EXCERPT Kera and Emily sprawled on the rock, clutching their oars. Kera peeked
over the ledge to see the cowboys below them. One of the men dismounted, and he
knelt on one knee, tracing something with his finger.
“They found our footprints,” Kera whispered. “Grab your oar and move
back. Don’t let them see you.” Kera clutched an oar and the backpack. Emily
had the seat canvas satchel on her back and held her oar awkwardly in both
hands. Kera prayed that Emily would not have an attack of klutzy hit her. As
soon as the thought hit her, she hissed, “Emmy, you’re too close to the
edge.”
Emily was crawling backwards, trying to keep the wobbling oar from
skidding on the rock. The next thing she knew, her right leg was in mid-air.
She teetered precariously for a moment and let go of her paddle, trying to hold
onto the rock. Kera reached to grab her hand, just before Emily slipped down
the side of the ten-foot cliff. She landed with a soft thud in the sand, and
slowly looked up. Oh, shoot.
Conner saw the blonde topple to the ground and he sprang to his feet,
drawing his pistol before he remembered it would not fire. “Shit, Quinn.
They’re attacking.” He grabbed his rope from his saddle and ran to her. Conner
reached down, gripped her hair, and pulled her to her feet. He stared at her
face. She was so sweet looking, with her big scared blue eyes and golden curls.
Definite nine hundred. They finally managed to make one look innocent.
“Ow, let me go.” Emily tried to punch and kick him, but he held her at
arm’s length and she could not reach him.
“Get the bitch tied… and don’t forget about the fuckin’ teeth,” Quinn
reminded him. He slid his coiled rope over his arm. “I’m going to search the
cliff for the other whore.”
“No need, cowboy,” Kera said from behind him. Outside, she looked calm.
Inside, her stomach was churning while she watched one of the men tie Emily’s
hands behind her back.
The droid swung the oar full force, and Quinn barely had time to grab it.
The whore still managed to yank it free, and she spread her legs and pulled the
oar back for another swing. “Fuck, Conner. They’ve kept the strength and
speed.” Quinn barreled into her, deflecting the strike off his back, pushing
her over and landing on top of her. Apparently, he knocked her sensors off,
because she looked up at him, dazed.
Kera had the wind knocked out of her. The man rolled her over and had
her hands tied behind her while she was still trying to catch her breath. A
fist gripped her braid and stretched her head back. The cowboy’s kerchief
covered her gasping mouth and was tied behind her head. Kera kicked out at him,
and he laughed.
“Shit, Conner. This one’s got her receptors stuck on attack.” At least
she isn’t stuck on fuckin’ two hundred. Quinn looked at her flashing green eyes
and studied them for signs of the red glow. Damn, the nine hundreds are good.
She really looks pissed off.
Conner had his little prize bound and gagged. She was shaking and
staring up at him. “Mine’s not attacking. She’s fuckin’ crying.” He turned to
Quinn. “Can a droid do that?”
Quinn shrugged. “The Makers got the pussy juice and pheromones jacked.
If they had them programmed to us, they might know you like that ‘damsel in
distress’ shit.” He gave a rare grin. “Good news is that if she can produce
synthetic tears, we might not need the lube.”
“Damn, Quinn. These whores are good. We better strap them down tight to
the stershons. If they take off running, we might lose them. I don’t know what
the hell enhancements they can work around the wasteland.” The whore’s blue
eyes were not showing any red, and her fingers had not skinned to talons.
Conner looked at the leaking eyes and shook his head.
Quinn hauled his whore to her feet and watched her nostrils flaring as if
she was really sucking in breath. His eyes dropped to her chest and he watched
her breasts expand and deflate. Her hard nipples were seducing him through the
tight shirt, begging to be squeezed. He broke his gaze just in time to grab one
of the droid’s flying legs, and she landed on her ass. Quinn kept hold of the
ankle and ran his other hand up and down the soft skin covering. Damn, it even
feels warm.
Conner had no trouble lifting his whore and tossing her onto his horse.
He tied her ankles together and knotted them to the belly strap of the saddle.
It took both of them to lift Quinn’s droid. She was still stuck in attack mode.
“She’ll probably shut down like mine did in a few minutes.”
“Grab those fuckin’ packs they had. Maybe one of them lists the specs or
programming,” Quinn suggested. He really would like to know exactly what the
fuck he was dealing with.
Conner picked up a small blue sack, and Quinn grabbed the one his droid
had been holding. “There’s water in this one. Fuckin’ Reyes must have known
his stershons might freeze and it would take time to get here. He stocked the
whore with water so he wouldn’t have to carry it.” Quinn chuckled. “He’s going
to be pissed that his whores are gone… and mighty fuckin’ thirsty.” Quinn
pulled two empty bottles out of the pack and frowned.
Conner was squatting and studying two small cards he had retrieved from
pouches in the satchel. “I’ve got specs of some sort. It looks like New
Kingdom had the Makers try to scramble them. They were both made in the factory
codenamed ‘Florida’. The tall droid was made by a Maker named Taylor. Her
model name is Kera, with a long ass registration number.” Conner stroked his
mustache, concentrating on the strange spec cards. It took him a minute to
figure out part of what the DOB stood for. “They use numbers of date of binding
for their skin and the color code.”
His face paled slightly, and he glanced at the blonde’s registration.
“The little one was made six months later. The Maker was Stanford and she’s a
model Emily. Same factory, but, Quinn, they both expire on the anniversary of
their binding date.”
Quinn held out his hand and he studied the Kera’s specs. “Why the fuck
would Reyes waste money on a nine hundred, and have her self-destruct so soon?
He could get a fortune for them on the second market, even if they’re fucked up
when his enhancements are removed.” Quinn thought for a moment and remembered
something. He walked over to the Kera and reached between the horse and her
torso, pressing her stomach. “It’s empty. They saved draining from the
wasteland by making them without coin boxes.”
Conner looked at the Emily registration, nodding. “Of course. No mouth
sensors for counterfeit coin, no box or security features… it would save enough
energy to slide it into attack mode. And without a way to collect on their
pussy, they’d be worthless on the second market. Shit, Quinn.” Conner stared
at the Emily. “These were made specifically to catch us.”
Quinn ran his finger over the picture of the Kera model. “Reyes would
have saved money on them. The Makers were in the same factory, so they could
have designed the skeleton and wiring together.”
“Quinn, if Reyes figured they were going to attack and win here… he did
leave the water, anticipating that outcome… fuck. They might not have any
seductive programming,” Conner said.
“A five,” Quinn announced. “We decided they were at least a five
hundred.” Conner stared at him. “Oh, for fuck’s sake, Conner. They gotta’ be
at least a two. They laid down on the rocks to be fucked.”
“Maybe it was attack. Hell, Quinn. They might not even have fuckin’
pussies. Why would Reyes waste the money on it? With all the cutback on
receptors, if they only used the skin and basics, no wonder they’re so strong
out here.”
Quinn rose and walked back to his horse. The green eyes were glaring at
him, and widened in surprise when he slipped his fingers under the edge of the
production outfit. The droid continued to follow its programming, struggling to
attack. He was relieved to feel fat fleshy lips, surrounded by soft curls.
“Shit, Conner. Their skins are complete… and they lubricate.” Quinn removed
his hand and smeared the cream on his finger pads. He lifted it to his nose
before the scent dissipated. “Smells different. Shit, I think it’s loaded with
pheromones. Instead of wasting money on sensors to release them, it must be
done manually when they’re touched.”
“Well, I guess we’re in fucking agreement they were left to incapacitate
us or distract us until Reyes and his men could catch up. I think we need to
get the hell out of here.” Conner glanced across the wasteland, still seeing no
sign of pursuit.
“I don’t want to head towards Frishton until we know what these whores
can do. Let’s ride to the blind caves,” Quinn decided.
They mounted and continued west. The sands became sifting flour, and
they watched for an opening. The caves were another anomaly left by ancients.
As the wind blew the light dust, an opening would appear for a few moments, and
then a sheet of sand would cover over the entrance until the same moment the
next day.
Kera was furious, and her body ached from being bound to the galloping
horse. She could not hear what the cowboys were discussing when they went
through their packs, stealing their water and licenses. Several times, she
heard the men call them whores. And then, the son of a bitch digs his hand in
my crotch. The most humiliating part was that she had gotten wet from the
minute he had landed on top of her after catching the oar in mid-swing.
The cowboy had handsome, rugged looks. He was six inches taller than
her, and the long black open coat did nothing to hide a damn fine body. Long
black hair fluttered from under his cowboy hat. His jaw was firm, and covered
with a dark dusting of whiskers. When she settled on his deep brown eyes, she
saw him staring back at her… and she swung her leg to kick him. Damn, but he
was quick. The move always worked on Sammy, but the cowboy caught her ankle and
she landed on her ass. While Kera was getting an eyeful of the handsome man,
poor Emily was screaming behind a gag. The blond cowboy was tying her to his
horse. What kind of screwed up nightmare is this?
The long ride across the desert left Kera thirsty as hell. The gag
soaked up her spit, and she had stopped cursing at the cowboy a long time ago.
Her throat hurt, and he just kept smacking her thighs with the reins and asking
his friend when he thought she would finally shut down from attack mode. Shut
down. I’ll show you fucking shut down. Wait until I’m off this damn horse.
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