“A man we can trust,” Collette corrected. “Once inside he becomes dangerous. Know anybody we can trust?”
“You, perhaps?” the baron asked softly.
Sensing danger, Collette switched tactics and laughed while undoing her blouse, then her bra. “I’m of much greater service here, my lord.”
Amused, Sheffield watched as she fondled her breasts, the nipples hardening almost immediately.
“Two men,” he corrected. “A slave to do the work, and an executioner in case he succeeds.”
“Very wise, my lord,” Collette whispered, undoing her gun belt and easing it onto the table. Her pants slid to the floor, and she was wearing nothing underneath.
“Just a gaudy slut at heart.” He chuckled, unzipping his trousers. “I should bring some slave girl in and make you do her. I know you hate that. But you’d do it anyway for me. Wouldn’t you, dear?”
Standing quietly in the corner, two young women waited for the commands to join the baron and his lover. One was pale and trembling, a virgin to sex of any kind. The other was swarthy and silently wept, knowing that any sound would mean a whipping.
“Yes, it is vile. Disgusting,” the naked woman whispered hoarsely, gently fingering herself. “But ask and I’ll do it. Anything you wish.”
Drawing his handcannon, Sheffield placed it on a nearby table and motioned her closer. “Then come here, bitch,” he growled deep in his throat, spreading both knees wide. “Crawl to me and beg for it!”
Dropping to the floor, the sec chief submissively approached her baron, licking her lips. Her long blond hair hid most of her face, but her eyes stared hungrily from amid the golden cascade, and she growled.
Sheffield watched as she knelt before the throne and took him fully into her mouth, lips and tongue striving to please him, spittle dribbling onto his pants as she mouthed his rock-hard cock. Soon he was breathing hard, his hips bucking, driving the flesh harder into her mouth.
“Oh no, not yet, woman,” he said, pushing her away. Standing, he removed the rest of his clothing. “I have something else in mind for today.”
“Do it,” she begged from the floor, wiping her wet mouth with the back of a hand. “Don’t ask, just do it!”
In blind lust, the baron lifted her off the floor by a breast, squeezing hard to make her whimper. Collette moaned in agony and raked her nails across his chest and along his throbbing manhood, tracing along the shaft until he cried out.
“Bitch!” he yelled, slapping her across the face. “Please, no,” Collette whimpered, knowing that was what he liked to hear.
Laughing, the baron grabbed her by the throat and squeezed until she thought he was really going to kill her. Panic struck, and she tried to escape, but it was hopeless now. He was much stronger and driven mad with lust.
Slapping her again, Sheffield simply shoved himself painfully deep inside her and started to thrust. Collette could only make inarticulate noises as he brutally assaulted her. And she knew there was worse coming. Much worse.
When Collette was baron someday, all of the men in her ville would be in chains and neutered, no, castrated, both cock and balls removed, sexless animals used only to draw water, pull plows and be used as target practice. Horrid filthy things, they should all die in screaming agony.
“Yes, more, please!” she begged, rolling her wide hips to engulf him completely.
“Stop trying to escape! You there, come hold her still!” Sheffield shouted at the slaves.
Instantly, the girls rushed forward to assist the baron. Each grabbed an arm and held Collette to the table.
Sheffield could barely speak, sex with Collette was so good it actually hurt sometimes. He grunted and squeezed her hips, pounding harder, sweat dripping onto her chest. The two hearts pounded in his chest, and he wondered if this was why they got along so well.
A soft explosion sounded from outside the armory, somewhere to the west.
“My lord?” one of the slaves asked, her eyes wide in terror.
“Just a land mine,” he grunted, blurring the words. “Another mutie must have exploded.”
“Soon,” Collette agreed in a throaty whisper, thrusting hard, then shouting at the top of her lungs. “Oh, yes! Soon, my lord, soon!”