Codename Courtesan: Summer by Aubrey Ross

Codename Courtesan: Summer
by Aubrey Ross
Cover art: Bryan Keller
ISBN: 978-1-60521-418-4
Genre(s): Paranormal, Action/Adventure, Sci-Fi, BDSM
Series: Codename Courtesan
Length: Novella
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When Malik's investigation leads him to the pleasure ambassadors, he uses the opportunity to summon Saroji to his bed. Her involvement with the Resistance makes her fair game, and no matter how hard he's tried to forget her, he still burns to claim her as his own.
Saroji is infuriated when she learns Malik has sent for her alter ego. If the dangerous traitor doesn't realize she is Summer, there is much to be gained by fulfilling his sexual fantasies. But it's far more likely he intends to repay her for a past betrayal. Malik is the only man who ever touched her body and tantalized her heart until she willingly surrendered control. She can't afford to trust him... yet squandering the opportunity could extinguish the last hope for the Resistance.
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Codename Courtesan: Summer Aubrey Ross All rights reserved. Copyright ©2011 Aubrey Ross This e-book file contains sexually explicit scenes and adult language which some may find offensive and which is not appropriate for a young audience. Changeling Press E-Books are for sale to adults, only, as defined by the laws of the country in which you made your purchase. Please store your files wisely, where they cannot be accessed by under-aged readers. "So Agent Wanetee, to what do I owe the honor of your esteemed presence?" Malik smiled. The auburn-haired madam had managed to keep most of the sarcasm from her voice, but her expressive blue eyes revealed her apprehension. "After the success of my recent mission, my superiors insisted I take some time off and enjoy the amenities of Earth." Another smile pulled at the corners of his mouth. "As we both know, the embassies supply the only form of recreation remaining on Earth, and your embassy is the best." Autumn scooted to the edge of her chair and folded her hands on the desktop. Unlike the lavish grandeur of the embassy's common rooms, her office was small and cozy. Her features remained calm, almost serene, while her gaze narrowed with speculation. "Do you have a specific adventure in mind, or would you like me to create something unexpected?" "I'd like to experience one of your 'seasons.' You are under contract with General Noirte, so I presume you're not available, but I would like access to either Winter, Spring, or Summer." He watched her closely, waiting for the flicker of panic sure to result from his request. She inclined her head, acknowledging his statement then glanced at her folded hands. A trail of suspicious incidents had followed in the wake of Autumn's "seasons." The men involved always remembered a passionate night with an uninhibited beauty, yet the information leaks and unexplained failures had no other common denominator. "I'm afraid the ambassadors you've mentioned are all under contract elsewhere." Autumn produced a thin smile. "I'm sure I can find --" "Ulrick Brant contracted Winter, and Spring hasn't been seen since Evard Keenan mysteriously disappeared. Who claimed Summer?" His voice hesitated over the word claimed, making it sound harsh and accusatory. Autumn paled as she worried her bottom lip. "Summer went to... That is, Summer is currently unavailable. My clients depend upon my discretion. I'm sure you understand." He could easily verify any destination she supplied, so she'd been wise to keep her excuse vague. "You will make her available to me, or I will close this embassy. The best and brightest of your employees might be absorbed by your competitors, but I suspect the majority of your ambassadors would be forced to enter the work force." "There's no reason for threats, Agent Wanatee." Her shoulders squared and determination reignited within her eyes. "Summer's contract allows her to choose her customers. I'll present her with your proposal and see if --" "Why would you allow her such privileges? None of the other embassies have... free agents." "I assure you, Summer is anything but free. The seasons are special. They make themselves available to an extremely limited clientele. Only the most wealthy and powerful are able to afford their services." "Cost is no obstacle. I can afford any fee you set. I would prefer to be one of your loyal customers, but I am prepared to be your adversary. The decision is yours." He pushed his chair back and stood, gazing down at her as she fidgeted behind her desk. "I require your finest suite for one week, and I expect Summer to be waiting when I return tomorrow evening." Without waiting for her reaction, he turned and left the room.

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Codename Courtesan: Spring by Aubrey Ross

Codename Courtesan: Spring


by Aubrey Ross

Cover art: Bryan Keller

ISBN: 978-1-60521-417-7
Genre(s): Paranormal, Action/Adventure, Sci-Fi, BDSM

Series: Codename Courtesan
Length: Novella

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When Evard Keenan sends for a pleasure ambassador, Spring knows it's the only opportunity she'll have to recruit the mysterious Chemist. She anticipates the danger of her mission, yet she's unprepared for the passion that ignites with their first kiss. Never before has she longed for another with such aching intensity. She believes in the Resistance, and she'll complete her assignment regardless of the cost. But now that she's tasted the pleasures only found in his embrace, how will she find the strength to walk away?

Evard is every bit as much a captive of the ruthless Gathosians as the people of Earth. He knows the Resistance is his only hope of escaping his tormentors, and he's just as sure Spring is part of the Resistance. He will seduce her, captivate and pleasure her, until she will no longer consider leaving him behind.

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Aubrey Ross

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With his heartbeat thundering in his ears, Evard Keenan triple checked the results of his most recent simulation. If this data were accurate, and he had no reason to believe otherwise, he had finally found a stable antidote for the Gathosian compound.

Hope and dread bombarded him from opposite sides, shredding his composure. He wanted to shout for joy and scream in frustration, but he couldn't afford to draw attention to himself with any sort of emotional outburst. Concealing his conflict behind professional detachment, he quickly saved the simulation and encrypted the file. He pushed back from his workstation and stood, glancing around the modest lab. Everything was neat and orderly, and he was alone.



What had he expected? He was always alone, unless he counted Inwatta's unwanted visits or the infrequent appearance of one of the guards.



Inwatta, his enemy and tormentor. She often appeared when he allowed his thoughts to dwell on her, so he tried to shove the subject from his mind. The Gathosians had arrived on Earth four years ago, but he'd been their prisoner much longer. His people, the Bartonese, had the unhappy distinction of being compatible with Gathosian energy. The Bartonese also had regenerative capabilities seldom found in humanoid species. As a result, they were often used as physical hosts and corporeal anchors for the interdimensional conquerors.



Evard gave himself a firm mental shake. Thinking about Inwatta's people was not drawing his thoughts far enough away from his hated captor, and it was imperative that he solidify a strategy before he encountered her again.



It had taken him the better part of six years to refine the formula, and he still wasn't certain it would work in real life conditions. How could he move beyond theory when he was isolated from the rest of the world? He needed access to a fully mechanized lab and numerous test subjects.



Earth based technology was a bit primitive, but it was easily salvaged from the abandoned sections of any city. Finding people willing to participate in a clinical trial would be no problem either. The Gathosians used addiction as their primary control mechanism. Every person on Earth, from the lowliest worker to the heads of the Protectorate, craved regular doses of the compound.



Which meant freeing the population from this addiction was counterproductive to the Gathosians. They would kill Evard without hesitation if they realized he'd succeeded in mapping the elemental makeup of their compound and systematically constructing a combination of chemicals that would nullify the compound's effects.



Have you missed me? He caught a shimmer out of the corner of his eye as the thought spread through his mind. I'm sorry I've been so neglectful lately. It hasn't been by choice.



After weeks of spiteful attempts to motivate him to submit to her twisted desires, Inwatta had been suspiciously absent for the past few days. Evard suspected her superiors had taken her to task for her erratic behavior and neglecting her duties, but he couldn't be sure. All he knew was her absence had allowed him the time he needed to finalize his formula.



"I've had plenty of work to keep me busy." Pouring energy into his mental shields, he blocked her intrusion as much as possible. An energy tether anchored her to his mind, so it was never possible to shut her out completely. However, forcing her will upon him risked unwanted damage, so she preferred indirect motivations when settling their differences.



He walked to the wall nearest the sparkling cloud that indicated her presence and activated the display. He'd prepared this file months ago, hoping the day would come when he would need it. "You asked me to refine the compound, to strengthen each dose by twenty-five percent so the drug can be administered less often." Information scrolled down the wall, complete with diagrams and projections. "If these simulations are correct, I've increased potency by thirty-seven percent. This will lower your cost as well as decrease the amount of compound needed to sustain the current population."



Has the new compound been tested?



A thrill shot up his spine, and he fought back a smile. She had neatly stepped into his carefully laid trap. "Shall I try it on the guards?" He tried not to sound too sarcastic. "They're the only humanoids with whom I have any interaction. Unless you expect me to try it on myself, of course."



Her illumination spun and darkened, taking on the basic shape of a person. He didn't know if the Gathosians had corporeal bodies in their home dimension. Their interest in tangible resources indicated they did. Yet her obsession with physical pleasures seemed to be caused by never having experienced them before. Either way, it was only their energy and consciousness that traveled between dimensions and wreaked havoc on other worlds.



"You need something from me, and I want something from you." Her voice was audible now, the tone decidedly female. More and more these days, Inwatta chose female characteristics. He wasn't sure if she related more easily with the gender or if she thought it pleased him. "Can we finally come to an understanding?"



He touched the wall, deactivating the display. "Increased potency benefits you. I couldn't care less if it works or not."



She spun around the room like a petulant tornado, knocking over chairs and toppling a utensil tray. He watched the display with dispassionate indifference. They were locked in a stalemate, and she knew it.



Hovering in front of him again, she shoved him back with the force of her bluster. "You are the most irrational creature I have ever encountered! Why will you not allow me this one pleasure?"



"This one pleasure" was fucking some unsuspecting female while Inwatta inhabited her body. No, it was even more disgusting than that. Inwatta wanted him to willingly have sex with her while in the host body, to pleasure her in any way she requested, knowing all the while that she was his enemy.



"You can inhabit my body at any time and force me to do whatever you choose. I can't stop you, and we both know it. But I will end my life before I willingly give you pleasure." He spoke the vow without rancor or passion. It was a simple statement of fact.



After a long, tense pause, Inwatta asked, "Will you let me watch?"



He closed his eyes with a heavy sigh. "Why won't you let this go? You've forced me to perform every sexual act you could think of since I've been your anchor. You must know what sex feels like by now."



"That's just it. I've either compelled or coerced you every step of the way."



Unsure where this unexpected turn was leading, Evard opened his eyes. "Then what do you want from me this time?"



"I will arrange for as many test subjects as you want if you make love to a female of your own free will. Abandon yourself completely to the pleasure. Hold nothing back."



His pulse raced, and his mind buzzed with possibilities. He couldn't allow her to see how important these test subjects were, or how tempted he was by her suggestion. Not since before his captivity had he immersed himself completely in carnal pleasures, allowing himself to be utterly swept away.



He shrugged then crossed his arms over his chest, retreating into his role. "I said it before, testing the refined compound benefits you, not me. What do I get out of this arrangement?"



"What do you want? You can't imagine how well I'll indulge you if you'll just stop fighting me. Most anchors are spoiled rotten. They live in comfort and luxury. You won't allow me to pamper you."



Most anchors were traitors who willingly sold their souls to the enemy! Asking for his freedom was a waste of breath, but he had to think of something. Something she would be reluctant to grant, yet within the realm of possibility. "I want three full days and nights alone with the female first, and I mean completely alone. If I sense you for even a moment, all bets are off."



Inwatta glowed brighter, her excitement rippling into Evard's mind. "Two days alone, and on the third night you allow me to flow freely between you and your lover."



"You said you wanted to watch. That means outside, looking in!"



"We're negotiating. If you want to be alone with her, you have to offer me more."



He shuddered, revolted by the compromise. Always before Inwatta had been in control, using his body like a puppet for her own enjoyment. Cooperating with her on any level made it all so much more degrading. But there was so much more at stake than his pride, or his pleasure. If the antidote was ineffective, or even toxic, he had to know before it was distributed among the masses.



Unable to bear the humiliation of what he was about to do, he looked away from Inwatta. "No compulsions, and you keep your presence light enough that the woman is unaware."



"Agreed."



Hating himself a little more with each passing moment, he asked, "Where will you find the female?"



"That's entirely up to you. Would you prefer a refinery rat or a pleasure ambassador?"



What an abysmal choice. The Gathosian invasion had left human females with very few alternatives. "I want her willing, but the thought of fucking a woman who has been passed around from man to man is... distasteful to me."



Inwatta scoffed. "Then you're on the wrong planet. Monogamist relationships aren't just impractical, they're basically impossible under the current circumstances."



"You're the ultimate authority in this sector. I will not fuck a terrified virgin, but I don't want a practiced whore. You've been in my mind often enough to know what appeals to me. Find me such a woman, or our deal is off."


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Codename Courtesan: Winter

Codename Courtesan: Winter


by Aubrey Ross

Cover art: Bryan Keller

ISBN: 978-1-60521-416-0
Genre(s): Paranormal, Action/Adventure, BDSM

Series: Codename Courtesan

Length: Novella

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Blurb:
After surviving the horrors of a salt refinery, Winter is convinced she's prepared for anything. Her mission is simple, seduce Ulrick Brant and convince him to reveal the location of the mysterious Chemist. Ulrick is handsome, sexy, and heroic. How hard can this be?


Ulrick doesn't mind helping the Resistance, but he won't tolerate being used. Before Winter realizes she's caught, he has her naked and in restraints. He arouses her slowly, commanding her body with skill and tenderness until they both forget it's a game.

Winter is dazzled by the pleasure they share, but the Resistance won't wait forever. Danger is closing in, and Ulrick must choose his final role, ruthless invader, or freedom fighter.

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Clutching Grizzly Winters' burly body to her naked breasts, Cub rocked her protector back and forth as tears streamed down her face. Fear had given way to rage, and finally anguish as the life faded from his pale blue eyes. "Don't you die on me. Don't you dare! Please, Grizzly. Talk to me."

"You knew about this! Didn't you?" The captains circled King, like sharks attracted to blood in the water. "You're king. You had to know."

"I swear, Grizzly told no one," King insisted.

"Was he fucking her?"

The question sent a fresh wave of fury stabbing into Cub. "You disgusting pigs! You're all so worried about fucking; you can't think of anything else! He was like a pa to me! He took care of me and taught me, but he never laid a hand on me." She buried her face in Grizzly's wiry hair as hard sobs robbed her of speech.

"King, tell me exactly what happened. How was it discovered that Cub was female and who killed Grizzly?"

She was used to hearing Tomlinson's voice over the loudspeaker, but she wasn't surprised to find him here. Tomlinson always turned up when things went wrong. Holding Grizzly close, she waited to see if King would tell it true, or if she'd need to step in and set things straight.

"Griz heard Cub screaming and went to see what was wrong." King looked at her, eyes hot and hungry. "Greg and Toad had Cub down on the floor. They was gonna take a poke at him, but when they got his pants off the surprise was on them."

Everyone started laughing, and Cub pressed her fists over her ears, screaming, "It ain't funny! If I'd been a boy, they'd have hurt me bad."

Tomlinson moved toward her, all clean pressed suit and fake smiles. "None of this is funny, Cub. You've been very brave." As quick as his compassion appeared it evaporated. He turned back to King, and she was all but forgotten. "Who killed Grizzly?"

"He went after Greg and Toad. No one blames him for that, but he wouldn't stop. His captain warned him to stop. Even I warned him. He left us no choice."

"He knew it had been for nothing." She paused for a sneer. "Griz promised my pa he'd protect me, or die trying. Looks like he kept his word." She wiped her nose on the back of her hand. "He went down swinging 'cause those two wouldn't jerk off like everyone else!"

A man stepped out of the shadows beyond Tomlinson, and the breath caught in Cub's throat. His hair was light, golden even in the underground, yet his eyes were darker than midnight. Tomlinson moved with authority and purpose evident in each step. This man looked so damn comfortable it was as if he owned the world.

"Who are you?" she whispered.

He stepped up beside the boss and held out his hand. "My name is Ulrick Brant. I'm sorry for your loss."

She glanced down at her filthy hand, then crossed her arms over her breasts. Tears blurred her vision and burned her throat. Why was this stranger the only one who realized she was in pain? No one else seemed to care that the only person in this godforsaken place who ever gave a damn about her lay lifeless -- because of her!

The stranger shrugged out of his fancy coat and knelt beside her. "Is the blood on your chest his, or are you hurt as well?" He placed the coat around her shoulders and eased Grizzly farther down her legs.

"I ain't hurt, thanks to Grizzly." As soon as she let go, he rolled Grizzly's body to the side and helped her to her feet. She quickly slipped her arms into the sleeves and buttoned a few of the buttons, then gathered the long coat around her trembling legs. "Thank you."

"You're welcome."

She dragged her gaze away from his handsome face and looked back at Grizzly. He lay on his side now, all peaceful, like he was sleeping.

"Get her cleaned up so we can see if she's worth fighting for."

She didn't know who said it, but it snapped her head back around. "I belong to Griz! I'm Grizzly Winters' Cub!"

"Griz is dead, Cub," King reminded her. As if she could forget. "You know the rules. Women must be claimed. There are no exceptions."

"How old is she?" Tomlinson asked. "She might not be ready for breeding."

"She's more than ready." That hot, hungry look came back into King's eyes. "Don't let her innocent expression fool you. Naked bodies don't lie."

The stranger wrapped his fingers around her upper arm and drew her toward him. "Chet, she's perfect for my investigation. I'll return her in a day or so."

"Wait a goddamn minute! Who the fuck are you?" King took a menacing step forward.

Tomlinson blocked King's path. "Mr. Brant is the Civilian Head of the Protectorate. He can interview anyone he likes for as long as he likes. Step aside."

To Cub's astonishment King did exactly that. She took two steps forward before her numbed brain reengaged. "Wait! What about Griz?"

"I'll see that he is sent off with all the honor he deserves."

On any other day she wouldn't have believed anything Tomlinson said, but he was obviously afraid of the stranger. And the stranger had taken an interest in her.

In a muddled stupor, she followed the stranger across the common room and down the corridor leading to the elevators. Ulrick. He'd said his name was Ulrick Brant. She looked up at him and shivered. Even in profile he looked amazing, attractive, interesting, and dangerous. What did the Civilian Head of the Protectorate want with someone like her?

"Where are you taking me?" It was foolish to care, but she couldn't silence the question.

"Away from here." His tone was low and amused. "Do you really care where we go?" He echoed her thought as he slid the safety gate open and motioned her inside.

She hesitated. "It depends what you expect from me in return."

"Then stay here and take your chances with them."

Annoyance rolled up her spine. "You don't have to threaten me. I'm just trying to understand what you want."

"I want to talk to you. I want to see who's living under all that dirt. Beyond that, I honestly don't know." He moved into the elevator and grabbed the safety gate. "In or out. It's up to you."

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Codename Courtesan: Autumn by Aubrey Ross

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Codename Courtesan: Autumn by Aubrey RossCover art: Bryan Keller ISBN: 978-1-60521-415-3 Genre(s): Paranormal, Action/Adventure, BDSM Series: Codename Courtesan Length: Novella

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General Ra'jen Noirte returns from combat to find a woman bound, abused, and abandoned. His healing touch soon turns to hunger as she stirs beneath his hands. With milk white skin and flame red hair, she tempts him to abandon his responsibilities and indulge long-neglected needs. Every kiss, every caress distracts from his mission, and the fate of the universe depends on his success.

Autumn never dreamed a man could be as captivating as Ra'jen. On the surface he is deadly aggression, but she has glimpsed his tormented soul. Though he serves the enemy, she suspects they have similar goals. More than her heart is on the line as they form an uneasy alliance.

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Naked except for a black lace thong, Autumn knelt on a mirror-topped table with her wrists bound in leather cuffs and suspended above her head. A blood red scarf had been slipped between her teeth, crossed at the back of her head, and then tied to cover her mouth completely. She stared straight ahead, focusing past the leering stares and lust-hardened expressions of the soldiers crowded into the briefing room. None of these men were allowed to touch her. She was a whipping girl, part of the entertainment, yet not available for sexual interaction.
"Isn't she beautiful, gentlemen?" Rebecca purred. The short, braided strands of her velvet whip whooshed as she brought it down in a dramatic arc, barely missing her thigh. "Her skin is perfect and so white. It's almost a shame to mark her." She laughed, the sound light and playful. "Almost."
Even knowing the blow was coming didn't prepare Autumn for the sting. Rebecca slapped the strands against Autumn's tight belly and she inhaled, clenching her teeth against the gag. Bright red marks lined her fair skin as heat spread through her abdomen, collecting between her thighs. Training to become a pleasure ambassador had been intensive and long. Autumn had discovered many unexpected facts about her body. One of the most surprising had been her affinity to pain.
"It's all so sad for poor Autumn," Rebecca went on. "I do anything I want, I misbehave constantly, and she receives my punishment." She whipped one of Autumn's breasts and then the other, spreading the heat and anticipation. The older woman's control kept the strokes sharp enough to draw blood to the surface without breaking the skin.
Autumn's nipples peaked as her body processed the stimulation. Rebecca grabbed the edge of the wheeled table and carefully turned it around. The cables securing Autumn's arms twisted, drawing them even higher.
"And look at this ass." Rebecca squeezed one cheek, her long nails dragging across the smooth skin as she pulled her hand away. "Have you ever seen an ass more in need of spanking?" She slapped Autumn hard with her open hand and waited for her skin to react. "A perfect handprint. Very good, Autumn. You're the best whipping girl I've ever had."
Muffled chuckles peppered the room, but Autumn tuned out her surroundings. A large mirror had been set up near the wall allowing the men to see her front while Rebecca worked on her back. Rebecca spanked her other cheek, making it appear as if bloody hands had squeezed her ass. It was all orchestrated, a practiced routine they had perfected in training.
Rebecca ran the whip handle up the inside of Autumn's thigh and rubbed it against the scrap of lace covering her folds. "She's wet, boys. Shall I see if I can make her come?"
"I can make her come," one of the soldiers bragged. "Let me touch her, and she'll be dripping in a minute or less."
Rebecca's laugh was low and sensual this time. "She's dripping now." She slipped her fingers inside Autumn's panties and gathered some cream. "See?"
"Rip off the thong," someone else suggested. "Let her juices pool on top of the table."
Staring into the mirror, Autumn tried to catch Rebecca's gaze. They weren't supposed to deviate from the routine. It was designed to excite while keeping Autumn objectified, unattainable.
"Sorry, boys. The thong's there to remind you that she's not cleared for fucking."
Autumn's relieved sigh was premature. Rebecca swung the whip with punishing force, blanketing the small of her back with needling pain. Autumn gasped and arched, but the next lash was even harder. The whip was made of velvet, for God's sake! How was Rebecca making it hurt so badly?
Unlike the teasing strokes Rebecca had delivered to her breasts, these lashes seared and burned. Autumn twisted, writhing helplessly, her screams muffled by the gag. Tears blurred her vision then anger flared through her shock.
She demanded that Rebecca stop, but her words were garbled by the material between her teeth. Why was Rebecca doing this? They were supposed to be a team!
The whip connected again and again, the surrounding noise escalating with each swing. Cheers and whistles, and the occasional gasp as blood trailed down Autumn's back. Shame crept through her anger. Did they believe she deserved this pain? Why was no one questioning Rebecca's viciousness?
"She's had enough." A deep voice cut through the others and the next lash never came.
Autumn shifted her weight and fire rolled from her shoulders to the bend of her knees. Tears escaped the corners of her eyes, and she moaned.
"Poor, precious Autumn," Rebecca whispered bitterly. "Are you still too good to fuck?" She threw the whip onto the tabletop and stepped away. "Come on, boys. That always makes me horny. Who wants to go first?"
Three of the soldiers rushed forward. Autumn watched them in the mirror through a haze of pain. One of the men reached for the whip, but Rebecca stopped him. "No one touches her but me."
Autumn whimpered at the belated mercy. He stepped back, but remained near the table, staring up at Autumn as he rubbed the bulge in the front of his pants.
There were five pleasure ambassadors scattered about the room, but there were eleven men. Autumn grasped the cables connected to her wrist cuffs, suddenly wishing she were not bound. Even with two embassy guards overseeing the action, they were outnumbered.
The trainers had assured Autumn abuse was not tolerated. The embassies were the only game in town, so no one in the Protectorate wanted to be blacklisted.
The Protectorate. Autumn shuddered. They were the occupying army, the henchmen for the mysterious Gathosians who now controlled Earth. In a few short months the Protectorate had reduced Earth to a subjugated mining colony. They struck North America first, subduing the "superpower" as an example to the rest of the world.
The first designer virus targeted those not strong enough to work. The second wiped out most of the female population. The third killed anyone who had not yet gone through puberty. The Gathosians wanted their workforce unencumbered by sentimental distractions, and they weren't interested in longevity. Once the oceans had been stripped of their salt, the Gathosians would move on to another planet.
The women and children unlucky enough to survive the pandemic were rounded up and taken to training camps, while the devastated men were forced to deal with the bodies. Hundreds of millions of bodies.
Allowing her physical pain to burn through the memories, Autumn returned to the present and her heart sank to the pit of her stomach. This situation wasn't much better than the devastation she'd been remembering.
Laborer or whore. Those were the choices left for human females. Or breeder, the most degrading choice of all. Even if she'd chosen to subject herself to the back-breaking work and toxic environment of the sodium refineries, she would have been fighting off the unwanted advances of her coworkers. Rape had become so common it was no longer considered a crime. Females were so rare it was unthinkable to go anywhere without protection. The human concept of morality had been eroded by this new reality.
Rebecca's rhythmic cries drew Autumn's attention to her tormentor. The first soldier had bent her over the conference table and was fucking her from behind. Autumn could see everything clearly in the mirror. Rebecca braced herself on her forearms so the second man could play with her breasts while he waited for his turn to fuck her. The first soldier grasped her hips and slammed into her fast and hard, focused entirely on his pleasure.
Autumn gritted her teeth and looked away from Rebecca, but everywhere she looked it was more of the same. She had no idea why the "fuck-fest" had been arranged for these soldiers. Had they performed unusually well, or had they simply been in the field for an unusually long period of time? The briefing room wasn't large, so no one bothered with modesty. Cocks were sucked and ambassadors fucked in every conceivable position.
And Autumn found it all repulsive.
Was this really her fate? Not every party requested a whipping girl, so eventually she would have to allow members of the Protectorate access to her body. Her blood ran cold at the thought. Could she really shut down her mind and become a passive vessel for the monsters that had ravaged her world?
Soldier One came with a shuddering moan and immediately pulled out of Rebecca's pussy. His buddy took his place before Rebecca had a chance to straighten her back.
"She's so fucking slippery," Soldier Two complained. "I can hardly feel her cunt."
"So smear my cum on your cock and use her ass," Soldier One advised.
Rebecca adjusted her stance, giving Soldier Two a better angle as he pulled out of her pussy and penetrated her ass.
Autumn closed her eyes, tension knotting her stomach. It was all so mechanical, so impersonal, so... meaningless. How did the ambassadors stand it night after night?
"You've never done it. Have you?" Soldier Three faced her again, dark eyes gleaming with desire. "You're always the whipping girl. No one ever gets to fuck you."
She glared at him, saved from replying by the gag covering her mouth.
"She's new," Rebecca panted. "And she's the trainer's pet. Whatever Autumn wants, Autumn gets."
Soldier Two pulled Rebecca away from the table and urged her to her knees. "Come on, Bret. You can have her mouth."
Bret's dark gaze swept over Autumn with obvious longing then he skirted the table and joined his friends. Rebecca raised her head and parted her lips, taking Bret's engorged cock into her mouth. They passed her back and forth, one cock driving inward as the other pulled back.
The double doors on the far side of the room burst open and a red-faced soldier shouted, "Get them out of here! Noirte just set down!"
The men righted their uniforms as the ambassadors frantically gathered discarded clothing. Autumn yanked on the cuffs and cried out behind the gag, trying to draw anyone's attention.
Rebecca looked at her and smiled, a cruel bowing of her painted lips, and then she ran for the nearest exit.
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