by Ivy Barrett
“As you wish.” Nehalem quickly gathered her things and left the hotel room. “I am not cut out to be a spy,” she muttered as the elevator deposited her in the lobby.
“You did fine. In fact, you did far better than I expected,” Bryson’s disembodied voice reassured.
“Thanks a lot.” The shuttle was waiting for her on the departure ring as planned. Opton pulled open the hatch and she scurried into the relative safety of the small ship. “What use does a deranged teddy bear have for a biomechanical weapon that looks like a human female? The biggest advantage of Chrysalis One is that no one will see her coming.”
“Shae is a middleman.” Bryton slid over on the bench, making room for Opton. “We’ll go through him until we’ve identified his customers then we’ll negotiate directly with them.”
“That sounds dangerous.” After stuffing the shoulder bag in a wall compartment, she sat on the bench opposite Bryson and fastened her safety restraint straps. “What’s to keep his customers from telling Shae you’re trying to circumvent him?”
“The Chrysalis.” His tone held absolute finality. “No one else has anything like it.”
“Have the nanites been tested in any species other than human?”
His mouth opened as if he would answer then he shook his head. “You already know far more about this project than you were meant to know.”
The shuttle shimmied then banked sharply to the left. “Sorry,” the pilot muttered. “Saronta traffic is impossible.”
Nehalem fidgeted on her bench, pleased with what she had accomplished yet curious about all Bryson refused to tell her. Did they intend to sell the nanites and canisters as a sort of do-it-yourself kit? If they sold Chrysalis One, how would they continue their research? So much of this made no sense to her. Perhaps Chrysalis One would be contracted out for individual missions, but how would they ensure her return once the mission was complete? Or did they expect to make enough off one sale to… No, they were in this for the long run. Chrysalis One was the beginning not the culmination of their vision.
“Opton kept you safe during your first covert assignment,” Bryson said, drawing her back from her speculation. “Show him how grateful you are for his protection.”
“That’s not necessary, sir,” the burly guard objected.
Nehalem recognized the cruel hunger in Bryson’s gaze. He was ready for a performance. The more she resisted the better he would like it. Opton was handsome in a brutish, military fashion. His strong, young body was certainly appealing.
Unfastening her safety straps with a rebellious clatter, she pushed to her feet and positioned herself in front of Opton. His dark eyes widened and an adorable flush formed on the crest of his cheekbones.
“You’re not a virgin, are you?” She licked her lips and let her gaze wander up and down his body. The other soldiers laughed and Opton glared, obviously uncomfortable with the attention.
“No, ma’am. I’m not a virgin.” He looked pointedly at her husband, sitting right beside him. “I prefer to do my fucking in private.”
“You’ve never needed pussy so bad you fucked someone in a bathroom or a stairwell?” she challenged in a soft, breathy tone.
“No, ma’am. I always managed to find a bed.”
She chuckled low in her throat and focused on his mouth, nicely curved, full lower lip, perfect for nibbling. “And I can’t remember the last time I bothered with a bed. I’ve always been spontaneous.”
“Enough talk,” Bryson snapped. “Get naked and get busy.”
“I’ll get naked, but I want him just the way he is, safety straps and all.”
“But, ma’am—”
“No more excuses. Just relax and enjoy the ride.” She put her fingers beneath his chin and pushed his mouth shut. His hands fisted on his thighs and he stared straight ahead, doing his best to ignore her completely. She shrugged out of her jacket and laid it across the bench behind her. His expression didn’t change. She kicked off her shoes and unbuttoned her blouse. He continued his stubborn resistance.
“Opton! Don’t insult my wife with your attitude.”
It took the soldier a few seconds to comply. His gaze finally shifted to her face and she winked then parted her blouse. Her outfit might have been conservative, but her lingerie was blatantly sexy. The black lace bra cradled her breasts while leaving the nipples bare.
She sensed the others watching her and feminine power rushed through her veins. With her gaze locked with Opton’s, she grasped the tips of her breasts and rolled her nipples into tight, puckered beads.
“Now the pants,” Bryson urged. “Show him your ass and your soft pink cunt. Let him feel how fast you get wet.”
With a little wiggle, she shed her pants and set them on top of her jacket. She turned her back on Opton—and the men on either side of him—while she bent to remove her socks, presenting them with a fabulous view of her shapely legs and smooth, round ass.
“For gods’ sake, Opton. If you don’t want her, let me fuck her for you!” the soldier on his left cried.
“Not a bad idea, Lendorski. Stand behind her while you arouse her. Show Opton what he’s missing.”
Bryson’s words didn’t surprise Nehalem. It would have been more unusual if he hadn’t included others in the entertainment. He loved to watch her become overwhelmed by sensation, accepting cocks into every opening until the fullness made her beg for release. Her pussy clenched and heat spread across her skin.
Lendorski threw off his safety straps and joined her in the space between the benches. Pressing against her back as Bryson directed, he cupped her breasts and ground his erection into the small of her back.
“Tug on her nipples. Harder, make her moan.” Like a remote-controlled pleasurebot, Lendorski responded to Bryson’s directives. “Get rid of the bra, it’s distracting.” She helped him rid her of the garment, pulse pounding as they waited for Bryson’s next order. “Move in front of her now and suck on her nipples.”
They faced each other, offering Bryson and Opton a side view of their antics. Lendorski massaged her breasts while he greedily sucked, drawing the flesh deep before releasing it with a distinct pop. She looked at Bryson and smiled, reveling in her power over him. He wouldn’t touch her, but he couldn’t stop wanting her.
“The thong…” Bryson’s voice was tense and breathless. “Rip it off.”
Lendorski twisted the tiny front panel with his fingers and tugged hard. The straps snapped, leaving thin red welts on her ivory skin.
Bryson rose from the bench, his gaze fixated on the discoloration. He traced the welt across her hip then splayed his fingers across one of her ass cheeks. “Lendorski, change of plans. Lie down on the bench.”
“Yes, sir.” The soldier pushed her clothing to the far end of the bench and spread out on his back.
“I’ve wanted to do this for longer than you can imagine.” Bryson whispered the words in her ear, causing her to shiver. She wasn’t sure what ‘this’ was, but she doubted that it would be pleasant. That didn’t mean she wouldn’t enjoy it anyway.
Urging her toward Lendorski’s prone body, Bryson positioned her beside the bench. He guided her hands to the wall and spread her legs. Her back was bent, her ass sticking out, an unintentional invitation. Would he take her in the ass while Lendorski fingered her cunt? Uncertainty twisted, making her restless and unsure.
She looked over her shoulder, trying to determine Bryson’s next move. With a wicked grin, he unbuckled his belt and drew it out of the pants loops. Holy shit! He was going to spank her. Her ass cheeks flexed and her stomach clenched. Bryson had spanked her before, plenty of times, but he’d never used a belt on her before.
“Lendorski, push two fingers into her pussy.” The soldier immediately obeyed. His lust-bright eyes devoured her sex as his fingers explored her most intimate flesh. He slid his fingers in and out several times before coming to rest deep inside her passage. “Now tell me if she comes. She does not have pe
rmission to enjoy this.”
Closing her eyes, she consciously released all the tension gripping her muscles. Apparently, Bryson had grown tired of watching her pleasure. Was she brave enough to control the pain?
Bryson rubbed his hand over her ass, prolonging the anticipation. “Your skin is so delicate, so fine. I bet it will burn with just the slightest encouragement.”
She didn’t reply. Nothing she said would change his intentions, so why give him the satisfaction? His fingers trailed into the crack between her cheeks, teasing her anus with a feather-light touch. She held her breath, afraid to move, unwilling to break the sensual spell. She felt light and floating as if she didn’t quite belong to her body. He’d crossed the line and touched her. It was only a matter of time before—
He moved his hand and swung the belt, the sharp crack far worse than the sting. Lendorski flinched, but she relaxed with a slow, controlled sigh. Bryson couldn’t do it. He couldn’t bring himself to hurt her, any more than he could bring himself to fuck her. His second swing echoed the first, a sharp crack and a slight sting. Heat spread across her skin, the sensation more soothing than punishing.
“Don’t fight it, slut. Scream for me. I want to hear you scream.” Two more swings followed in quick succession, each one kissing a different path across her ass. The slow-burning tingle made her wiggle and moan. Her pussy melted, her inner muscles rippling around Lendorski’s fingers. It felt raw and… arousing! The belt caressed her ass, spreading heat and heightening sensitivity.
“Scream, damn you. I can’t stop until you scream.”
She wasn’t sure she wanted him to stop. Her body was humming, smoldering, suspended in a surreal haze.
Lendorski pushed up on his elbow, bringing his face closer to her crotch. “She’s really close, sir, and really wet!”
Bryson dropped the belt and pressed his palms against her ass cheeks. The slight pressure amplified the burn. She cried out, surprised by the stark lust throbbing in her pussy. “Louder!” He squeezed harder and she gave in, screaming loud enough to salvage his pride. “Pull out. She hasn’t earned an orgasm.”
She moaned in frustration when Lendorski removed his fingers. She’d been so close to a spectacular climax, maybe the most amazing of her life. Bryson wrapped her hair around his fist, not hurting, just controlling her movements. “Open up, Lendorski. You’re about to get the best blowjob of your life.” Lendorski frantically unfastened the front of his flight suit and freed his eager cock. She started to kneel, but Bryson stopped her. “Bend from the waist. Keep that pretty ass right where it is.”
Only by widening her stance and bracing her hands on the bench was she able to reach Lendorski’s crotch without bending her knees. She guided his cock to her mouth and went to work with dispassionate skill.
“Last chance, Opton.”
Her steady bobbing faltered as she listened for Opton’s reply. If he refused to fuck her, would Bryson take his place? She could barely remember the last time her husband joined his flesh to hers. Please let Opton decline!
“I appreciate the offer, sir. I’d rather watch.”
Bryson’s hand tightened in her hair, so she resumed her slide up and down Lendorski’s shaft. Lendorski reached beneath her and absently fondled her breasts. Fingers thrust into her cunt and Bryson groaned. “So hot and so fucking wet. Ruiz, get over here.”
No! Fuck me yourself. I’m right here, love. Take me. She tightened her inner muscles, begging for the solid column of his cock. His hand slipped out of her hair and she heard movement behind her. Fingers bit into her hips and the blunt head of a cock found her vaginal opening. For just a moment she thought Bryson was poised to take her then he stepped into her peripheral vision and her heart sank.
“Beg me!” Bryson growled, leaning close to her ear. “If you want Ruiz to fuck you, you have to beg.”
She whimpered, unable to comply.
“Not good enough.”
Releasing Lendorski for a moment, she said, “Please. Order him to fuck me. I need it bad.” Bryson nodded toward the soldier and Ruiz drilled into her, slow and steady, stopping only when his balls pressed against her clit. “Yes!” she moaned. “More, please, more.”
Not waiting to see if he would oblige, she sucked Lendorski back into her mouth and resumed her steady slide. Ruiz held her hips, the firm slap of his body against her ass enough to maintain the heat. He moved strong and steady within her slick passage. She matched her bobbing to the firm rocking of the young man’s hips.
She didn’t care if the others watched or what they thought. Bryson stood beside her, eyes wild with lust. Why wouldn’t he fuck her? Why persist with these twisted games? Ruiz sped his pace, his hands clutching her hips while his cock drove deep into her pussy.
Lendorski lunged off the bench, clasping her face between his hands. His shaft jerked against her tongue and his seed shot into her throat. She swallowed, glad to be rid of the distraction.
Ruiz held her steady and pounded into her cunt. Despite his vigorous thrusting, her arousal had just begun to build. She slipped her hand between her thighs and rubbed her clit. Tension built, swirling beneath her fingertips and rippling along the walls of her passage. Ruiz felt thick and strong, filling her deeply with each forceful thrust. She grasped her clit and gently tugged on the delicate stem, imagining her husband behind her, pretending his cock shuttled in and out of her needful passage. Sensations radiated outward, spreading the tingles and the heat.
Coming with a sharp cry, Ruiz shuddered against and into her. She tightened her inner muscles and pinched her clit, forcing her reluctant orgasm to crest. The wave was lazy and quickly dissipated, but at least she came.
The soldiers moved away from the bench, leaving her naked and trembling. She reached for her clothes, but Bryson grabbed her wrist. “Remain as you are, naked and dripping with cum. You serve one purpose and one purpose only. I will never let you forget it.”
Anger and shame swept over her in alternating waves, first cold then hot then cold again. With as much dignity as she could manage, she sat and refastened her safety straps. Bryson grasped her knees and spread her legs, displaying her wet sex.
“Close your legs and I’ll spank you with something far more painful than my belt.” He returned to his seat and struck up a conversation with Opton, refusing to glance her way.
She seethed. What little control she possessed was rapidly slipping. She had to find a way of escaping his control. All her attempts to reignite his interest had obviously been in vain. His lust had turned to cruelty and she was tired of his abuse.
Bryson’s men monitored every move she made. Still, invisibility or teleportation would allow her to escape their watchful eye. Bryson controlled which mutants she was allowed to collect. She sighed. This wasn’t going to be easy, but she would find a way.
Chrysalis One was the key. If she could take control of the prototype or access those canisters… An opportunity would present itself and she would be ready to move when it did. One thing was certain; she was finished being her husband’s whore!
Chapter Eight
“Can I at least come along for the ride?” Cassie asked as Fane and Mal Ton prepared to leave the Underground. “Allen is stubborn. He’ll fight you every step of the way.”
“He can be as stubborn as he likes.” Fane flashed his charming smile. “This is strictly smash and grab.”
“It might not be a bad idea for him to see a familiar face once we get him back to the shuttle,” Mal Ton said.
Thankful for the unexpected support, Cassie offered him a tentative smile.
Fane’s obvious hesitation was no surprise. Despite their intimacies, he didn’t trust her yet. “I know we’re somewhere in Old Towne. The architecture is a dead giveaway. Besides, your spies need access to Sanctum, which means they’re probably using the abandoned subway tunnels.” She paused for a challenging smile. “How am I doing so far?”
“You’ve always been annoyingly obs
ervant,” Fane grumbled.
“Then there’s no reason to leave me behind.”
With a helpless shrug, Fane relented. “I suppose it’s better than locking you in my room.”
Mal Ton chuckled, but Cassie bristled, unsure whether or not Fane had been serious. Did he intend to lock her up each time he left the Underground? They’d been together since leaving Stilox, so she wasn’t familiar with their new routine.
She followed the men through the lobby of the abandoned hotel and out a back entrance. They passed a few of Fane’s people, though no one paused for conversation. She had never seen such a purpose-driven group of people in her life. The Protarian militia could learn a lot from Fane’s fighters, though neither side would enjoy the exchange.
Night had fallen while they were in the infirmary, shrouding the area in gloomy shadows. A dilapidated shuttle awaited across a grassy clearing. Trees and overgrown gardens hinted at the area’s former beauty.
“Didn’t we arrive in a police shuttle?” She looked around more carefully. The rusted-out piece of junk was the only ship in sight.
A secretive smile curved Fane’s lips as he triggered the main hatch. “Exterior shields project whatever image we select within reason. Obviously the size and shape need to be somewhat compatible.”
“Very clever.” She climbed in after Fane and found the interior unchanged. The cockpit, which consisted of two high-backed chairs and a vast array of instrumentation, was separated from the fuselage by an archway. Four chairs lined the walls of the passenger cabin, facing the center of the small craft. Stark, functional, the ship was built for speed not comfort.
“The holoshield comes in handy from time to time.” Fane slipped into the pilot’s chair while Mal Ton navigated. Their positions had been reversed on the way here. Considering how long they’d lived, she shouldn’t be surprised at their versatility.
Fane glanced at her to make sure she’d strapped in before he launched the shuttle. The ship vibrated and rocked before settling into a comfortable rhythm.
