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Excerpt from Black Fox Diana Paige... 3/9/2016   Goodnight from Philadelphia! Here is an excerpt from the free story I am working on which will be posted to the store for free download; Pagan Wars-Origins ​Black Fox Diana Paige  ​   Standing in the darkness of her massive command-office brooding over the thought of, what do I do if they don't come back...? Had become an all too common occurrence for her over the last few weeks, if... he doesn't come back...? Even just juggling the thought in her mind caused a tightness in her chest and an inability to breath that made her blood race and heart pound at the very same time that it turned her on and made her wet with want for him.    If they don't come back...? Then we're finished, she knew that she had no ability to maintain anything if she'd lost the only man that could keep them all from tearing each other to pieces, finished!    And the reality was and is, that she's absolutely right about the fact that without Their Master-Husband, none of this shit was going to work. None of it. Shit'd already gone to hell in a hand basket when she couldn't maintain Her Link with him after she'd promised, like a vain-idiot asshole, that she could! She'd promised everyone inside the base, all of the VIP and CO's, regardless of what units or which status they held. She'd run her filthy little fuckin mouth like some fresh out the vat know-it-all newbie! Bioengineered and preprogrammed with a whole bunch of fuckin talents and know-how and not one lick-a-spit in actual real life or combat experience!    ...Fuck...!    And that was really all that kept running around in her head.    Fuck.    Because she knew she'd fucked them all when she mouthed off about something where she honestly did not and still does not, have real experience with "Goddamn Link-mastery...." the whispered words fell out of her mouth with the kind of passion meant for when a woman was hot an heavy in heat. However, for her it was all about whether or not she could get one of the many other threads of her web to catch and hold the man they all held dear or else this big-ass base she was holed up in was gonna start getting aired out pretty quick once the other ARCs finally figured out that she'd royally fucked up. Never mind what would happen when Horus and his cohorts found out that the only person they trusted in this bitch was now dead and all that was left was her. And some demoralized and broken bitches who'd revert right back to the turned out trash that they'd arrived here as.    Felicia's gotta come through... I know I created some other contingency for this, but I just can't fuckin keep my fuckin thoughts in order like this!    She was getting a first-hand, unwanted, reminder! Of why she'd never fucked around with linking with anyone of any significance in her life or during any of her previous assignments. The backlash of being cut off from them was devastating for ARCs, intentionally so! And she of course knew more about herself and her kind than most ARCs will ever get the chance to learn within their lifetime, so!?    Making this kind of mistake, a rookie mistake at that! And then being dumb enough to fuckin brag that she could maintain Her Link with Him, when she'd spent her entire fuckin life making sure to avoid creating any links with actual significants of any kind, be they human, or ARC. She sighed as she silently admitted to herself that, I fucked up. Totally fucked this shit up...!    Only the orangish-white base lights outside of her command-office provided any kind of lighting, as they weakly shined through the equally massive command-office window that she stood staring hopelessly out of, fuckin...!?     And standing slightly aside this giant window is a woman.    We'll call her a woman, because she looks like a woman, except for...? A few obvious details like her well groomed black fox-tail that she proudly displayed from up underneath her way too short black business skirt. And we'll call this business skirt a skirt, just for PC-sake. But it is the 1-o'clock am-hour, so? It's not like any actual humans are up in her face or base to see just how short her skirt is, so? We can let her too short skirt slide, for now.    But this woman.    With her beautifully bushy black fox-tail.    Was trying her best to rationalize away her own arrogant, fuck up.    "At least...!?" she murmured softly to herself, because her best attempts to convince herself that she hadn't fucked it all up, had failed weeks ago in actuality. Now it was all about damage control and second guessing herself in the hopes that she could spin it all back the right way so that all the people she loved wouldn't be lost "It can't end this way...." she gasped "It can't...!"    But her decades of experience and expertise told her otherwise, which is why she was once again up in her command-office, punishing herself. Yet still trying to make everything not end ass up, face down, the way she knew it was going to unless Felicia came through for her across the river.    And while her command-office was darkly lit by the lights outside of it, it was impossible to miss the massive bookcases of crap! Lining the entirety of the left and right walls of it, where she wished one of them had an answer on how she could fix her fuck up and know that none of the people she needed desperately to come home alive and well. Wouldn't be killed because she'd done too goodof a job setting her whole scheme up. Too good of a job keeping people in the dark, as if she was still living her past life. A past life that directly landed her on her ass here at Crusader Base of Camden City, pinned between two lethal enemies in the city she was directly a part of, Camden. And the enemy organization that she was bioengineered and designed to destroy, PAGAN-CORP Philadelphia, the former global headquarters of the entirety of PAGAN-CORP itself!    Damn it!    She wanted to lash out, she wanted to hit something! Hit someone! And she knew who thosesomeone's were, are! She knew that IACF-Central Command was behind all of this! Trying to cut-n-gut the very heart-n-soul of herself, Her Family, and all of the bitches-n-bastards of Crusader Base! Because 2-years of actual sustained success was never part of their plan, shit!? She smirked to herself over the fact that she knew that they'd set her Black-ARC ass up to fail over a decade ago when they created this goddamn deathtrap in the first fuckin place!    But I beat them!    The orangish-white lights from outside caught the side of her face and showed her sick smile of satisfaction at having outsmarted some of the smartest bastards-n-bitches throughout the entire American Empire, I fuckin beat them! Now they're fuckin coming after my fuckin man!? My fuckin family-n-friends!    The wind swept rainstorm picked up again outside and it echoed her feelings of how badly her emotions are a raging storm of frustration anger and helplessness! Because she couldn't just come out and be up front with Her Husband or the other sister-wives out of fear that the minute they came too close to any kind of tele-empathic defense measures and security systems of Alpha Foundry Base!?    The light caught her dark brown beautiful face and the look of paralyzing fear had overcome any and all rage she had as she had to admit that she couldn't tell anyone anything because "I couldn't risk that." she whispered "I couldn't risk that Alpha Foundry has to have psionic-systems that would be able to breech even their psi-defenses and training." she knew that once their minds were shown to have inside intel on why they were being offered an opportunity to be assigned to such aprestigious base?    The look in her gold eyes said it all, they wanna lure him away from us. Then she finally admitted aloud again with whispered exhaustion "Away from meh. I can't let them take you away from meh. I can't survive it." she felt her nerves fray, her cunt flinch, and the heaviness of her tits as she was already producing way too much tit-milk to begin with from being forced to endure being cut off from her Master-Husband, especially Their tele-empathic Link. Which she was certain was the real reason why they'd given him this fake fuckin promotion in the first place...!    To lure him to Alpha Foundry Base, someplace that she knew had the most advanced psionic-defenses and systems on earth. Sophisticated enough to even jam, if not completely sever! The Link between a human-handler and their ARCs. And with her and the entirety of Crusader Base being so fuckin fucked-up and dependent upon Byron's Link and the Link-Network that he'd set up with them?!    They should have attacked us. Why didn't they attack us...? She leaned hard against the window seal and stared out into the swirling rain and whipping winds, keeping her black fox-ears tucked up underneath her thick relaxed brownish-black mane of hair. Her black fox-tail darted back-n-forth briefly in agitation as she slowly raised her left hand to her chest and opened her black vest blazer. She slowly sucked on her bottom lip as she knew that her and her entire base was ripe for the picking right now with Their Master having been gone from them for 22-days and facing the fact that if Byron honestly fell for the IACF-Central Commands trap!? If he honestly believed that his 2-years of work here, which have actually and honestly, she winced as she looked at the fact that Her Husband's work here truly did deserve for him to be recognized!    She knew that the only reason why his life was in danger was because of the fact that he was here with her, stationed at her base, where her and all of the other bitches in it are meant to either be torn apart by PAGAN-CORP or by the King of Camden and his Indoctrinated-Maroons that'd illegally taken over the city and saved it from itself!    She couldn't help but softly gasp in anger at the irony of how they'd set everything up, set her up "Fuckin old bigoted bastards...!" but in the same sense that she hated it? The skill that they'd used to entangle and trap her, in typical ARC fashion, it turned her on. It turned her out. She was drawn to playing their game. Drawn to trying to beat them at their game. Something she knew had more to do with the Mang-genes she'd been bioengineered from, than some human designed biological fail safe and restraining bolt that would make her and all other ARCs, open to being easily suppressed and subdued on a psychological-level, due to their own moth-to-the-flame madness....