Greez. . .
CHAPTER
THREE
Month Three: Training Week Twelve.
Something was up. The last few days had been full of unending physical workouts, staged fights between the trainees, and way too much sex even by the skewed standards Anna had become accustomed to. There was a tension among the trainers too, and most of it emanated from Akran, who seemed to be the guy in charge.
“Break it up and fucking do it again, Lee! That’s not fucking good enough!”
She dragged herself up from the sand and steadied her breathing. Her opponent was Trent, who blamed her for the three-day hard-on the professor had inflicted on him, and the three-day ring in his ass making him available and open to all the trainers.
The look in Trent’s eyes was murderous. He’d hurt her quite deliberately on their last clash, bringing her down and almost biting off her earlobe like some kind of rabid dog. Well, if he wanted to fight dirty . . .
She raised her fists and pretended to go for him. When he punched out at her, she ducked to one side, rocked onto her backfoot, and kicked him hard in the balls. He went down with a scream, and she rolled neatly out of his way and stood up.
Akran sauntered toward her, his muscles flexing, his expression as unreadable as ever.
“Nice.” He flicked her bleeding ear. “Get that seen to while I scrape Trent off the floor.”
Kai took her down to medical, one hand slung low around her waist, his thumb caressing her hip bone as she walked. Since coming to the compound, she’d almost forgotten about the concept of personal space. Someone was always fighting, fondling, or fucking her.
Or sewing her up . . .
She flinched as the medic sprayed something on her ear.
“Easy.” Kai stroked her hair. “Almost done.”
He sounded so gentle, but underneath he was almost as hard as Akran. She’d seen him reduce the male trainees to tears.
As they walked back out of medical and into the main passageway that connected all the sections of the facility, Anna noticed a commotion in the entryway.
“Greez,” Kai muttered, before pulling her back against the wall and pushing her down onto her knees. He lowered his gaze too, as a group of men dressed in black military uniforms strode down the center of the passageway. “He’s early.”
Rehz took a quick shower, put on a clean uniform, and made his way to the guest quarters. Kai had alerted him to the arrival of the selection committee, and he knew better than to keep them waiting. He paused at the security door until it flashed green to admit him. The lounge area was empty, but the door to the biggest bedroom was ajar.
He knocked on the door and went in.
“Akran.”
“Sir.”
Rehz went down on his knees and lowered his gaze as booted feet approached him. There was the sound of a belt whispering free and then an opening zipper. Obediently he leaned forward, took Palk’s cock in his mouth, and began to suck.
“I’m glad to see you still know your place, Akran.”
Rehz kept his mouth shut and stared resolutely at the headboard of the bed where he’d been ordered to place his hands. He didn’t react as Palk pushed his knees wider and knelt behind him, the thick head of his cock sliding between Rehz’s ass cheeks.
How Palk had come to head up the Tribute program was something of a mystery, but his word was law and even the government did what he told them. All the methods used by the trainers originated from him, and nothing Rehz suggested or protested had ever changed a thing. Palk liked power and he liked pain. Unfortunately his techniques seemed to work, and that made him difficult to stand against.
“You were always a good raw fuck.”
He set his teeth and tried to relax as Palk’s cock probed his tight ass. It’d been a year since he’d been fucked like this, and it felt like it. He voluntarily widened his stance, trying to make room for the big male behind him.
“Not as welcoming now, though, are you? It reminds me of when I first started training you. You were so wild it was a pleasure to tame you.”
Palk wrapped his leather belt around Rehz’s neck and buckled it tight enough to hurt and choke. He yanked Rehz’s head back as he jabbed his cock repeatedly into Rehz’s ass until he managed to get deeper. Each thrust was accompanied by a pull on the belt, making Rehz’s spine arch, offering his ass even more.
