, still carrying the smells of dust, iron, and sweat, reflected every breath, every shift in tone. Saph pushed Kira toward a metal countertop that had once served as an operating table. Now it had a different purpose.

Kira braced one hand against the cold surface, never taking her eyes off Saph.

— So this is your way of “talking” to the commander? — she said sarcastically.

Saph approached slowly, step by step, as if each second were meant to feed her. She stopped in front of Kira and raised a hand to her face. She did not strike her. She placed a finger on her lips.

— I’m not here to talk — she whispered. — I’m here to disarm you. In every way.

Her lips were hot as they locked onto Kira’s. The clash was fierce, tongues fighting for space, for dominance. But Saph was the first to seize Kira by the neck and press her against the tabletop.

With one motion, she unzipped her own armor, revealing her breasts—firm, dark, with a piercing in the left nipple. The corner of Kira’s mouth lifted.

— I like it when you’re fast.

— I’m not fast. I’m precise — Saph muttered, pressing her thigh between Kira’s legs.

The heat of their bodies exploded between them. Kira spread her legs, wrapping her hips around Saph, seeking her rhythm. But Saph would not let her take the lead. She seized Kira’s hands and shackled them to the steel table with a strap from her own belt.

— You want to be in command? — she asked. — Prove you can do this without your hands.

She started slowly. Saph’s tongue slid down Kira’s neck, leaving a wet trail all the way to her breast. Her lips closed around the nipple, sucking hard, without mercy, while her fingers moved between Kira’s thighs, sliding slowly, teasingly, but with complete control.

Kira moaned, quietly but intensely. She did not ask. She did not beg. But her breathing grew faster and faster.

Saph slid her fingers deep inside, hard, in a single motion. Kira tensed, but did not tear her gaze away from her opponent’s eyes.

— That’s all? — she panted. — Is that all you’ve got?

Saph smiled predatorily. With her other hand, she reached beneath the tabletop, where she had earlier left a short, vibrating cylinder marked M39A — for the disintegration of organic structure. She activated it with a single click and pressed it against the inside of Kira’s thigh.

Kira shuddered. The vibrations penetrated through her muscles, through her nerves, striking her spinal cord. Her breath turned into a hiss. She jerked, but the straps held fast.

Saph slid lower, until her mouth found the place where moisture was already seeping through the skin. Her tongue was precise, focused, while the vibrator trembled faster and faster. Kira stopped speaking. Only sounds remained — moans, shudders, the impact of body against metal.

When the climax came, it came without warning. Kira’s body arched, trembling, sobbing through clenched teeth. Saph did not stop for even a moment. She kissed her until there was no tension left, until there was nothing left but an echo.

She unfastened the straps and lifted her face. Her lips were wet, her eyes calm.

— Now you know why I don’t have to bow to anyone — she said quietly.

Kira looked at her with a mixture of anger and admiration.

— Fuck you.

— That’s exactly what I did.

MOVEMENTS IN THE SHADOW

The night was long. When Kira returned to the bunker’s main hall at dawn, Mara was already awake. She sat at the terminal, pretending to review data from the probe. Tao and Riven exchanged tense glances.

Saph was still asleep. Her naked body rested on the bedding as though she had belonged there for years. Kira looked at her for a long moment.

She said nothing.

She did not feel defeated. But she knew one thing—Saph had not come merely for pleasure. Every touch, every word, and every movement of hers was like fitting together the pieces of a larger plan. And Kira had no intention of waiting for the puzzle to assemble itself.

At noon, she summoned Riven. In private.

—We need to talk—she said. Her tone was hard. —About Saph.

Riven frowned.

—You know everyone is watching her. But no one knows what she wants.

—And that is precisely why we will use her—Kira whispered, leaning closer. —I want you to let her get close to you. Do not resist. Show her that you are weak, easy. And when she starts talking more, I will listen.

—Eavesdropping?—he asked.

—Something better—she smiled. —Trust.

Riven did not look convinced, but he nodded.

Several hours later, Saph was walking alone among the ruins of Caldera-9. Carefree, to all appearances. Riven followed her, as planned.

From a distance, Kira watched them, hidden behind an optical sensor mounted in a scout helmet. She saw their conversation. Saph was calm, slightly seductive. Riven pretended to be relaxed. He was a good actor.

But pretending was not enough. They had to believe that they were luring Saph into a trap—before she lured them all in.

Meanwhile, Mara sat in the bunker’s shadow, sharpening a knife. Her eyes saw nothing but Kira and Saph. And though she remained silent, something was growing in her mind—something that might turn into a storm.

In the evening, when the sand began to hiss beneath the wind again and silence enveloped the bunker, Kira returned from her watch. She found Mara waiting in the darkness of the service hall where mechs had once been kept.

— I knew you’d come here — Mara said without emotion, rolling a knife between her fingers.

Kira stopped. She planted her hands on her hips.

— Are you watching me?

— I only stopped when you let that desert bitch fuck you — Mara hissed. — And you did it as if I weren’t there.

Kira narrowed her eyes.

— It was a game. And you know that.

Mara threw the knife. The blade sank into the wall right beside Kira’s head.

— Don’t bullshit me about a game. It’s not a game when you moan so loudly that everyone can hear you. Even the machines.

Before Kira could answer, Mara stepped forward and punched her in the arm. Not with full force—more like a test. Kira hit back. She shoved her brutally, until Mara’s back slammed into the container of parts.

— Want to relieve the tension? — Kira growled. — Then show me you can do more than snarl in a corner.

Mara lunged at her. They collided like two storms. Their bodies slammed together, nails scratched, mouths bit. Kira took the initiative, pinning Mara against the container and grabbing her by the throat. Mara hissed, but spread her thighs.

— Just don’t be gentle — she whispered.

She wasn’t.

Kira slipped her hand beneath the fabric of Mara’s trousers, already wet, already ready. Their mouths collided violently, kissing and hurting at the same time. Mara slid her hand between Kira’s legs, caressing her mercilessly, rhythmically, quickly, unbearably hard. And that was exactly what they both wanted.

They both ground their teeth as the tension mounted. Their bodies melded with sweat, their knees striking the cold metal. When they climaxed, almost simultaneously, Kira bit Mara on the nape of her neck until blood flowed. Mara responded by digging her nails into Kira’s buttocks.

They panted. For a long time. In silence.

At last, Mara said:

— Saph will figure you out. But I know you from the inside. I’ll keep you on a leash if necessary.

Kira wiped her mouth and looked at her coldly.

— Then we’ll do it again. With a collar.

Two days later, everything hung in the air—desire, suspicion, ambitions. Saph made no comment on the intimacy between Kira and Mara. On the contrary—she watched. She observed them as if waiting for something to break, for one of them to make the first careless move.

But she was the one who made the first move.

That evening, while Mara sat on the bunker roof cleaning her weapon and Kira checked the sensor data, Saph stepped between them without a word. Her presence was like electrostatic tension—subtle, but impossible to ignore.

— You’re both right—she said calmly. —You’re both strong. That’s why neither of you will win as long as you fight separately.

Mara raised her eyes. Kira clenched her jaw.

— What do you propose? — Kira asked.

Saph approached them slowly. She sat down between them. Her hand first came to rest on Kira’s thigh, then—with the other—on Mara’s nape.

— I propose... that instead of fighting, we do something that will tear this whole arrangement apart. And build a new one. On our terms. The three of us.

Mara looked at Kira. Their eyes were no longer full of anger. Now there was something else in them. Something more dangerous. Deeper. A desire for control—shared.

No more words were needed.

Saph rose and headed toward the interior of the bunker. She glanced back over her shoulder.

— Coming?

She did not wait. She knew they would follow.

The lights in the living quarters were dimmed. A red glow fell across Saph’s body as she undid her armor and dropped it to the ground. Kira and Mara entered together, without a word. Their looks were in accord. Today was not about rivalry. It was about something else.

Saph sat down on the bed and spread her thighs, invitingly.

Mara was first. She approached, knelt, and without ceremony began licking the inside of her thighs. Saph closed her eyes, breathing deeply. Kira stood behind Saph and seized her by the neck, forcing her to tilt her head back. Her lips closed around the red-haired woman’s neck, sucking, biting, leaving a mark.

— You belong to us now — she whispered.

Saph moaned, but she did not try to take control. At least not yet.

Mara slipped two fingers inside Saph, slowly and confidently, while continuing to tease her clitoris with her tongue. Kira caressed her breasts, squeezing hard until her nails left marks. Then she slid lower, trading places with Mara.

Their tongues met on Saph’s body at the same time. One caressed her from the front, the other from behind. Saph writhed between them, losing her rhythm, her breath, her voice.

Their bodies formed a triangle—sensual, dynamic, full of pressure and caresses. Dominance belonged to no one. All three took the reins in turn, testing boundaries and pushing them farther.

When the explosion came, it was shared. Their voices entwined in a single moan, and Saph’s body clenched between their arms.

Afterward, they lay together. Kira opened her eyes first.

— This changes everything, — she said quietly.

Saph smiled.

— Or maybe it’s only just beginning.