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Nixie Pixel undressed Leah Culver hastily, laying hands on smooth curves and winking seductively. Her breast heaving atop of Nixie have expanded with hands behind them working to unbutton Nixie pants, with moist Nixie squirming in delight.

Leah crouched over Nixie, the boyish looking woman sprawled on the bed,
her bare breasts rising and falling rapidly as she panted. Her shirt was
open and bra discarded, her nipples thrusting up painfully.

"You look so beautiful like this," Leah purred as she leaned forward
to run her tongue over each breast.

'I wouldn't have thought she was the aggressive one,'  Nixie thought,
surprised, 'she's so quiet and sweet normally.'
"Just like I need you," Leah agreed as she bent down to suck firmly at
Nixie's pointed, reddened nipple. Her other hand slid along the bare leg
up to Nixie's panties, delicately stroking the soaked crotch.

"Ugh," Nixie made a incoherent sound as her hips jerked under Leah's
touch.

Leah laughed merrily as she continued to stroke, alternating between
light stroked and heavy, biting and sucking on Nixie's breasts. As her
lover became more and more excited Leah ground her own wetness against
Nixie's thigh. They raced together towards climax, their bodies straining
towards completion, then with a strangled cry Leah came, her
convulsions triggering Nixie's orgasm too.

``Brian, what is going on with her?''
Leah's unconscious body was curling in snake-like movements on the operation table. She let out a deep moan.
``These are just the effects of the sedative I gave her. It can act stimulating on sensitive people.''
Nixie was unsure. ``So what exactly…?''
``I'd say our little rebel brat is quite enjoying herself, wherever her mind might be right now. And since you were the only one she had a chance to lay her eyes on when we picked her up, it's not hard to imagine what's going on in there.'' He couldn't suppress a sly grin. Nixie was at a loss of words, thinking back a few hours, he might just be right. `Fucking Doc'. she thought.
They were chasing out the Leftovers in an residential area that has been under suspicion for quite some time, but only months-long careful observation of energy use spikes pattern in the circadian distribution led to where the last programmers were hiding.
It was then only a matter of rousting them up, make a lot of noise, let loose the dogs; a regular old crackdown.
The girl with the name Leah was one of the few who even managed to escape from the block, Nixie, the Colonel and his men frantically sprinting after them when they got spotted. So the hunt began, and an easy on it was. The Leftovers were all weakly, running out of breath in minutes, their cardiovascular systems not used to any sort of physical strain and the fear, or rather certitude, of impending mutilation and imprisonment doing the rest. Leah had the smarts to seek hiding as soon as possible, but Nixie smelled her out. That was what she did best, spotting, running down and catching the rare and elusive female Leftovers. Licking an the handle of an unlocked apartment building's entrance door confirmed she had just gone in there. Soon they found her, collapsed, unconscious, hiding behind some large pipes in the farthest cellar down the corridor. Nixie pinned her down, and for the second or so she regained her wits, whispered into her ear ``Have you read your SICP today?''