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          It was well after dark when we arrived back at his quarters, the passageways
dimly lit by lamps high on the walls and armed guards at every corner.  Colonel Humas had
thus far been nothing other than a source of surprise after surprise.  He’d been candid
about the regime of Queen Vibeta while expressing his utter loyalty to it, he’d been
willing to answer most of my queries and questions about the mysterious Major Vabana and
the emergence of the PMI and he’d even proven to be good company.  He was not
unattractive, although he’d also made no secret of the fact he had no love for me or my
kind and was only following his orders to shag me to the letter.
          We were hardly through the door when he spun me around and landed a bunched
fist square in my belly.  I went down retching.
         “I’m not the sort of man to shower a girl with kisses, Sanoon.  Don’t expect me
to pleasure you until you’re lost in ecstasy either. In fact I can guarantee that what
happens tonight won’t be the least bit enjoyable for you.”
         I was down on all fours and he stood in front of me and suddenly lashed out with
a booted foot and kicked me square between my dangling breasts. That hurt, and just about
lifted me off the ground, but not as much as the second kick which he landed in my face. 
Stunned and spitting out blood I tried to get up but he hit me again.  
         “I should warn you, Sanoon,” he said.  “If you so much as lift a finger against
me tonight I’ll have you executed. I don’t care how close you are to The Queen.  Do you
understand me?”
         I nodded.  
        He slapped me around a bit more just for effect then stripped the red dress from
me. I lolled against his bed wearing only the borrowed underwear, which for the moment he
seemed in no hurry to have back.  My left tit had popped out of its cup. Like any
considerate lover he had only aimed the bare minimum of blows at my face, for that I
suppose I had to be grateful. 
         “I suppose beating up helpless women is a big attraction in your profession?” I
said, hauling on the bra and carefully dropping my errant breast back onto the dark.  
          “Would you like a drink, Ms Sarem?” he suddenly asked as if entertaining a
valued guest. I shrugged and dragged myself up onto the bed while he poured two glasses of
wine.
         He handed me one glass and in silence we drank. It was surprisingly good wine. 
He sat on the edge of the bed and looked at me.
         “I suppose you think I’m a monster?”
         “Oh, please,” I said.  “You’re not going to tell me that in the line of duty
you’ve had to do some terrible things and now you can’t be held responsible if they’ve
left you with some less than respectable urges and impulses?”
         “Maybe you’re one woman who might actually understand me.”
         “I’d rather not,” I replied. “Just get on with it and fuck me so I can go
home.”
         “That would be too easy.”
         “I figured as much, Colonel.  But I doubt if anything you could inflict on me I
haven’t already experienced. Compared to some people I’ve come across you’re a veritable
saint.”
         “That’s how I see it myself, Sanoon,” he said, reaching forward and carefully
extracting both of my breasts from their lacy coverings in turn.  He looked at my tits
with greedy eyes as if deciding how best to hurt them. “There are some very nasty people
working for Queen Vibeta, you’re fortunate it’s only me you’re obliged to sleep with.” 
         My best plan of action seemed to be to drink as much of the free booze on offer
as quickly as possible, and so I reached over and grabbed the bottle and took a long
swig.