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and she clutched desperately at the solid strength of the prisoner, feeling safer pressed against his skin
than with someone of her own kind. Her false haven lasted only a moment before the private laid his
hands on her again, pul ing her back to his side, his hand fisting itself once again in her tresses.
“Let the female go,” the cyborg stated in a soft growl.
“Why the fuck would I do that? Ain’t no cameras in here to see. The bosses are too scared you’l use
them to hijack the network.”
“I’l tel the commander if you don’t stop right now,” she stated, fear making her voice come out high
and reedy.
The soldier wound his fist tighter, and tears sprang to her eyes at the sharp pain. “If you so much as
breathe a word to anyone, I’l kil you, bitch. Do you hear me? I’l beat your useless body to death, and
I’l blame the cyborg. How does that sound?” The menace in his tone left no doubt he meant what he
said.
“You’re insane. You won’t get away with this.”
“I might be a little nuts, but that’s not my fault. Blame the fuckers in charge. I begged them to let me go
home for a bit. I was out on patrol for five years in the outer reaches. Five fucking years with only
myself and a pair of pimply-faced recruits for company. Crying mamas boys whose scrawny buttocks
were no comparison to the pleasure of a cunt.” He used his free hand to snake around her front and
cup her mound. The knot in her stomach tightened, and she couldn’t help a whimper from escaping.
“Let the female go.” The cyborg again spoke in a low tone, but one threaded with menace. She
appreciated his attempt, but what could he do, chained as he was?
“I’l let the slut go when I’m good and done. And you should be thanking me, robot, because it seems
like the whore here likes herself some droid dick. Being a kind man, I’m going to let her have some
while she sucks me off. Just thinking of her bent over taking some cock while I gag her with my
own…” The soldier ground himself against her ass, and she shuddered in revulsion.
How can I escape? No one would hear her if she screamed. No one would probably come to her aide
even if they did. The soldier was right.
The ones in charge were bastards. Most of the men in the instal ation were starved for
companionship. It was a wonder she’d escaped their attentions this long. Or had she? For a brief
moment, a vision of the commander, shirtless and flushed, came to mind, quickly wiped away as the
private, stil gripping her hair, ordered her to get on her knees.
Unable to escape the punishing fist wrapped in her hair, she couldn’t stop herself from fal ing to the
floor when the soldier pushed her. She didn’t even try to halt her hiccupping sobs as the insane
private pressed her face against his groin, the rough fabric not completely hiding the feel of his
erection.
“Undo my pants, bitch. Have yourself a taste of a real man.” The soldier’s chuckle just amplified her
terror. She pushed at his thighs, trying to move away, trying to escape the current horror, but for her
struggles, she received a cuff to the side of her head that made her ears ring.
And then she heard a more chil ing sound than that of a zipper being drawn down. She heard the groan
of metal bending, fol owed by a sharp crack.
She didn’t need eyes in the back of her head to know the cyborg had just gotten loose. What did
surprise her was her elation at the knowledge. I think I’ve finally lost my mind. And with the
prisoner loose, probably her life too.
*
He would never have admitted it aloud, but Joe looked forward to Chloe’s next visit. Anticipation, an
unheard of emotion for a cyborg with infinite patience.
When he heard her arrive, her soft steps memorized and catalogued by his BCI, he immediately paid
attention. He mental y stored the sight of her with her hair, long and loose, around her shoulders, an
anomaly among the usual y strictly coiffed military personnel. Her usual white jumpsuit hugged her
curves, curves he explored in his mind but longed to touch in person. He noticed her inattention as she
strol ed, a lack of awareness that al owed her to get caught by the leering soldier left to guard him.
The look of fear in her eyes as she struggled against the stronger male lit a fire in Joe, igniting a fury
almost as great as the one he’d felt when faced with the order to end his life. How dare the human lay
hands on her? How dare that imperfect creature think to harm her? Gritting his jaw, Joe forced
himself to remain stil and bide his time, analyzing the situation and the possible outcomes.
The stupid soldier, obviously deranged from his time in space, or from a genetic defect, deactivated
the electricity running through the bars of Joe’s cage. Then the idiot opened the door — an act that
doomed him like none other — and threw the female in ahead of him.
Chloe hit his chest, but instead of bouncing back or attempting to flee, she clung to him as if she
trusted him to save her. Her curvy body trembled against his, an outward sign of her fear, and Joe
discovered he real y didn’t like seeing her in the grips of that particular emotion. Nor did he like the
fact the gloating soldier before him laid hands on what Joe had already mental y claimed as his own.
Rage boiled inside him as the human dared to threaten and then shove a sobbing Chloe to her knees.
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