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tender flesh. “One more and you won’t be able to contain your screams or your bladder. Two more and you’ll tell me anything just to make it stop. And then I think I’ll fuck your pretty ass.” He stepped away.
Steffania couldn’t contain her helpless cries. From the corner of her eye, she saw the enforcer shake the whip out and bring it forward in a curling lash.
~ ~ ~
Ram heard Steffania’s choked screams of agony before he saw her. In spite of the indomitable will that had served him well his entire life, Ram came very close to losing his iron control when he did lay eyes on her. The tall, blond bastard, Strom Kella, had raised his arm behind his straining shoulder, preparing to lash Steffania’s already sobbing, writhing body. The plaited whip snaked in the air behind him. It hummed with a snapping electrical buzz and neon blue light crackled along its entire length. The slime-dwelling ass-licker is using a gods-be-damned stim-whip. A slew of vile curses spewed from Ram’s mouth .
Shoving two men aside, Ram grabbed the lash of the whip as it descended on Steffania. He might as well have grabbed a rod of molten metal. As soon as he had jerked it from the Enforcer’s hand, Ram dropped it with a grunt of pain. Ahhh, shit! Son-of-a-cock-sucking-jackal! “Damn you, Kella.”
Strom Kella eyed Ramsey coldly. “I warned you, Dominus DeKieran. I tolerate no infractions.”
A snarl pulled at Ram’s lips. If a stony glare could kill, Strom Kella would lie dead. “What is her offense?”
“She attacked me, ” one of the other men said.
Ram turned in the direction of the growled complaint. “You are?”
“ Dominus Mestrios. And your slaaf laid hands on me.”
The young woman who had brought Ram knelt at Dominus Mestrios’ feet, head down, palpably shrinking with fear.
Ram examined the two livid welts striping Steffania’s back from shoulder to buttock cheek. “The punishment for a first offence is two lashes. Your complaint is satisfied,” Ram snarled at the two men who flanked the X. “Let her down.”
With no attempt to be gentle, the two men uncuffed Steffania’s ankles and then her wrists. Neither man prevented her uncontrolled collapse to the ground.
Ram rounded on Kella. “You have incapacitated my body servant. As an invited participant in your games, I demand recompense.”
Strom Kella regarded Steffania silently then smiled. “Yes, we do want you at your fighting best.” He tilted his blond head toward the utterly submissive woman clutching at the ankles of Dominus Mestrios. “Use that slaaf while yours recovers. Take her.”
Domin us Mestrios shoved the petite woman toward Ram with his foot. “Yes, take her for however long you need her. I have others who please me more.”
Ram addressed the shrinking slaaf . “Attend me.” She rose with evident discomfort and came to his side. “What is your name?”
“Pansy,” she whispered.
With a sweeping glance that took in all the parties, Ram moved to the base of the X and hefted a silent Steffania over his shoulder.
“Pansy,” h e barked. “Follow.”
~ ~ ~
Sitting in the cab going home, Ram shook his head at the condition of the two women. Steffania had not said anything and nothing leaked through her comm-disc. She knelt at his feet, arms wrapped around his knees, her head in his lap. Tremors occasionally wracked her body. His right arm felt like flesh-eating insectoids were digesting it from fingertip to shoulder. He still couldn’t make a fist of his hand. She must hurt like hell, and her silence confirmed it. Steffania was the type to shut down and endure – or pass out. He’d been there.
Pansy knelt on the floor, blinking at him out of one violet eye . Her bruises made a puffy ball of what was certainly a face of unusual beauty. The exotic brunette’s tiny, delicate body flaunted womanly curves with pert, full breasts and graceful hips. He had no sexual interest in her. Ram’s gaze dwelt on the
Steffania couldn’t contain her helpless cries. From the corner of her eye, she saw the enforcer shake the whip out and bring it forward in a curling lash.
~ ~ ~
Ram heard Steffania’s choked screams of agony before he saw her. In spite of the indomitable will that had served him well his entire life, Ram came very close to losing his iron control when he did lay eyes on her. The tall, blond bastard, Strom Kella, had raised his arm behind his straining shoulder, preparing to lash Steffania’s already sobbing, writhing body. The plaited whip snaked in the air behind him. It hummed with a snapping electrical buzz and neon blue light crackled along its entire length. The slime-dwelling ass-licker is using a gods-be-damned stim-whip. A slew of vile curses spewed from Ram’s mouth .
Shoving two men aside, Ram grabbed the lash of the whip as it descended on Steffania. He might as well have grabbed a rod of molten metal. As soon as he had jerked it from the Enforcer’s hand, Ram dropped it with a grunt of pain. Ahhh, shit! Son-of-a-cock-sucking-jackal! “Damn you, Kella.”
Strom Kella eyed Ramsey coldly. “I warned you, Dominus DeKieran. I tolerate no infractions.”
A snarl pulled at Ram’s lips. If a stony glare could kill, Strom Kella would lie dead. “What is her offense?”
“She attacked me, ” one of the other men said.
Ram turned in the direction of the growled complaint. “You are?”
“ Dominus Mestrios. And your slaaf laid hands on me.”
The young woman who had brought Ram knelt at Dominus Mestrios’ feet, head down, palpably shrinking with fear.
Ram examined the two livid welts striping Steffania’s back from shoulder to buttock cheek. “The punishment for a first offence is two lashes. Your complaint is satisfied,” Ram snarled at the two men who flanked the X. “Let her down.”
With no attempt to be gentle, the two men uncuffed Steffania’s ankles and then her wrists. Neither man prevented her uncontrolled collapse to the ground.
Ram rounded on Kella. “You have incapacitated my body servant. As an invited participant in your games, I demand recompense.”
Strom Kella regarded Steffania silently then smiled. “Yes, we do want you at your fighting best.” He tilted his blond head toward the utterly submissive woman clutching at the ankles of Dominus Mestrios. “Use that slaaf while yours recovers. Take her.”
Domin us Mestrios shoved the petite woman toward Ram with his foot. “Yes, take her for however long you need her. I have others who please me more.”
Ram addressed the shrinking slaaf . “Attend me.” She rose with evident discomfort and came to his side. “What is your name?”
“Pansy,” she whispered.
With a sweeping glance that took in all the parties, Ram moved to the base of the X and hefted a silent Steffania over his shoulder.
“Pansy,” h e barked. “Follow.”
~ ~ ~
Sitting in the cab going home, Ram shook his head at the condition of the two women. Steffania had not said anything and nothing leaked through her comm-disc. She knelt at his feet, arms wrapped around his knees, her head in his lap. Tremors occasionally wracked her body. His right arm felt like flesh-eating insectoids were digesting it from fingertip to shoulder. He still couldn’t make a fist of his hand. She must hurt like hell, and her silence confirmed it. Steffania was the type to shut down and endure – or pass out. He’d been there.
Pansy knelt on the floor, blinking at him out of one violet eye . Her bruises made a puffy ball of what was certainly a face of unusual beauty. The exotic brunette’s tiny, delicate body flaunted womanly curves with pert, full breasts and graceful hips. He had no sexual interest in her. Ram’s gaze dwelt on the
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