Prologue.
The woman was on top, her whole body glistened with sweat, and between her wide-open legs she was wielding a strong male member, hammering both her holes in turn.
Silesia, that was the name of the woman, screamed loudly, emotionally, as she started her partner:
- Yes, yes, baby, deeper! Yes, yes, yes, fuck your big ass bitch as you should! Cum in me! Yes so! Oooh! Finish, yes, yes, finish! ...
The camera made a hitting and showed a thick white liquid flowing from the black Negro crotch close-up.
The woman pushed her finger into her, licked it and smiled sexually into the lens. The actor at the same time continued to slap his withering member on her sweaty forehead.

- Stop shot! - the director smiled with satisfaction. - Lunch break and new scene.
Silesia sighed with relief, went into the shower, rinsed, and then went into the common dining room right naked, wagging her massive black backside.
She chewed her sandwich with gusto, listening to the men discussing politics again.
The loudest of all, as always, was a veteran of the porn business who, during his glorious and long career, worked on more than one hundred women, and not only women, 50-year-old Tony:
- And I tell you: these damn narrow-eyed have some kind of secret weapon, and European fucken will soon come full fucking! - while he was throwing walnuts in his mouth with one hand and scratching his smoothly shaved eggs with the other, as if checking whether they were in place.

“No, you're not right, Tony,” the youngest, Dany-guboshlep, was hot, “the Chinasis are on the verge of defeat, the allies will finish them with one blow!
- That's why they pussy new weapons, that on the verge of collapse! - Tony rashly hit the table with a powerful hairy fist, but did not remove the second from the eggs.
Selestia decided to insert her five kopecks:
- Yes, we somehow care? Confederation, on the other hand, is neutral, so the war won't affect us in California.
The men literally burned her eyes, as if she had again blinked out stupidity. Tony had already opened his mouth to put it in place with his loud tirade, as the walls of the building began to shake, as if from an earthquake. A plate of nuts fell to the floor, smashing and scattering the entire contents. Everyone silently exchanged glances. The war was approaching them. And faster than they could think.

Part 13.
Seeley with a playful smile met a new client:
- Welcome to the massage salon baby Sisi!
A healthy, flat-faced and pockmarked client with a dull, drunken facial expression looked around, as if he had gone wrong, and asked:
- Where is Lolo?
“She has a vacation, and I'm replacing her,” Seeley smiled tightly again, “didn't you see a new sign?”
- I did, but I wanted to clarify what happened with Lolo. I love when taking Lolo.

He stared at the guard's chair, in which Rick was literally sinking, so great it was for the puny kid.
- Where is Max?
“He accompanies Miss Lolo on her tour of the Southern Satrapia, to guard and entertain her.”
- And who is this? - the client poked his hardened finger with gnawed nails in the direction of Rick.
“I'm Rick, the new guard.”
- You? - the client began to whine loudly and disgustingly, - You, boy, look more like a consolation for lovers of sweet buttocks than a guard!

Rica did not touch this barb at all:
- Why did you come then? We have no institution here for lovers of chatter.
- I came to Lolo, and then some kind of curly and freckled little man. I need Lolo.
There was a soft voice from above:
- Maybe I will be angry? - Down the stairs, in one black transparent negligee, Kiki descended.
From her sly smile and glitter in her orange eyes, Sealy realized that she had already sucked all the Juice from a client’s past. Only the eyes at the time of the last reception she had brown. Means, mows under Lolo.
- Yes, you look like Lolo, - the client happily smiled, - why didn't you immediately say that you have a tangerine?

Seeley already knew that the locals call girls mandarins with orange eyes. They were considered here the standard of beauty. She, too, could repaint, but she was too unlike the chrysanthemum. And only chrysanthemums could have such eyes from birth, but not a marigold. Hair and, in particular, facial features were a weakness of androids, it was hardest to change them. Surgical intervention was required, as their hair quickly deteriorated from repainting and had to change the scalp. She guessed that this was done deliberately so that runaway androids could not easily mix with the mass.

- Well, so what do you say, handsome? - Kiki elegantly flopped on the sofa, exposing her graceful legs above her knees.
“Can I,” the client licked his crooked lips, “can both of them be at once?”
- Is there enough money, bogatyr? - Seely bent, showing him a hollow between his sharp breasts. - We take cash only.
- Yes, yes, of course, sixty thousand for two, - he showed a pack of yellow-red bills, - sailors always have money at the time.
- Well, let's go, sea captain, - Seeley took his hand, - you will plow our open spaces.

They climbed into the apartment, the sailor quickly undressed, showing his loose body and protruding member.
The girls, too, quickly got bare and threw him on the bed. Kiki saddled his male organ and began her rhythmic leap, while Sealy sat on his face, substituting her pink crack under her intoxicating tongue.
- Mmm ... What a sweet and pink, never a lick!
Sailor literally dug into Sealy's pussy, even began to help himself not only with his tongue, but also with his teeth. An ordinary girl in her place would have long since escaped and stopped such an outrage, but Seeley was not an ordinary girl.

Kiki, meanwhile, sped up, and the sailor, after a long continence, began to pour into her, moaning hoarsely and painfully biting on Sealy's clitoris. A minute later, his shriveled body was already lying on the floor, and an hour later Rick was already heating the stove in the basement.
The girls sat in the living room and discussed their current situation.
- What are they all bastards here, - Sealy tiredly sighed, - that the sailors, the merchants, the clerks ... They bite like this, they scratch, then the boobs strive to tear ...
- And what was better before? - Kiki pointless clicked the remote control from the TV.
- I used to have an idea, an idea with a capital letter. It used to be the Great Corporation and we, its faithful servants and warriors! And now? Just pointless killings to save your flesh ...

- What was the idea? The idea to extract juice for the benefit of the all-powerful Corporation?
- At least this ...
- I'd rather none than this.
- Maybe. I wonder how soon they will find us and grab us, and how soon will Quint wake up?
- And how soon the others will return. We are not alone here for a long time. People may soon notice the loss of our customers and then we are cranked ...
The girls heard a faint rustle and raised their heads. Quint stared at them with hollow eyes.

***
They sailed again on the ferry, but already legally. There were few people, the rest of the detachment was in other cabins, so no one stopped Ji from speaking to Laura in a calm atmosphere.
- And how did you survive all these years? After all, it is very difficult to get a cocktail in the satraps, and you don’t get the Sap
- Earned on him with my own body, you know.
- And how, successfully?
- The oldest profession at all times in demand.
- And never pierced that you're not a man?
- Anything happened for twenty years.
- And how to get out?

- Differently. But the main thing is not to stay in one place for a long time. People quickly notice that we are not growing up. Yes, and Max rescued. He has been with me all these years. The only friend, if I may say so about the blunt, shaggy bear-headed.
- Forgive me for being so with him.
- You had no choice. For me, he would kill anyone.
“Yes, but Hammy was meaner and stronger.”
- And younger. And in general, he was under Sok.
- Well yes. And where have you been a lot?
- In all major cities of both satrapies.
“And nowhere are there any walls or domes?”

- Nowhere. Your domes and walls are only an illusion of protection in order to keep you all in fear of our mythical weapons, so that the people of the Principality do not even think of rebelling.
“Why didn't your rulers do the same?”
- Do not want to be like yours.
- And what do they keep people from rebellion?
- Everything is simple: well-being grows and the people praise the great satrap Bakhtiar.
“I would not say that according to your cities.”
- Oh, you did not see them immediately after the war! Moreover, the border regions suffered from the Principality most of all.

- And the capital?
- Urumqi?
- Yes. Have you been there?
- Happened, and more than once.
- And what is he?
- The most beautiful of the cities that I saw. The whole is covered with white marble, immersed in greenery, many fountains ...
- Blah, blah, blah, I know that from the encyclopedia. Can we live there?
- That is unlikely. Too much law enforcement. And cyborgs do not like it here, you know.

- I know. Therefore I plan to flee to the Confederation.
- So she is far away.
- For this we need a guide, that is you.
- Ok, I will help you.
- You have no choice.
- I myself want to get to the Confederation. Cyborg lives there most freely.
- And Greenland?
Laura's eyes narrowed.
- neither. Behind. What.
- As you know. But first you need to do business in Karakol.

***
- They say you betrayed us? “Kiki didn't seem to care about that much.”
“Bullshit,” Quintus was still too weak to protest loudly, so he almost whispered, “Did Laura say that to you?”
- Yes, this tangerine bitch! “Sealy didn't like her right away.”
- And you believed her?
“She spoke very believably,” Rick was most worried because he liked Quint and he really didn’t want to see him as a traitor.

“She herself betrayed us and wants to trap us.” Where did the rest of the squad go?
- To the factory, in Karakol.
- We need to catch up with them urgently. Is there more juice? I need to eat.
“Yes,” Kiki handed him a capsule, “There is more than enough juice,” and at the same time they exchanged merrily with Sealy.
- Well, - Kvint took the capsule - move forward tomorrow morning. You just need to get transport.
“There will be no problem with this,” Seeley giggled, “One good guy lent us his boat.”

***
Jee tightly compressed her lips and deeply laid her head on the driver’s member of the minibus. Sperm and Juice hit her in the throat, bringing her a lot of pleasure, and the driver inglorious death. Judging by the rocking of the bus that had stopped, Marie and Gerda had already finished with the guards. Unfortunately for the driver and his passengers, the detachment needed their transport to get to Karakol, and Sok was not superfluous.

Public transport did not go there, as well as a taxi. It was possible to get only by factory minibus. Laura assured them that these minibuses are not inspected at numerous checkpoints.
She did not deceive. Even the fact that Hammi was driving was not embarrassing to anyone at roadblocks, and they cheerfully climbed up the endless mountain serpentines up to the mountains. It seemed that the rise would be endless. Snow peaks already appeared when they began to descend down to the valley in which the city of Karakol and the secret branch of the Corporation were located: the cybernetic life factory, the only one in this part of the world.

The city this settlement could only be called a stretch. Rather, it was a working village for manufacturers, their families and support staff.
They drove into the courtyard of a workshop, where they had to meet a liaison agent Laura.
The gates behind them closed, and a smiling Georgina came out to meet them.
- Welcome home, my family! - she carefully looked at the guests, - Yes, the squad has changed quite a lot.