There was uproar around the other side of the table. Disbelief and outrage. People clinging to hope through everything. He’d seen it many times, on many worlds. The humans exploded with comments of lies and deceit having been spoken. Burn did not take offence. In their position, the Cyborgs had done the same. It wasn’t logical and a rude awaking. Things that had always been considered true, now, had no foundation.

  Edward shouted for quiet. The people around him simmered down. He turned back to Burn. “Can you prove any of this?”

  Burn nodded. “Zenn, project all creation files.” A small device was put on the table facing a blank wall. Suddenly it came alive with light and files started to flash across the screen at intervals. The Admirals instruction had been clear. Complete openness.

  They would be here a while… Burn thought. There was a lot of data to get through and they were only human.

  ***

  They’d stayed over night half way through the Wilds. The Cyborgs never leaving her side, shadowing her every move. They’d powered their way across half the ground with ease. Giving her privacy to sleep and take leave of herself but she had the feeling they were just outside the door having rejected a second room as needed. At first, she’d worried they’d expected to spend the night with her but that hadn’t happened and as soon as she’d stirred the next morning, they were there at the door with refreshments and food. The people hadn’t forgotten who had helped them.

  Angel worried about that. Bertl would get to hear of it and she told them so. He wouldn’t be happy. They’d simply told her he wasn’t a concern. Angel looked at their size and weapons and thought, he probably wasn’t not to them. Then packed up and got back into her boat and rowed on for dry land out of the Wilds. Far quicker than her little boat was used to.

  ***

  For several days, Burn and his men travelled back and forth from the ship to the community and sat through the data displays updating the leaders of this world. They then held Q & A on each presentation and by day three, it was clear that the people around the table now understood.

  This was real. Earth Corp wouldn’t be coming. They were gone. Too busy fighting legal challenges through the Intergalactic Courts of Justice. They’d discussed that at some length, their world had a claim against Earth Corp as other’s had. It was their choice if they wanted to do that or not. It was a decision for them, but they would be getting a visit from the Protectorate, the Admiral had insisted. Someone who could support them through the Courts if they chose to take that route.

  By the end, he and his men had been thanked for the information and they’d asked for some time. Burn understood this. His logic told him it was a lot for humans to understand and in return, he and his men had been given the freedom of the town. They left the meeting room and Burn dispersed his men. He had some investigating of his own to do.

  ***

  Angel couldn’t believe how fast they had got back. Both men had rowed like machines. She docked the boat and tied it up. Thanked the owner for its use and paid handsomely for it. He’d been a bit surprised on seeing her cargo. Angel had tried not to smile at his shock and headed inland towards the main community with her two Cyborgs in tow. It had taken them just over half a day to get there. She was reminded of how amazing fast you could go in a straight line with two heavy power lifters if you knew where you were going.

  Glad to see it once more Angel headed right to the old communications hub. She nodded to several people she knew on the way but tried to keep to the shadows as much as possible. She didn’t want to be delayed, these men had been delayed enough and she didn’t want to draw any more attention than she had to. There would be no hiding these guys. They were broader and taller than anyone on their world and she got several speculative looks as they passed. The women in particular suddenly stood taller and brushed at their clothing and hair. Angel looked at the two men with her, the two Cyborgs. They were good looking, no doubt about that and she could imagine they had plenty to offer a woman.

  She just didn’t feel a particular draw to these two. It felt brotherly not sexual. She found neither one attractive, in that way. But clearly most of the other women did. As they moved more into the community, women started to stop and stare. Some openly stepped into their path and exploited their assets. Angel got uncomfortable. They were openly ogling, and offering themselves, offering to pay. Strangers might not like this and it was just damn rude! They didn’t know their ways.

  Angel casually kept an eye on them as they moved passed the women. Their faces were neutral, and they declined politely and kept going. Not once did the Cyborgs react. In fact, they paid little attention to it, moving passed the women and ignoring them but her body responded to her own needs. She wasn’t averse to engaging in some heated play, she thought. And decided it had been way too long since she’d got laid.

  As they passed the women, she felt the need to say something. “I’m sorry about that. That was rude. On our world, if you are interested in someone sexually you make them aware of it.”

  D838 turned his head to look at her. “We service females when ordered to. That is not today.”

  Angel suddenly had images of these huge men, getting it on with the women of this world. Her mouth got dry. We service females…. Rolled around in her mind. That would be one hell of a ride …..All that muscle…….. And try as she might, the rest of the journey was full of those images.

  “Finally,” she whispered on seeing the entrance up ahead. The door was jammed with little use. She put some of that unwanted energy into pushing against it and found herself lifted free of the door and her two Cyborgs deal with it with ease.

  The door swung open and she moved down the stair case switching on the lights. As she got to the bottom, the room opened out with a corridor and several rooms off it. It was the old tunnel first founded and the equipment was never moved out of it. For safety reasons at first, then as time when on, there seemed no point. A few tables and chairs littered the spaces in the rooms they passed and the communications were in the one at the end. Heading for it, she found that no one had been there since her last time and she wasn’t surprised. Tools were exactly where she’d left them. She instinctively checked over the equipment and found it all working. Then stood back.

  “Well.” She told them. “that’s it. It’s broken down many times in my lifetime and before me, my Dad kept it going but I don’t know what you can do with it, and it’s not much but it does provide some limited communications mainly for the Overlord. This,” she patted the old wrapped hard drive on the table, “is the computer data hub, the displays don’t work any longer and I have no idea how much use it’s going to be to you.” She sighed. The equipment was ancient.

  “This is perfect.” D838 told her. “Thank you for keeping it going. It will take us several hours to try and make this work. We will need to annex it with our own data and bridge a link to our storage capacity and locate boosting communications.”

  Angel nodded understanding most of what he was telling her. “Well good luck with that. We don’t have planetary communications like I said, so I don’t know how you will get a message off this world.”

  “We will try until we cannot function any longer.” The other Cyborg told her.

  Angel stared at him and frowned. “Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that ok. No one needs to stop functioning. I’ll be back in a few hours with nourishment. If anyone comes, you work for me and are trying to boost our communication. I’m known as Zhitech here.”

  They both turned away from her, opening their bag and started cleaning and removing protective layers on the equipment. She guessed that was it then. Turning, she headed back upstairs. She needed a drink, a shower and to get laid.

  ***

  Burn entered the bar and took in the patrons. Scanning the room, he found nothing he hadn’t seen before. People living a hard life, making the best of it. Moving through the tables he headed for the bartender. The place was busy, lively. The booze flowed, and the girls were pretty. He could also hear the sex going on in several rooms behind the bar. It appeared to be consensual, so he ordered something, rather than start banging down doors. It was universally known, if you wanted the good stuff you asked for top shelf not really knowing if it was good or not but that’s what he got and he slung it back.

  He felt the burn as it rolled over his tongue and down his throat. He liked it. “Give me three more.” And threw several credits on the counter and the bartender filled three more glasses. Taking the money, he headed off to deal with someone else. Burn guessed he’d paid him enough.

  Taking a stool, knocked back another shot back and scanned the people around him. The nano’s would take care of the alcohol but for a short time, he’d get to feel it. The hit warming him, he closed his eyes to enjoy the feeling. His sensors on complete alert for any danger.

  He sensed the female come into the bar the moment she did. The air stirred and people moved. She was respected and he could scent her delicate notes Burn opened his eyes. She headed through the throng of people and straight for the bar and him. Her determined gait making short work of anyone getting in her way. She reached his side picking up one of his shots, she threw it back and slammed the glass down. Then looked up at him. “Yours?” she queried.

  He gave a nod and scented the air around her. Her scent rolled across his tongue more delicious than the alcohol. His body stirred, and his cock hardened and stood up to attention. The female was the complete package. He took in every detail of her and looked on surprised at his body’s reaction and her. She threw back his other drink and her eyes locked on his bulge. That made him harder. His analysis told him her heritage was likely an unusual blend of Old Earth DNA. Asian and Western. He watched her call over the bartender. “Rental now, top shelf bottle to go with it.” The bartender handed her the bottle and a chit. She threw credits down and grabbed the bottle and his arm, pulling him to his feet. Burn let her, amused at her tenacity.

  “You just got lucky big guy, I need to get laid and you’ll do. Right now.”

  Chapter Four

  Curious, he followed her through to the back while she led him into a corridor. His data supplied that there were 18 doors in the long corridor. The female walked passed several of them, his hearing allowing him to hear exactly what was going on behind those doors.

  Burn looked again at the back of the female as she strode ahead of him. There appeared to be no doubt what she wanted. His body hardened more as he breathed in her scent and ……. Desire.

  She stopped, engaged the key and the door opened. She walked in and started stripping. Burn closed the door behind him, not willing for others to see her naked. He could tell by the scents in the room, that someone had left it less than 10 minutes before at its deterioration. It was mixed with cleaning materials. The maid or cleaner. The bed was freshly made. Everything appeared to have a place. A set of towels were on the side.

  The female chugged back several gulps of the alcohol as she removed the last of her clothes. From his vantage point he had no doubt she was beautiful woman. Maybe not everyone’s perfection but she was his. She put the bottle down before walking into the bathroom, turning on the shower and stepped under the spray.

  Curiously he watched as she raised her arms to sweep back her hair, the water cascading down her naked body. Rolling down all those curves and watched, as the water ran from her upturned nipples. She turned her head slowly towards him soaping up. “Get in, I’m not fucking anyone who isn’t clean.” Burn walked to the bottle and drank.

  Then cracked a smile after several quick pulls. She was a female who knew what she wanted. “We do not carry diseases female. I am clean.”

  “Good to know, now get your clothes off and get in here or get me someone who will.” Her stare was determined. He had no doubt she meant every word. The thought of any other male touching her, suddenly elevated all his levels. He knew what those readings meant, he didn’t like that idea much. Burn stooped and undid his boots then pulled them off. Grabbed the hem of his T and pulled it over his head. He noticed her watching him and saw the moment she saw his scars.

  He watched her look along his body but couldn’t read her thoughts. Suddenly that was all he wanted to know. “Still want this?” he asked her.

  He had one hell of a body, thought Angel stuck on the visual. Her own, already riding the pleasure he was about to give her. His cock so hard, she could see it trying to get free of his waist band. Was the eye looking for her? Her eyes flicked to his eyes. He’d asked her a question. Angel focused. “Why? because of the scars?” she asked.

  He gave her a sharp nod. It didn’t seem right that a man so big and all-consuming would be unsure because of his scars. That was all wrong. Angel turned and hit the button to stop the shower.

  Burn felt instant disappointment, she’d rejected him. Then walked dripping from the shower back towards him into the room and stood before him, her eyes never leaving his. Her hands went to this waistband and to his surprise, undid the button then pulled the fly apart. He sprung free and she stroked him. “Why would I not want this?” she asked him. “Sit on the chair we’ve wasted enough time,” she told him letting him go, dragging the chair over placing it under the backs of his legs. Then yanked down his combats. “Sit.” He did, he was unable to deny her.

  She placed a hand on his shoulder and cocked her leg over his, Burn struggled with how magnificent she looked in all her naked glory. But she wasn’t going to make it on her own. Burn placed his hands on her rapidly drying body and lifted her up over him and held her there. “You need to be ready, prepared,” he told her.

  The female laughed reaching down for him, he’d never heard anything so wonderful. “Bragging much?” she asked, he frowned at her face as she stroked him.

  He started to swell under her hand, growing larger, her eyes looked up at him in shocked surprise. He could smell her heightened desire, she wanted this. Burn grinned. “Truth female.”

  Indecision crossed her face and in that split-second Burn knew he needed to do something or possibly loose her. “Brace your knees on my legs.” It sounded gruffer than he’d intended, overcome with the thought that he might lose her. She bent her legs and he placed her gently on his. Cupping her breast, he ran his thumb across the nipple and saw her focus on him. He circled it then ran his thumb back and forth.

  He watched her face taking in all her reactions, saw her body heat, the blush that crested her chest, neck and face and sensed her vulnerability in that moment. She was no longer in control and unsure. His other hand ran up the inside of her thigh, he parted her and pushed two fingers in. The female held on to him and stilled as he penetrated her. Finding her clit, he circled it and gently pushed in and out of her. The heat of her body surrounding him, the scent of her desire filling the air. As soon as she relaxed, he pumped harder and faster. Her breathing soon became laboured, her need took over her anxiety and she started to move with him. He saw the moment she took control again and enjoyed the sensations flooding her. Her fingers biting into his flesh.

  The size of his cock forgotten, she started to ride his hand. Burn grabbed both her thighs holding her up and open, his cock standing to attention waiting, wanting, desiring what the female was offering him. Burn realised in that moment, the female may have prompted this action, but he wanted it as much as she did. He lowered her until he felt his cock at her entrance. “You want this female? Be sure.” He demanded. He would give her the choice, something he’d never had. He’d been bought and sold and ordered to fuck in the past but not today. Today was a gift.

  Her eyes were glazed with need and she rubbed up against him as she tried to ride him. He could have taken that as assent, but he wouldn’t. He placed his forehead gently on hers breathing her in. “Female, I need the words,” he told her kissing along her cheek to her ear and sucked in the lobe, nipping it. She needed something to focus.

  “Aww… Yesss.” He lowered her onto him in one fast movement. Her nails digging into his shoulders. “Stop, need a minute. Fuck that’s big,” she panted then looked up at him. Her eyes clear as if seeing him for the first time. He held her eyes as he lifted her up again and pulled her back onto him in quick succession, desire quickly crept back into her face.

  “Better?” he asked. She nodded and blew out a breath. “Good, because once I’m embedded in you to the hilt,” he told her, “I’m going to fuck you all night.” He pulled her down on him harder. He watched as she bit her lip to stop from crying out as he stretched her. Lifting her one last time, he rammed up into her as he pulled her down fully. Her eyes flared as she gripped him harder. He could feel everything and had never felt such pleasure.

  “Fuck.” She told him breathlessly.

  Burn grinned, “We do not lie female. A lesson well learnt this day. Now, the fucking begins.” And she started to ride him. Burn encouraged her on with his hands. Her scent flooded the room surrounding them. He breathed her in enjoying the feel of his cock buried in a female, a female he wanted to be in. The pull of her muscles along his cock. Rippling the length of it. The pure delight of her internal warmth surrounding him, her muscles riding along his cock. He could feel her climax building. “Yes female, ride me faster, I feel your need rising.”

 

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