Mildred couldn’t imagine she’d still be here picking fruit in a few days’ time, but if she promised this man, maybe the word would get around and the others might not be inclined to proposition her. “Sure,” she said. “When I’m ready, I’ll let you know.”
The blonde smiled. “My name’s Eric. I’m one of the best rutters on the farm.”
“I’m Mildred,” she said, admiring his physique. “And I bet you are at that.”
Eric left her then, returning to work.
The women working the nearby trees eyed her warily. “Maybe the men won’t be the only ones I’ll have to worry about here,” she muttered under her breath.
“THIS WAY!” The sec man pointed down a long, wide hallway that had several doors and ended at another corridor. When Krysty hesitated, he gave her a hard push from behind that nearly sent her sprawling.
She regained her balance and continued slowly, familiarizing herself with her surroundings so she wouldn’t lose her bearings in what seemed like a maze of doors and hallways. The rough treatment aside, the sec men seemed a little too casual about guarding her, slinging their longblasters over their shoulders instead of keeping them trained on her. Krysty considered spinning, slamming the heel of her hand into the nose of the one behind her and taking his blaster, but she doubted she’d be able to do much after that. Even if she could chill the sec man in front of her before he chilled her, she had no idea where she was in the building, and she’d need an escape route.
“Second door on the left is your room,” the sec man behind her said.
The first sec man opened the door for her, then stepped back to let her enter the room.
There was a bed at the far end, and a large window covered by steel bars overlooked the common area in front of the main building. Closer to the door were two large, comfortable looking chairs and several pieces of furniture with doors and shelves that could be used for storage.
The sec man who’d been behind her followed her into the room and switched on the lights. Krysty was startled for a moment by the light from the electric bulb, but retained her composure.
“There’s running water, too,” the sec man said. Running water and a hot bath would be nice, Krysty thought. She was on her way to the bathroom to try the faucets there when she heard the door close behind her.
And the lock snicked into place. She spun on her heel to find the sec man standing in front of the door, a grin on his face. “What do you want?” Krysty asked. “There’s two kinds of breeders on Fox Farm,” he began. “Smarts and stupes.”
“Is that right?”
The sec man nodded. “The stupes put up a fight and wind up in the basement for nine months chained to the wall.”
“And the smart ones?”
“They rut with anyone who wants to, sec men especially.” He unslung his longblaster and pointed it at Krysty.
“Sec men like you?” Krysty asked.
“I knew you were a smart one,” the sec man said, replacing the longblaster on his shoulder.
“What do you want me to do?”
“You can suck my cock for a start,” he said. “My friend’s, too.”
“Sure.” Krysty better understood the predark theory now. If she cooperated with the sec man, he’d put himself in a vulnerable position. Already the man had his blaster over his shoulder instead of in his hands and pointed at her head.
“Well, all right.”
She walked to the bed, sat on the edge and beckoned him with a curl of her right index finger. The sec man joined her, undoing his belt, which held a hunting knife and several boxes of ammo, and unbuttoning his pants.
“Let me see it,” Krysty ordered, feigning breathlessness.
Without hesitation the man let his pants fall, allowing his erection to bob and waver in front of her like a flagpole in the wind.
“Do you like it, bitch?”
“Uh-huh,” Krysty answered.
She reached out with her hands, taking hold of his cock with her left hand and hefting his scrotum in her right. “What’s my reward for doing this?” she asked.