Her aim was perfect.
Her plan was not.
Rona’s foot connected with what felt like a pair of solid concrete balls, and she yelped as a spark of pain leapt up her leg.
“Ow!” she cried. “Fuck!”
Aeron, on the other hand, seemed completely unfazed by her kick. He nodded to his companions, who were still holding her by the arms.
“Stand her up,” he said.
Rona’s heart lurched into her throat as the Mercs lifted her to her feet. Once she was upright, Aeron grabbed her jacket and pulled her body tightly against his own. Rona felt something long and hard pressing against her through the front of the Merc’s pants. She was pretty sure it wasn’t a concealed weapon.
“Let me go!” she shouted.
She tried to pull away again, but Aeron clamped his left hand over her butt, pinning her against him. His other hand came up to her face. If her hair had been longer, he might have pulled it. Instead, he just cradled her chin and tilted her face upward until she was looking him in the eye. When he spoke, she could feel his voice rumbling straight out of his body and into hers.
“Listen woman, and listen well. Until this mission is over, you are my property to do with as I wish. I’m going to breed you, hard and often. If you behave yourself, that breeding will be done in private. If not, I’ll drag you back inside that buildingand breed you in front of the whole damn village. Then I’ll let Murdok and Zeth both have a turn. Do you want that?”
Rona had no doubt that he was ready to make good on his threat. She could feel the hard length of his arousal pressing into her. She could feel itsheat.
Rona shook her head.
“That’s what I thought.” Aeron shoved her back a step. “Zeth, you’d better carry her the rest of the way, just in case.”
A massive pair of hands encircled Rona’s waist and yanked her off the ground. The next thing she knew, she was flung over the shoulder of one of the hooded Mercs. He held her in place with a hand clamped firmly on her butt. She was reminded of earlier, when the miner in the Common Hall grabbed her there, but this time there was no revulsion, only a sudden surge of heat and arousal that only got worse when the Merc’s huge fingers slipped between her thighs, stroking the most sensitive part of her anatomy.
At least he was wearing gloves, so he couldn’t feel how wet she was down there.
Sweat, Rona told herself.Only sweat.
But she knew damn well that wasn’t true, and it gave her all the more reason to flee from these beasts who had claimed her.
How though?
She needed to think fast. They were already approaching the edge of the village. She was facing backwards over the man named Zeth’s shoulder, but when she twisted around to lookbehind her, she saw that the starship was already looming ahead of them in the darkness.
Aeron tapped a device on his wrist, and the ship suddenly came alive. The engines hummed as they powered up. Floodlights snapped on. A boarding ramp started to descend from the vessel’s underbelly, offering a glimpse of the brightly lit interior.
Once they were up that ramp, there would be zero chance of escape. Rona couldn’t let that happen. She couldn’t allow herself to be dominated by these three brutal men.
It’s now or never, she thought.
Still bent over Zeth’s shoulder, Rona twisted her upper body and delved her hand inside her open jacket. Her fingers curled around the handle of the knife and drew it. The blade gleamed in the shiplights.
“Let. Me.Go!”
She drove the knife down with all her might, aiming it at the meat of Zeth’s arm, where his vest left it exposed.
Pok.
The knife tip penetrated Zeth’s skin by a mere fraction of a millimeter, thenstopped. The Merc grunted softly, the sort of sound a man might make when he’d been bitten by a bug.
What the hell?
With a snarl of rage and desperation, Rona lifted the knife and brought it down again in a series of hard, quick stabs.
Pok—Pok—Pok—Tnk!
