Maybe I should go ahead and do it. Our plan is in place. In a few hours the other rebels can escape. Starn is going to kill Kaal and me anyway. Better sooner than later. At least my last act in this world will be to make him suffer.
I closed my eyes, opened my mouth, and steeled myself for what I had to do.
Starn made a muffled sound, more of a squeak than the low groan I expected to hear. He didn’t ram his engorged member down my throat. The sharp pain of the knife tip piercing my skin eased, then disappeared. I heard the clatter as it fell to the floor.
I opened my eyes.
Starn’s erection was shriveling. His fist was no longer wrapped around it, shoving it in my face. Instead, both his hands were tearing at the huge fingers clamped around his neck.
Behind him, Rigo tightened his hold. Starn’s eyes were wild. He flailed desperately, his heels drumming on the floor. Rigo dragged him backwards, so he couldn’t grab me or kick out and hurt me. Shaking, I got to my feet and took a few steps back, unable to tear my eyes away.
The giant’s face was placid, eerily calm, as he slowly, relentlessly squeezed the life out of the man who’d ordered him to be tormented so many times. Starn’s face turned red, then an appalling shade of purple-blue that looked so much like the color of the penis he tried to make me suck that I had to turn away.
I crouched by the side of the table with my back to them, my fingers touching Kaal’s. He moved his hand enough to encircle mine. We stayed that way until the last echoes of the hideous rasping sounds faded away.
I heard a thud and then Rigo appeared on the other side of the table. “He won’t hurt you anymore, Mama.” His voice was high-pitched, that of a child.
Shakily I got to my feet, careful not to look at the other side of the room. “Thank you, Rigo.” Somehow I managed to keep the horror out of my voice.
“I did good?”
I tried to envision a little child instead of the homicidal giant in front of me. “Yes, my sweet boy, you did very good.”
He beamed at me, the smile all the more disturbing coming from a face topped by a head covered with hideous scars, then patted Kaal on the shoulder. “We’re almost done. You did good too. You never moved.” Rigo glanced around the room, his eyes skipping over the body on the floor. “Doctor Rigas,” he called out. “It’s time for you to come back.”
I watched the giant change. His face lost its childlike expression. Throwing his shoulders back, he flexed and stretched the arms that had hung limp at his sides. Then the thick fingers he’d just used to squeeze the life out of a man delicately picked up a surgical instrument lying on the table.
“All I need to do is make one more incision... right here...” His voice had changed too, becoming crisp and confident. “Aaah. Got it!” He held up a bloody, wafer-thin square with a pair of forceps, so small it was hard to believe it capable of inflicting so much agony. “Now I’ll sew you back up. As soon as you’re feeling strong enough, you can get up off the table. You’re going to be hurting for a while. Probably have a helluva headache too. Are you sure you don’t want an injection for the pain?”
Kaal’s teeth were clenched, his face drawn and pale. I responded for him. “Thank you, Doctor Rigas,” I replied formally. “But Kaal was very firm in his decision not to take any medication that might affect his thought processes or his reflexes.”
Stunned, I watched Rigo’s thick fingers close the slit in Kaal’s neck with stitches so tiny I didn’t think I could have duplicated them. He laid down his instruments and stretched, relieving the tension in his shoulders.
Once he put them down, his arms sagged. His head drooped and his eyes drifted shut, as though keeping them open was too great an effort. He swayed unsteadily on his feet.
“Doctor Rigas, are you all right?”
His eyes opened. Looked around the room as though seeing it for the first time. Then he shook his head at me. “The doctor is gone,” he said sadly. “It’s too bad. I liked him. He was nice to me.”
I’d heard of people who developed multiple personalities. Used as a coping mechanism, the disorder was often triggered by abuse or some major adversity early in life. A way for the victim to retreat to a place of safety, even if only in his or her mind, and call upon someone else to deal with the traumatic event. Someone bigger, stronger, tougher. More capable.
There were documented cases where one personality spoke an entirely different language or could play a musical instrument the others couldn’t, but Rigo’s transformation was truly stunning. Had he once been a surgeon or did he learn his skill solely by watching others when he worked as a hospital orderly? Clearly at some point he’d been a child who witnessed his mother’s sexual abuse and was powerless to stop it. I wondered how many different people lived inside that hulking frame.
Kaal struggled to get up off the table. Rigo lifted him, setting him on his feet as easily as if he weighed no more than a babe.
“We’ve got to get going,” Kaal declared.
Rigo’s face fell.
“Thank you for everything you’ve done for us,” I said.
“I like you,” he replied. “You’re nice to me too. And you’re pretty, just like my mama.”
I thought of what his life would be like in the future. Starn was dead but the Federation would appoint another warden. And until he arrived, hardened criminals would be in charge of Zibaru. They’d likely target Rigo for abuse and ridicule. “Come with us,” I said impulsively. “We’ll take you away from here.”
“I can’t go with you. It’s not safe,” he said, shaking his head.
“Don’t be afraid. We won’t let anyone hurt you. We’ll keep you safe.”
“He hurt me.” Rigo delivered a vicious kick to Starn’s lifeless body. “But he didn’t make me what I am.” He gave me a smile that chilled my blood. “I didn’t mean safe for me. I meant safe for you—and all the other pretty ladies.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
Ree
“Dear gods! I’m afraid I was wrong about Rigo. I may have sent all of you to a serial killer and asked him to slice your necks open.”
We were gathered on the bridge of the cargo hauler. Hijacking the ship had gone according to plan. Thomas and Brynn and a handful of others had taken out the small squad of Starn’s men assigned to keep watch around the ship during unloading and loading. The guards were shocked when their wands didn’t subdue the attackers. Instead of fighting, the ones still on their feet ran off.
“It’s lucky none of us were pretty enough to appeal to him,” Brynn observed. “Although he did seem very interested in Thomas here.”
Thomas’s “fuck you” was drowned out by raucous laughter.
“We’ve got supplies enough to last a good while,” Eldon said. “On the way to the outpost we can stop at an uninhabited world long enough to strip off all the Federation insignia. Then we’ll be just another independent cargo hauler from some minor planet.”
“I’m impressed with your quick thinking,” I told him. “Having the androids go ahead and fill all the remaining storage bays with minerals from the mine will be a game-changer, Eldon.” Since he’d spent more time in the Insurrection than any of us, I’d asked him to take command of the ship.
He brushed off the compliment. “Any of ye would’ve done the same. We can sell the minerals at one of the trading posts on the outer fringes of the galaxy, some place where they don’t mind trafficking in what’s obviously stolen goods. They’ll fetch a good price.”
“That money will fund the Cause for a long time,” I replied.
Kaal came up behind me. “You’ve been Aria long enough,” he murmured in my ear. “It’s time to be my Ree again.”
I took his hand and he led me to the captain’s quarters. I hadn’t wanted to be treated any differently than the others, but Kaal said Eldon insisted. “Yer the only couple on board. It makes sense for you to have the largest cabin. Besides, ye’d be doin’ us a kindness,” he declared. “It’s far enough away from the rest of
us that we won’t hear all the squealin’ and moanin’ every night.”
I felt the heat rise to my face when Kaal repeated the conversation to me. I had a vague memory of the spectacle I’d provided on the platform.
“Was I really that loud?” I asked him.
“Only when I fucked you in the ass,” Kaal assured me.
“That’s because it was my first time.”
“Then this will be your second.” He gave me a look dark with hunger. “I’ve been patient long enough. Take off that cloak.”
The stern note in his voice sent a shiver of lust through me. I slipped the heavy cloak off my shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Naked, I stood before him. My protector. My best friend. My lover.
My master.
“I will have all of you tonight. Get on the bed. Put your wrists together over your head and spread your legs. If you move, I’ll punish you.”
A wicked thrill coursed through me as I imagined the spanking my defiance would bring. But that challenge could wait till another time. Tonight I wanted only to please him.
I lay down on the bed. He knelt between my legs, hooked my knees over his shoulders and buried his face between my thighs. I let out a strangled cry as his tongue lapped at my pussy.
“I have hungered for the taste of you,” he said, his voice rough.
I reached up and grabbed his head, not knowing whether to pull it away or hold it in place.
“Did I say you could move?” he growled. “Put your hands back above your head.”
My pussy spasmed and I did as he commanded, gripping one wrist with the fingers of my other hand.
“I told you I’d punish you if you moved. Spread your legs.”
The command surprised me. I expected him to order me to roll over or get on all fours and present my ass for a spanking. Instead he swatted my exposed pussy with the flat of his hand, catching my clit with his fingertips.
“Aaah! What are you doing?” I slammed my thighs together.
His eyes narrowed. “I said spread your legs. Wider.”
Nervously, I did as he ordered.
“As for what I’m doing, I’m spanking your pussy. But now I have to start over. If you move again, I’ll double the punishment.”
His hand came down swiftly, this time doling out five firm smacks one after another. I gasped in shock. It took all the willpower I had not to squirm away.
“That’s better. Are you ready for more?”
My clit was swollen and throbbing, my pussy dripping wet. “No, Master. I mean yes, Master,” I babbled, uncertain of the correct response. Though I didn’t want any more, the sharp smacks were creating a spicy sting. “If it would please you, Master.” I added, just to be safe.
He started spanking me again, this time pausing between swats to let the full effect of each one sink in. Now that I knew what to expect, I gave myself up to the experience. I found pussy spanking intensely erotic, blurring the line between pain and pleasure. My pussy spasmed each time his hand came down. Before long I was quivering all over, desperate to have him ram his cock into me.
“Please, Master, please fuck me. Fuck me now.”
“Are you going to do what you’re told?”
“Yes, I swear I will.”
He didn’t reply. Instead, he tested my obedience by taking my clit into his mouth.
I jerked convulsively, digging my fingernails into my palms to keep my hands locked in place above my head. He sucked on the tiny bud, swollen and stinging from his punishment, then flicked his tongue over it.
He kept up the sweet torment until I climaxed in shuddering waves. Despite my wordless cries, he didn’t stop until I came again.
“Now roll over,” he said, as I lay panting and quivering. “Get up on your knees and lay your head on your arms. I’m going to fuck you in the ass. And this time I’ll make it nice and slow.”
The words alone were almost enough to make me come again right then. Shakily, I got into position, readied myself for a stab of pain—then let out a shriek when I felt his tongue rimming my anus. Beyond shame, I spread my knees wider. He teased and tormented me, alternating his fingers and tongue, until I was ready to swoon.
“Oh please fuck my ass now just put it in me please please,” I begged.
He replaced his finger with something much thicker, much hotter, pressing against my tight rear entrance. I rocked back against him, frantic with need. “Yes that’s it yes give it to me more yes.”
Kaal dug his fingers into my hips and sank his cock into me. He forgot about taking it nice and slow, fucking my tight rear hole with a dark intensity. Each thrust drove deeper, penetrating me until I thought I couldn’t take any more. Then, when he slid back out, I ached to be filled again.
He swept me away into an ocean of lust. I let go, trusted him with my body and my soul. Knowing he would take me to an island of bliss.
His fingers tightened on my hips and his body tensed. He gave one last thrust, then roared. I felt his cock pulsing as his hot cum bathed my inner walls in rhythmic spurts.
His orgasm triggered my own and I exploded, pussy and ass convulsing.
Kaal rolled onto his side, taking me with him as I knew he would, with his cock still lodged inside me, semi-erect.
“You are mine now, sweet Ree,” he whispered in my ear, “and I am yours. Forever.”
Epilogue
Kaal
I joined the rebel forces.
Though I missed my family and the simple life back home, it was what my honor as a warrior demanded. After all I’d learned about the evils of the Federation, all the sacrifices others had made, I couldn’t walk away and turn my back on the Cause.
There was a more compelling reason. I hadn’t fallen in love with a timid, weak female content to kneel at my feet. My mate was Aria DiMello. A valiant warrior in her own right, descendant of great scholars and mighty rulers. The tales of her defiance at Zibaru had spread throughout the galaxy and with her father gone, she’d taken her rightful place. Not only as the symbol, but as the leader of the Insurrection.
Her honor was at stake as well. I knew she’d never quit fighting until the enemy was defeated—and I would never leave her.
A year after we escaped from Zibaru, we finally tracked Nye down. He may not have wielded the weapons, but he was responsible for the imprisonment and death of so many rebels, including Harald and Andreu. Though it terrified me to do it, I let her take him down alone. As one warrior to another, I understood her need to avenge the deaths of those she loved.
* * *
One day, I’d take my mate home to Rylos. Teach her the joy of sitting peacefully for hours, enjoying the sights and sounds of nature while we fished for our dinner. Sit with her around a campfire in the dark, sharing stories of our adventures among the stars with the young ones in my tribe.
One day, when the great Aria DiMello fulfilled her destiny, she’d disappear into legend—and then I’d have my sweet Ree by my side all the time.
For now, it was enough to hold her in my arms every night.
The End
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