admin

They emerged as night fell, the darkened streets becoming a warren of furtive, clandestine activity as the scavengers and fugitives broke cover to drink, trade, and conspire on street corners. Graffiti scrawled on boarded-up shop fronts spoke of rage, disempowerment, and despair, but Sajani believed these tortured words of urban resentment barely scratched the surface. Tensions were high, and Soho a tinderbox; one spark could set the district ablaze.It wasn?t raining for the first time in a week, so the streets were busier than usual, and for Sajani, it had been one of her most lucrative nights yet. That made her vulnerable, and she ghosted through the labyrinthine alleyways, attempting to remain one step ahead of the street gangs and two steps ahead of the law.To be arrested was an occupational hazard but one to avoid at all costs. Fortunately, the authorities dared not enter the back streets after dusk, so away from the main thoroughfares with their facial recognition software and insidious audio bots, Sajani felt safe, from the police at least. By the time it was light enough for them to reclaim the streets, Sajani, and the other apostates, would have long since vanished.Only her sneakers differentiated Sajani from the many stiletto-clad sex workers plying their trade from darkened doorways, however, she would have passed for one of these desperate women in every other regard. With her short kilt, ripped stockings, tousled hair, and shocking make-up, she wasn?t surprised when men asked her to turn a few tricks in return for their remaining pounds. But Sajani needed neither money nor sex, and her punked-up clothing was nothing more than a disguise. Instead, Sajani sought nothing more than sleep, sanctuary, and a safe place to store the thick wads of notes stuffed into her black leather jacket pockets.Arriving at Diadem Court, Sajani checked the short street was empty, lifted the grill of a ventilation duct, climbed inside, and breathed in the fresh early morning air one final time. Then she dragged the heavy iron grate back into place above her head and disappeared deep into the Underground.As Sajani descended the iron ladder, what little light there was slowly faded, but she was used to the dark and welcomed its anonymous, creeping embrace. Further inside the railway tunnel, she could use a flashlight, but that wouldn?t be necessary. Soon she would see the light from the disused Underground station, and her work for the night would finally be over.Apart from offering Invictus much-needed privacy from the overbearing State apparatus, the Underground station maintained a constant temperature throughout the year, so with limited resources for heating, it remained comfortable even on the coldest of days. Sajani?s partner, Alex, had even established an internet connection and an electricity and clean water supply. Although sharing a cramped room with Ojay and Macie wasn?t ideal, many people lived in much worse conditions, and Sajani had learned to be grateful for what little she had. So as she climbed from the track onto the platform and climbed the stairs toward what had once been the exit, Sajani was glad to be home.As she entered the old ticket office door, everything was quiet, which wasn?t unusual. Since Sajani was the only one who led a nocturnal existence, the others would likely still be asleep. Having showered and changed into one of Alex?s T-shirts, Sajani joined her partner on their mattress. She was surprised that he was already awake, his face illuminated by the glow of an iPad.Sajani sat beside him, and they embraced.?You Çukurambar Escort okay?? Alex whispered, trying not to awaken the other couple. ?Was it busy? How much did you collect???Forty thousand. We?ll triple that on delivery of the goods,? Sajani replied. ?And yes, it was busy. The good weather has brought people out. So there?s a lot of money to be made if we can cope with the demand.?Alex looked uncertain as he turned back to his iPad. His expression told Sajani that the news wasn?t good.?What?s the matter?? she whispered, stroking his thick, blond hair.Alex turned the screen towards Sajani. ?Scottish refugees, in Carlisle this time. The city has quadrupled in size in a matter of weeks. Tented cities have sprung up in all the city parks and green spaces. At least thirty people have died in riots, and there are reports that disease is rife. Not that you?d know that from the mainstream media, which shows nothing but happy faces, supposedly of people moving into the so-called ?Community Citadels? they?re rolling out north of the border. Community Citadels? Ghettos, more like.?It gets worse,? Alex continued gravely. ?The Government is so concerned about the vast numbers leaving the country that there?s talk that the ports and airports will be closed, and the roll-out of the ghettos brought forward here in England too. Their new green, culturally segregated, ideologically pure utopia isn?t attracting the numbers from overseas they expected. I don?t know why they?re surprised. I mean, why would anyone come to Britain? Who would want to live in this shithole now???What does that mean for us, though? For Invictus?? Sajani was rightly concerned.Alex put down the iPad and thought carefully before answering.?Well, despite the increased surveillance in London, many of these people will soon be heading south without papers,? he said, gesturing towards the screen. ?They?ll need us to help them flee the country or to circumvent the new caste system. I want to keep going for their sake and ours, but I?m not sure it?s worth it if the borders are closing. Forged documents won?t be enough to get them out of the UK. And that?s before we factor in the risks we?re taking, especially you, Saj. I think the time might have come for us to wind up the operation. We can?t expect our luck to hold for much longer. We should take our share of the money and get out while we still can.?Sajani couldn?t disagree with anything Alex said. Invictus?s operation of forging documents and hacking government files was lucrative, and Alex, Ojay, and Macie?s skills were unparalleled. But with inflation rampant and State control tightening daily, the risks were beginning to outweigh the benefits, and the operation had seemingly run its course.?Let?s see what Ojay and Macie say tomorrow,? Sajani whispered. ?But I agree. We haven?t taken all these risks and made all this money just to end up dead, or for our money?s value to dwindle to nothing. We must leave the country, and soon.?Alex nodded resignedly.?Now, let?s have a few minutes together before your day begins and mine ends,? Sajani whispered, slowly running her hand from Alex?s firm, naked chest to his lower abdomen.Alex put down his iPad as Sajani lay down and put her arm around his waist. They kissed again, more passionately this time, and Sajani felt herself getting wet. She always became conscious of her innate need to procreate when she returned from the streets as the stress hormones and fear of imminent death waned. Sleep wouldn?t come unless Sajani had climaxed first, and feeling Çukurambar Escort Bayan Alex?s seed inside her would make her slumbers even more restful.Sajani figured the bulls in the slaughterhouse where she had once worked must have experienced the same morbid compulsion to reproduce shortly before death, mounting the waiting cows, even as the pungent smell of death from the abattoir flooded their nostrils. She remembered their eyes, white and frantic, as they copulated in defiance of their impending fate as if one final fuck would make the horror go away. But now, with the production of meat outlawed and the slaughterhouses closed, it was Sajani who needed that forlorn, fatalistic release, knowing that every time with Alex might be the last.Sajani found that Alex was already hard in anticipation of their early-morning ritual. They exchanged no words, just a look as Sajani turned away, lifted her T-shirt, and waited to feel Alex wrap his arm around her, shuffle his body into position, and spoon her.Ojay and Macie were still sleeping, but it wouldn?t have mattered if they weren?t. There were no secrets between the two couples, and watching or being watched by the other couple was usual. So Sajani?s only concern was Ojay and Macie?s need for rest after the punishing hours they had been working, and she tried to remain quiet.Sajani felt Alex grip himself firmly, drag his dripping tip down the cleft of her bottom and, with a final wriggle, line himself up at her opening. She pushed herself towards him, the contours of their bodies interlocking, and gasped as he tentatively penetrated her.With one arm under Sajani?s neck and the other around her waist, Alex gripped her tightly as he began to move inside her. It was what Sajani needed after her foray above ground; the security of Alex?s firm embrace and his kisses on the back of her neck as he took her. For a moment, that was enough, and she closed her eyes to enjoy the warmth of his chest on her back and his hot palm on her breast.Somehow, the moment of her initial pricking never lost its magic, no matter how often it was reprised. The more vigorous fucking that followed would give her the orgasm she craved, but the initiation of their lovemaking held a particular resonance. Perhaps it was the spontaneity, the surge of calming endorphins it induced, or the knowledge that their actions were now forbidden by law. But when Alex gently pushed himself inside her, with no wish or need for foreplay, it was the moment she felt most alive in the vacuous, hopeless new works she inhabited.Eventually, feeling the need to heighten her pleasure further, Sajani raised her leg, knowing Alex would grasp it, support it in his hand, and allow her to hasten her finish. Unable to cum quickly through penetration, Sajani needed to touch herself as Alex fucked her, and she appreciated that it didn?t make him feel inadequate or unmanly. Instead, he understood that she sometimes needed her unique touch to bring about the immediate gratification her body demanded, and it turned him on to watch Sajani pleasure herself as he relentlessly drilled her pussy.Sajani spread her fingers around the hard, wet cock, rhythmically fucking her before closing them around her clitoris. Her fingertips were still cold, and an immediate tingle shot up her spine as her button responded to their icy touch. Ojay stirred as Sajani gasped, and Alex?s hand cupped her mouth, stifling any further moans which might wake their roommates.Sajani alternated between briskly rubbing her clitoris and more leisurely Escort Çukurambar kneading of her button with her fingertips. Already, her body was responding; her whole pussy was sensitive to the touch, and her nipples were stiffening with each pinch of her fingers.The room seemed to grow suddenly cold as her climax grew, the tingle in her sex spreading to her stomach as her legs trembled and her body weakened. Finally, with Alex continuing his shallow thrusts into her pussy, Sajani felt the sensations overwhelm her, and her body twitched involuntarily with waves of self-induced ecstasy. With Alex?s hand on her mouth, her muffled groans weren?t enough to wake Ojay and Macie, but in her head, Sajani?s orgasm was deafening.Alex slowed to more leisurely strokes as Sajani squirmed in the pleasure of her climax. She wanted the moment to last forever but knew Alex?s need to cum would be equally pressing. So once she had recovered sufficiently, Sajani quickly moved onto her hands and knees, not wishing to deny his release any longer.?Fuck me from behind,? she whispered. ?And don?t pull out. Let me feel your warmth inside me as I sleep.?Alex rose to his knees, took his cock in his hand, and re-entered her effortlessly.Sajani could already feel drowsiness begin to overpower her, and she knew it wouldn?t be long before she would be forced to surrender. But these functional, early-morning fucks were as much Alex?s means of coping as her own, and she needed to give him his satisfaction. Soon he would start breathing heavily, thrusting hard into her in pursuit of a blissful moment of escape from their wretched half-lives. The rush would only last minutes when he came, but those minutes were almost all he had. So, she rested her head on a pillow, closed her eyes, and allowed Alex to use her exhausted body to finish himself off.With his hands on her waist, Alex crashed his hips against Sajani with increasing vigour. The loud slapping sound was causing Macie to stir, but Alex was too close to his climax to stop. His balls were tightening with each new lunge as they forced up his seed, and his cock pulsed in anticipation of his forthcoming ejaculation.With the semen welling at the base of his cock, Alex slowed his cadence. Two more easy thrusts were all it took, and as his tip became deliciously over-stimulated, he finally allowed his cum to flow.Alex twitched inside Sajani as he released the first rope with a grunt. A push of his hips heralded a second spurt, and as he pulled back on her hips to force himself as deep as he could go, a third, heavy load was forced from his tip. Finally, after three more spasmodic thrusts, he dropped his head, spent, basking in the euphoric after-effects of his exertions.Sajani was unresponsive, and as the tension in his cock eased, Alex pulled out, allowing her to gently fall onto her side. Alex couldn?t tell how long she had been asleep, but as she peacefully lay, her knees drawn up to her chest, he figured it may have been some time.***********The grotesque, tortured bodies hung from almost every lamppost, their twisted forms beyond the reach of those who might wish to afford them dignity in death, and Sajani?s stomach turned in revulsion. She pulled her hood tightly around her head as she studied the small notices secured to each lamppost outlining the charges of which the dead had been accused.?Cultural Misappropriation.??Engagement in proscribed sexual practices.??Interracial breeding.??The use of fossil fuels.?Sajani had feared that the Government might use the anniversary of the Compassionate Revolution to assert their authority, but even she was appalled at the barbarity meted out to these people. She broke down when she recognised the face of a woman whose papers she had delivered only two days previously. Her capture, trial, and sentencing must have been as swift as her death was slow.