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Chapter 5- Prison Break

Ratchet stared past the shimmering crimson barrier of his prison cell. Angela and Sasha spoke as though their plan of escape were an inside joke which only they were allowed to be in on.
Angela disentangled herself from amongst Sashas long arms, stepping towards the computer terminal attached to the wall beside Ratchets cell. Angela typed at the keyboard, her eyes fluttering between the several applications emerging on the terminal’s screen. The barrier dividing Ratchet from the rest of the galaxy suddenly dissipated, the strong steel bars his only remaining obstacle to freedom. Ratchet expected this obstruction to follow the way of the first, for the great escape to begin. But the bars of his cage remained solidly in place- continuing to separate him from the remainder of the physical world.
“You goanna get rid of these bars and get me out of here?” Angela and Sasha looked at eachother with a devilish smirk that Ratchet did not like in the slightest. “Like you came here to do?” Ratchet prayed to the great lombax they had come to get him out of here.
The two sly figures just past the barrier clutched eachother tightly together, staring at him like the animal he was trapped inside the cage that surrounded him. They stared into eachothers eyes, on the surface they appeared motionless and still. But while their bodies remained paralysed their minds were alive with thought- the subtle communicators in their headdresses converting their conscious thoughts into audible speech in the others earpiece. It required extensive practice to be able to think the sentences without pronouncing them audibly, but it served its purpose well.
“You think we should let him out?” Sasha silently spoke to her partner in crime.
“No” Angela replied, Ratchet completely oblivious to the exchange. “Let’s have a little fun with him first”
Smirking coyly the two of them leant in closer to eachother, their lips meeting as they kissed with the explosive passion only a female could bestow upon another of her kind. Angela began to take the lead in their union, her tongue forcing its way past Sashas defensive teeth, the breach opened to allow Angelas saliva to follow through the open wound in her defences to mix with Sashas in some lust filled cocktail.
Ratchet simply stood there, watching the bizarre event unfold before him, still wondering exactly how the two of them taste testing eachothers saliva was in any way assisting his escape, but he was not complaining. Short term he was ecstatic at the prospect, but long term he was far more concerned with his quick and painless escape… ‘Oh Screw it!’ His devious mind screamed. At this exact moment all that concerned him was what any red blooded male would concern himself with- and that was getting a taste of those sweet, sweet tails which hung so tauntingly close, swaying delectably just out of reach of his grasp. However Ratchet was smart enough to know that any clumsy attempt to grasp for either of them would only result in an end to the delicious performance and a humiliating scolding, but his commonsense was over ridden by the veil of primeval lust which now infected his judgement.
Ratchet thrust his arm out through the bars of his cage, reaching out in a desperate attempt to touch the silken bodies of fur standing just beyond his reach. But his claws just brushed against the material of Sasha’s jumpsuit. Sasha felt the sudden brush against her shoulder, breaking the delightful embrace between her and Angela. She lowered her face to bite her glistening fangs together just short of his finger, taunting him as her warm breath cascaded across his golden fur.
Sasha and Angela stopped their sensual romp entirely, their bodies separating, each waiting for Ratchet to end his hormone driven advance. Ratchet begrudgingly obeyed, accepting the fact that Sasha and Angela were in control, for now. Ratchet retracted his arm back behind the bars of his cell, hoping that was all he needed to do in order for Angela and Sasha to resume their playful embrace.
Sasha stared into Angelas eyes, on the surface they once again appeared silence, however the two of them were once again communicating on a whole new level, thanks to the concealed COM pieces. “You think we should let him in?” Sasha asked.
Angela pondered the question. “Lets mess with him just a bit more” Angela replied. Sashas smirk widened. Sashas tongue returned to its embattled territory, the two of them once again duelling with eachother, sticking their tongues out of their mouths and slashing them against one another in a sensual confrontation.
Their embrace finally ended, the two of them staring into each others glistening eyes. Angela, being the more daring of the two, made the first move. She reached up to the base of Sasha’s neck, undoing the clasp which held her cloak in place. The light material slid silently across Sasha’s figure, the fabric pooling neatly at Sashas feet. Angela reached up to the base of her neck, her long fingers quickly unknotting the tie which kept the light material of her cloak held securely across her broad shoulders. The material slid smoothly off of her shoulders, collapsing into a pool at her feet to join Sashas.
Angela stretched her arms out to her sides, raising her arms simultaneously over her head in a half circle. As her arms reached their peak her mouth opened in a primal yawn, exposing rows of long white teeth. “I guess it’s time for the main event” Sasha spoke via their silent communicator.
“You go first” Angela spoke, Sasha stared surprised at her. “Remember you were the one he was taking dirty photos of after all”
Sasha had to concede. “Alright then- one saucy strip tease coming up”
Sasha reached up to the base of her neck, undoing the clasp which held the material of her jumpsuit tightly to her skin. The fabric gave way, allowing a gust of air to pass against her bare, exposed fur. “Wait a minute” Angela spoke silently. “I have an idea” An evil smirk grew across Angelas face, turning to face Ratchet still contained within his cell. Angela reached down to her feet, retrieving her previously discarded cloak lying at her feet. Angela held her cloak in her hands, the thin material draped across her feminine form. Angela spread her arms eagle, the cloak forming an impenetrable screen against Ratchets prying eyes.
Sasha quickly formed the pieces together in her devious mind. “Oh that is evil” An evil smile grew on her devious lips. Sasha raised herself onto her toes, placing her hands on Angelas shoulders for support, placing her warm lips against Angelas. “And I love you for that”
With her alluring modesty concealed Sasha returned to her previous task, reaching up to clasp the zipper of her jumpsuit. The zipper ate away at more and more of the track which trailed down the length of her stomach, exposing another patch of dark brown fur with each gentle pull. The zipper passed over the gentle rise of Sashas modest breasts.
Sasha snaked her left hand beneath the fabric of her jumpsuit, running her fingers against the dark black fabric of her bra. Sasha could feel the gentle rise of her nipple beneath the thin material of her bra. The gentle stimulation of her finger against the sensitive nub was dampened by the fabric. Sasha yearned to feel the full effect of her fingers against her bare nipple. Sasha sucked in a gentle breath through her quivering lips, attempting to keep her expression neutral. Sasha pinched her nipple between her thumb and index finger, she hissed passed her clenched teeth.
Sasha yanked the cup of her bra away from her fur, pulling the material down under the gentle rise of her bosom. She reached her hand back up to her nipple, feeling the soft fur of her hand caressing her bare nipple sent shivers cascading down her spine. She clipped her nipple between her thumb and index finger, attempting to entice her pleasures to even greater heights as she had done many nights before, alone as a young girl in her room on Marcadia, the door securely locked and the room lit by the gentle flicker of her favourite scented candles.
A gentle whimper escaped her lips as her sensitive nerves were energised one by one. Ratchet could overhear the unmistakable sounds of pleasure cascading from Sasha’s lips. But unfortunately their devilish female cunning ensured that their entire act remained fully concealed behind Angela’s thick cloak. Ratchet knew that any attempt to accelerate the process or forcing them to allow him a glimpse into their world would be met with swift retribution. So instead he simply returned to watching from behind the bars of his cage, content to nibble at whatever sensual morsel his holders were willing to pass his way.
Angela eventually brought herself to pull her gaze from watching Sasha pleasure her own plump breasts, glancing over her shoulder to finally acknowledge the lombax they had come with the sole intention of freeing. As much as he attempted to fight and suppress it, at least that finally proved he was learning, Angela had no difficulty in deciphering what was cycling through his mind. A smirk grew on Angelas lips; she looked down at her shorter partner in crime. “I think he likes what you’re doing”
Sasha suddenly stopped tending to her own breasts, reaching down to pull the material of her bra back into place, patting the cups of her bra with the palms of her hands. A devious smile began to grow on her feline lips. “If he liked that” Sasha reached forward to clasp Angelas sides, her long fingers massaging the taut muscles in her feline hands. “He’s going to love the things I am going to do to you”
Sasha reached up to the zipper of Angela’s jumpsuit. In simply touching the thin strip of metal she felt a surge of pleasure course through her body at the prospect of the power she now wielded. Sasha tugged Angelas zipper lightly, a small patch of golden fur was revealed at the base of her partners’ neck. Sasha licked her lips in building anticipation. She pulled the zipper a bit further; the rhythmic crunch of the zipper was music to Sasha’s tuned ears. More of Angelas golden yellow fur was exposed to Sashas hungry eyes. Sasha continued to pull down the zipper, her body quivering with anticipation at this point. Sasha pulled the zipper down beneath the gentle rise of Angelas heaving breasts.
Sasha’s eyes beamed, Angela Cross’s heaving cleavage lay bare before her, contained only by a thin light blue bra. Sasha dared to place her palm across Angelas left breast, feeling the gentle rise of Angela’s nipple pressing defiantly against her palm. Sasha squeezed the delicate mound of flesh softly in her hand, feeling the gentle rise and fall against her palm. Sasha pulled her palm away, trailing her furry fingers across the material of Angelas bra, the five separate fingers meeting in the centre atop Angela’s nipple. Sasha ran her index finger up the curve of Angelas breast, her index finger trailing down to nestle between the supple mounds of flesh. Sasha ran her finger further down towards the middle of her partners cleavage, she passed her finger over the small bow holding the separate cups of Angela’s bra together.
Sasha licked her lips eagerly. She pulled on the tie of the bow. The cups of Angelas bra fell away from her breasts with gentle grace, her round supple breasts toped by bright pink nipples. Sasha held the delicate material in her hands, running the pads of her thumbs across the soft inner layer of the brassieres cup. Sasha placed the soft material to her twitching nose, inhaling the sweet aroma which wafted from the material. “You dirty girl” Angela spoke silently via their headset.
“Well if you don’t want me playing with your underwear” With one sharp flick of her wrist Sasha discarded the garment to the side. It passed beyond the all obstructing view of Angelas cloak and into Ratchets view. He followed its graceful ascent like a predator watching a bloody morsel. Sasha peeked over the lip of the cloak, an evil smile growing on her feline lips at Ratchets expression at seeing Angelas private garment being revealed, and the devious thoughts which were no doubt coursing through his male mind.
Sasha crossed her arms over her chest, her hands snaking around her back, her fingers dancing across the taut muscles. Sashas hands snuck up her shoulders, her fingers running along the thin strips of material which held her bra over her shoulders. She hooked her thumbs beneath the thin straps, lifting the soft material from her shoulders, enjoying the feel of the cool air washing against her exposed skin. She pulled the straps down across her biceps; the cups of her bra slowly began to peel away from her chest. But before the fabric fell, revealing the hidden beauty beneath it once again, Sasha clasped her palms over her breasts, securely holding the fabric in place, halting its descent.
Sasha looked up into Angelas eyes still burning with barely contained impatience- both at Sashas teasingly slow speed at which she removed her own garments and her willingness to tease Angela to a height of pleasure she had not experienced since her youth and then leave her holding up the cloak, unable to please herself whilst Sasha made love to her own body with her ravenous hands.
Sasha jiggled her covered breasts in her hands, taunting the taller girl further. Sasha eventually removed her hands from her breasts, allowing the material of her bra to gracefully fall away from the mould of her breasts, her nipples standing erect in the face of the cold night air cascading across her bare skin. Sasha brought the fabric cup of her bra up to her face, her sensitive sense of smell discerning each single, separate aroma which formed together to create her unique scent.
Sasha glanced up to Angelas eyes once again, surprised bewilderment was clearly written across her features. A devilish thought entered Sasha’s devious feline mind. Sasha nuzzled her bra into Angelas twitching nose, a string of surprised protests being muffled by the thin fabric. Sasha reached her free left hand down to her breast, exciting the already perky nipple. Sasha pinched the small nub, lightning bolts of pleasure cascading through her body, Sashas pleasured moans audibly escaping past her quivering lips.
Angela had to admit that despite her earlier reservations Angela was beginning to enjoy this situation immensely, the smell of Sashas underwear pressed softly against her nose was intoxicating. Angela glanced down at Sasha, her piercing eyes giving her younger partner in both crime and pleasure a look of barely contained annoyance and underlying lust. Sasha begrudgingly finally had to concede and end her devilish torment. “Alright, here” Sasha discarded the garment past Angelas cloak, yet another morsel for Ratchet to drool over. Sasha glanced back up into her partners devious eyes. “Now we’re even” Sasha ran her ravenous eyes across Angela’s athletic body. “And next…” Sasha reached up to Angelas now fully exposed breasts, enjoying the feel of Sashas chocolate brown fur mixing with Angela’s blonde hair in a gentle moulding of yin and yang.
Sasha pressed her breasts against Angelas, their height difference requiring Sasha to stand on her toes, their perky nipples pressing together sending pleasure cascading through their entire bodies. Sasha cupped her own breasts in her hands, guiding her nipple against Angelas. Sasha tweaked her engorged nipple against Angelas, the contact between the two sensitive nubs sending arcs of pleasure surging down her spine. Sasha pressed her breasts against Angelas, their nipples pressing into the soft mound of her partners breasts, sending waves of pleasure cascading through their bodies. Sasha gleefully licked her lips as she prepared to move on. Sasha leant forward and placed her tongue against the nape of Angela’s neck. She trailed her tongue further down Angela’s supple body, enjoying the warm sweat forming between Angela’s plump breasts. Sasha continued to pass her tongue through Angelas heaving cleavage, placing her palms across Angelas breasts, giving them one last playful jiggle before Sasha continued her rampant descent.
Sasha passed her tongue down across Angela’s taut stomach- smoothing out the fur beneath her tongue. Sasha dropped to her knees as her tongue reached the base of Angelas stomach, reaching the border where Angelas golden fur met her jet black jumpsuit. Sasha bit the lip of Angelas jumpsuit in her bladed teeth, pulling at the material like a sand cat cub tearing at a fresh kill.
Sasha pulled the material further down Angelas athletically sculpted body, revealing more and more of her siren figure with each motion. Sasha pulled the jumpsuit down past Angelas thighs, revealing the simple dark blue underwear concealing Angelas glistening womanhood. Sasha pressed her nose against the soft blue material, inhaling and savouring the sweet aroma which wafted from the delicate material. The aroma was intoxicating, mesmerising. The blended cocktail of flavours and tastes encapsulated all that was Angela Cross.
But alas Sasha eventually snapped herself out of her trance- returning her to the physical world. She pulled the jumpsuit down to Angela’s ankles, allowing her to step out of the garment with ease. Sasha slowly rose back onto her feet, her rampant hands running up Angelas body as she went, allowing Sasha to simply step out of her outer garments, their jumpsuits pooling at their feet. Sasha clasped her hands against Angelas shoulders, her devious eyes rising up over the lip of Angelas cloak, an evil smile growing on her feline lips at the sight of Ratchets expression of freshly contained lust.
“Come on, let’s let him in on it” Sasha cooed through her silent mind.
“And spoil all the fun?” Angela smiled gleefully.
Sasha had to admit that taunting Ratchet with concealed desire had been fun, but it had to end at some point. “He’s suffered enough” Sasha sighed lightly.
Sasha lowered herself beneath the all consuming shadow of Angelas cloak, Sasha wrapping her long arms around Angelas sculpted stomach. Sasha’s hands clasped against Angelas back.
Angela released her hold on her hold on her cloak, the light material falling gracefully to the floor. Ratchet nearly went into a primal, uncontrolled frenzy of primal rage. It took every essence of his military training to suppress his ancestral urges and maintain his composure.
Ratchet didn’t like the devilish evil smirks forming on his female companion’s lips, but that was quickly being overridden by the image of two semi-naked girls standing before him. Ratchet had learned well from his previous encounter with these two- any attempt to force the two of them ahead would only result in firm and swift retribution. Instead for now he was simply content to sit behind the bars of his cell and watch as their act unfurled before him.
That simply would not do. Sasha was eager to coax a response from her Lombax captive- force him into making a complete fool of him so that Sasha would have the opportunity to scorn Ratchet once again for allowing his baser instincts to take control of him. But it seemed so far that Ratchet had learned well from his experiences and was suppressing his true feelings rather well. But Ratchet was still a red blooded male, a simple creature ruled by his penis rather than his brain.
“He’s not going to fall for it” Sasha silently communicated with her devilish partner in crime.
“Indeed” Angela silently responded, a devilish smile forming on her lips as an idea entered her mind. “Then I guess we just need to work harder to entice him”
Angela stepped forward, Sashas long arms disentangling themselves from around Angelas shapely stomach, her hands lowering to clasp against Sashas thighs. Angela walked the distance, her shapely hips swaying suggestively as she stepped. She stood on the other side of the cage, her long shadow engulfing the shorter Lombax beneath her. She slinked her arms through the steel bars, reaching down to clasp Ratchets hands in hers. Ratchets hands, roughened and coursed through years of hard work and recently military service, moved flawlessly across Angelas soft fur against his bare fingers sent shivers cascading down Ratchets spine.
Angela ran her smooth hands up across Ratchets muscled arms, Angela’s loins tightened as she felt Ratchets muscled bicep under her gentle touch. Angela ran her delicate hands back down Ratchets muscled arms, enjoying the feel of soft fur beneath her hands. Angela clasped her hands around Ratchets, pulling his hands up with her own. Angela leant forward, pressing her face against the bars of Ratchets cage. Ratchet was apprehensive, but an encouraging hand from Angela running across his blushing cheek slowly began to lull him towards her. Angelas puckered lips grazing against Ratchets, her warm breath cascading across Ratchets lips as she pulled back to suck in much needed breaths. Angelas feral tongue, once innocent and carefree but now rampantly tainted by primal, animalistic lust, forcefully explored Ratchets willing mouth.
Angela reached her long fingers up to the base of Ratchets neck- clasping the zipper tightly in her long fingers. Angela pulled on the delicate slip of material, each pull revealing yet another patch of delicious golden fur to her ravenous eyes. Angela bit her lower lip in an attempt to stifle the quivering gasps which escaped past her lips as Ratchets sculpted chest was exposed to her. Angela hooked her thumbs beneath the material of Ratchets jumpsuit, her palms pressing against Ratchets sculpted stomach. Angelas thighs tightened, her pussy moistening at the feel of Ratchets strong muscles beneath her hands. Angela ran her soft hands up across Ratchets firm pectoral muscles, enjoying the soft feel of his muscles beneath her hands.
Angelas hands moved seamlessly across to Ratchets firm biceps, enjoying the gentle rise and fall of his muscles beneath her hands. Angela ran her hands further down Ratchets thick arms, peeling away the sleeves of Ratchets jumpsuit. Angela pulled away the thin strips of material down Ratchets arms, freeing his arms from their fabric confines. The fabric collapsed around Ratchets waist- his entire torso now left bare for the entire galaxy to savour. Angela returned her hands to Ratchets muscled forearms, her long fingers running across his soft golden fur. Angela clasped Ratchets hands in hers, guiding them up between the bars of his imprisoning cage. Angela placed Ratchets long fingers against her glowing red cheeks pulsating with the warm embarrassment as she cheekily glanced another look at Ratchets well toned stomach. Angela ran the tip of Ratchets finger against her full rose red lips. Her serpents tongue poked through her lips, running against the tip of Ratchets extended index finger. Her lips wrapped around the tip of Ratchets finger, savoring the delectably soft tip. Angela nipped her teeth against the tip of the delicate finger, savouring the delectably soft tip. Angelas deep blue eyes stared into Ratchets deep eyes, the deep blue eyes visions of Angela’s inner most thoughts and feelings.
But Angela’s siren stare suddenly emerged to be a sinister deception. Angela gripped Ratchets forearms in her long fingers, thrusting his arms through the bars of Ratchets cage. Ratchets torso impacted the heavy metal bars, Angela crossed his arms over to secure her hold over her partner.
“He’s all yours” Angela once again spoke to her partner through their concealed COM link, Ratchet completely unaware of their secret communication. Ratchet struggled against Angela’s tight grip over his arms, but the devilish vixens hold proved too solid for him to overcome. While Ratchet remained consumed with breaking free of Angelas grasp he failed to notice the sly Cazar slipping stealthily between their legs and emerging with her lips poised inches from Ratchets concealed member which threatened to burst through Ratchets jumpsuit even the smallest amount of added stimulation. Sasha gripped the waistband of Ratchets jumpsuit, pulling at the stubborn material. Ratchets magnificent member leapt out from the fabric confines of Ratchets jumpsuit, standing erect mere centimetres from Sashas face, she eagerly licked her lips with anticipation. Sasha ran her fingers along the length of Ratchets erect penis. His sensitive nerves sent surges of pleasure cascading down his spine.
Sasha suddenly consumed the tip of Ratchets penis, his warm sweat cascading into her waiting mouth. Sashas lips ran up and down his humongous length, stopping only to plant several delicate kisses against the engorged tip. Sasha continued to run her lips along Ratchets member, his tip pressing against the back of her throat with each graceful thrust, her skilled mouth quickly bringing Ratchet to the point of no return.
Ratchets mouth went slack, the pleasure of Sashas touch coursing through his body. Angela clasped her mouth over his, stifling his pleasured moans before they could emerge. But just as Sasha could feel her partner’s muscles begin to convulse with his orgasm. Sasha quickly withdrew her lips from her partners penis, her long tongue running across her stained lips. Sasha’s eyes glanced up to meet her female partner in crime. “You want to try it, Angela?”
Angela retracted her lips from Ratchets, her throat growling with feline gusto. “Stick it in me” Angela growled, throwing their subtle, enticing facade to the wind.
Sasha gently guided the tip of Ratchets penis against Angelas outer lips, sending shivers cascading down her spine as her most sensitive nerves were stimulated. Sasha plunged the tip of Ratchets erect penis into Angelas waiting pussy, Sasha savouring the convulse of muscles cascading through her body. Angela growled deeply in her alien throat- the delectable mix of pain and pleasure enflaming Angelas primal desires.
Angela clasped onto the bars of Ratchets cage for support, the leverage allowing Angela to increase the ferocity of her thrusts. Sasha ran her tongue across Ratchets member as it plunged in and out of Angelas warm, moist pussy lips. Sasha savoured the warm, salty cocktail of Angela and Ratchets sweat.
“Faster” Angela growled, slamming her hand against the steel bar in an effort to entice her partner into more feral love making. Ratchet complied, increasing his thrusting to help sate Angelas growing libido. Angela squealed in delight as she felt her pleasures begin to overflow.
But just as Angela could feel her pleasures begin to consume her she could feel the resistance against her primal thrusts increasing. Angela looked down to see Sasha poised between them, her palms pressing against their stomach stomachs in an attempt to separate them. Despite their uncontrollable desire to see their pleasures fulfilled the two creatures parted. “Mine!” Sasha’s mouth consumed the tip of Ratchets penis her tongue sliding across Ratchets erect shaft. Sasha pulled back, her tongue running across her bladed teeth, sucking in a much needed breath before devouring Ratchets penis once again.
Angela was left cold, forced to tease her fingers against her pussy lips in a desperate attempt to keep her on the edge of pleasure. Angela pressed her fingers past her outer lips, teasing her fingers deeper into her warm, moist pussy.
Ratchets penis leapt out of Sasha mouth with a warm moist pop. Sasha rose to her feet standing between the two of them, her hungry gaze never faltering from Ratchets erect penis. Sasha clutched the tip of Ratchets penis between the tips of her fingers, guiding the tip of Ratchets penis towards her waiting pussy lips. The two touched, sending shivers cascading down their spines. Sasha thrust her hips forward, each backwards movement forcing Angelas fingers deeper into her warm pussy.
Sasha passed her hands through the bars of Ratchets cage, draping her arms across Ratchets broad shoulders, her fingers entangling behind Ratchets neck. Angela passed her right hand up across Sashas chest, tweaking Sashas nipples in her long fingers, her expert hands enticing Sasha’s nerves in a way that only another female could. Angelas fingers moved freely across Sashas plump breasts, her fingers moving through her pussy moved in perfect harmony with her hand caressing Sasha’s breasts.
Angela felt the pleasure within her began to surface; her entire body became consumed by the fiery touch of her orgasm. Angela tore her fingers from her quivering pussy, her arms draping across Sashas shoulders. Sasha quickly followed suit, the pleasure of her orgasm tightening her pussy around the tip of Ratchets penis. The pressure sent Ratchet over the edge, the smooth slipperiness of Sashas pussy allowed Ratchet to slide out seamlessly, the Lombax collapsing to the floor on the other side of the cage.
Their legs gave under their weight, Angela and Sasha collapsing together in a heap on the other side of the bars, the taller girls arms wrapped tightly around her partners body. Angela nuzzled her nose into Sashas tranquil purple hair, Sasha laying her head against Angelas heaving breasts.
Ratchet panted much needed breaths past his quivering lips. “So... are you going to get me out of here now?”

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Chapter 5 is finally up.
Once again thank you readers for making it this far. Originally (Back in writing Chapter 3) I had intended this story to just end there. However since then I have decided to expand it into a larger story involving Ratchet, Angela and Sasha going on the run from Sasha's controlling father and his army of Galactic Rangers.
As with most of my other stories I shall post the ‘Clean’ plot driven first half of the story on my deviantART account (The reason for the different numbering is that the sex driven chapters are not included)-
http://alimination602.deviantart.com/art/Photo-Op-Chapter-3-192029838?q=gallery%3Aalimination602%2F42218&qo=6
I shall post the second half of Chapter 5 and the next few chapters as soon as they have been written.
As a side note the inspiration for the Chapter 5 title was of course the excellent TV show ‘Prison Break’ which has just completed its fourth and final season and is available for purchase from anywhere quality DVD’s are sold! It really is worth breaking out for! (And I am not just saying that because a now out of work Wentworth Miller is holding a gun to my hard drive)
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