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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