Текст книги "Heat"

Автор книги: R. Lee Smith

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Chapter Seventeen

Raven sat on the edge of a booth table, her legs dangling off the floor and hands clasped between her tightly-together knees. She kept catching her reflection in the window and it bothered her. She looked like a delinquent child outside the principal’s office, one that had finally had all the rebellion scared out of her.

She was watching Kane work his little lab. He’d filled his fourth ampule and stopped there, with four bikers and the women still to go. Of the women, he’d killed only one outright, the one Raven’d had to go down on, tasting sour sex and curdled cum and the reeking meat of her until she thought she’d pass out and die. Now the woman was dead, piled with the others behind the bar.

Twice, someone new had come to the bar. Both times, Kane had watched them through the window, and then showed them his gun when they opened the door and ordered them to lie down. Both times, the bikers had tried to reach for weapons and had their head air-conditioned for their trouble. They were also behind the bar.

The sun was going down. Raven watched the sky change color through the grimy window over Kane’s broad shoulders. She tried not to see her reflection in the glass. It was getting harder and harder to recognize herself. Better to look at Kane.

He had glanced back at her now three times and finally he said, “This is going to take a while. Come and blow me and then get some sleep.”

Raven slid off the table, looking over the captive women as she passed them. Kane noticed the path of her eyes and chuckled, putting his tools aside and turning in his chair to open his thighs to her.

“I’m going to scan them,” he said dryly. “But I won’t hold my breath while I do. If one of them is clean—” He snorted to show the likelihood of this. “—or can be cleaned, I can let you rest for what remains of your…” He sought the word, scowling.

“Period,” she supplied, still unsure.

“But if they all have to die…” He shrugged. “Your mouth is almost as good as a fuck. Better in some ways.”

“You’re not—” She tried to clamp down on the rest of that, but he looked at her sharply and she reluctantly finished. “Not going to replace me?”

“Replace you,” he stated, and cracked a thin smile while she hunted for a way to translate that. “Why would I do that? I just got you the way I want you.” He trailed his eyes with relish down her naked breasts to her skirt, glanced dismissively at the other women, and then back at her, sliding one hand up her thigh to hook a claw through her clit ring and tug lightly. “If I could wait…what? Five days?”

“Four or five.”

“Then I would.” He tugged again, then released her and rubbed one palm restlessly over the taut bulge his clothes restrained. “But I’m not going to wait if I don’t have to. Not if I can throw a fuck into one of these ichuta’an until I can have you again. And have you the way you are.” He cupped her sex again, hungrily staring as though he could see right through her skirt to her pussy and admire it, ringed all around with steel. “The way you are,” he murmured. “The way I made you.”

She smiled hesitantly and let him draw her a little closer, holding very still as he moved his hand with his lethal claws over and around the folds of her pussy. Relief and gratitude, spiced by new confidence in her position as still belonging to him, made her close her eyes, even rock a little with his movements. She brushed one hand over her breasts, her nipples permanently hardened by steel, and sighed.

“That’s enough,” he growled, but he sounded as if he might be smiling.

He gave her a gentle tug and she went to her knees, carefully avoiding the sticky puddles of blood around his chair. He was smiling, she saw, showing his fangs as he played with the tips of her hair and watched her unfasten his pants. She lubed him with her tongue, licking and rubbing to work the moisture in, and felt him swelling even more in her grip. She’d had so many dicks in her mouth today, it was privately a little amazing to her that she could work up anything like enthusiasm for this, but there was nothing in the world so arousing as kneeling in a bloodbath and hearing the killer say that you were special and still worth keeping.

“Go a little slower,” he murmured. His hand came up to lie heavy on her head. “I want to feel what you can do.”

Raven was marginally unnerved by this deviation from the norm, but cautiously jubilant at the same time. She could give damned good head, although she’d gotten used to the way he seemed to like, rough and fast. She began to tongue lightly at his glans and stroking down the shaft to massage at the place his balls would be if he were human, unsure whether this were what he meant or not. She could never quite relax when he wasn’t hurting her. Not that she liked pain, although she’d put up with it in the past if the ends were lucrative enough. No, it wasn’t that she wanted to be hurt, it was just that she knew where she stood when Kane hit her. When he didn’t, it was nerve-wracking—was she doing something right, or was he just ignoring her?

Raven began to throat him, hesitant at first as she took his girth, but she’d long ago learned the trick of suppressing her gag reflex and so even if she couldn’t take him all right away, she could take a lot. She made swallowing motions, squeezing his thick base and he put his head back and groaned, flexing his powerful thighs around her ribs.

She released him, nipping at the head of his dick before bending over him, lapping at the sweat pouring down his chest and stomach as she massaged his cock.

“Do that again,” he hissed. “With your throat.”

She swallowed him obediently, gulping around his shaft as she squeezed and pulled at the base. She was rewarded with a raspy “Haaaah” of pleasure from Kane, who kneaded at her hair with his careful claws.

Raven could hear, beyond the wet sounds of her work and Kane’s grunting growls of pleasure, the quiet sobbing cries of captives muzzled by duct tape. She pulled back to look over her shoulder, rubbing her fist up and down with one hand while tracing the alphabet on his glans with the thumbnail of her other. She tried to find it in her to be sorry for them, but felt only a shivering relief in the knowledge that she would be saved.

The two hookers were facing each other, both weeping, pressing their bound hands together in a captive’s embrace. The biker chicks, by contrast, were staring back at her—the redhead wide-eyed and pale with shock, the blonde with narrow concentration, as though studying for a test.

Raven heard a rumble of throaty laughter and looked up into Kane’s pleasure-darkened eyes, now cat-narrow and content. He, too, was looking at the women, although his hand still combed down Raven’s hair.

“When I send you to sleep,” he remarked, amused. “I believe I am going to hear an offer of the best fucking humans can give.” He hissed sharply and looked at her hands, adding, “Which, if I do in fact receive, I may be astonished enough to let the ichuta’a live. You can’t imagine how good that feels, with five fingers. Put your mouth on me, Raven.”

Raven rolled her shoulders back to come at him from an angle and sucked him in all the way, until her lips locked around his base. She swallowed and pumped him, swallowed again several times as fast as she could, until he began to spasm and she pulled back, sucking the cum from his cock and letting it drool down from the corners of his mouth to stimulate what he called his ‘true’ cum. She’d gotten quite good at this, at closing both fists around his shaft and milking him in rhythm so that she could drink him without gagging on the flood of it until his body could react to the stimulant in his spend.

“Tell me,” she gasped between mouthfuls. “Tell me when, and you can have my ass.”

“Isn’t that…bad for your period?” he asked, his reluctance belied by the clenching excitement in his hands.

“Yeah,” she lied, sucking harder. “But I want it. I want you. I’ll risk it.”

He hissed between his teeth, was silent as he pumped out another three spurts of cum. Then, “I just got you the way I want you—Unh! I don’t want to break—break you! Chok, that’s nice! All right! But I’m going to be pissed if you die. Get up, right now!”

He hauled her up by the arm and swung her around, growling as he fisted his own dick, as if it hurt not to have her there, even the instant it took to place her against the booth table. She felt his claws pricking at her hips as he spread her cheeks and pushed his slick cock slowly into her. He groaned, bent to rest his full weight on her, and took several ragged breaths. Then he reared back and fucked her in earnest, banging the table into the wall with every thrust, pushing her breath from her body in low grunts which he apparently took for pleasure. He drove at her harder, faster, and she heard what might have been a part of her name in his roar of release as his cum coated her bowels.

He shuddered and bent, gasping, and lay his head on her shoulders. “Raven,” he said, laughing a little as he lay atop her. “I’m taking you with me when I go. If I never see Jota, if I never have Heat again, I can’t imagine the rest of my life without a fuck that fine.”

He nuzzled at her hair briefly, then straightened, slapping her flank stingingly but with affection, and bound himself up again. “Now go sleep. I’ll need you ready when it’s time to go.”

Raven went to the dank bathroom in the back of the bar to clean up and when she came out, Kane was injecting his scanner into one of the females, leaning back on his haunches to study the results. The hooker who was his object of consideration was sobbing into her fists. She screamed when he gripped her hair, but at least she died right away when he harvested her. It was just too awful when they didn’t.

Raven lay down in a booth and watched. The second hooker ended up the same as the first, which left Kane with the two bikers. He sat and considered them, then punched a hole in each of their duct tape gags.

“You’ve got plenty of poison in you,” he said, and rested his eyes on the one with red hair. “But there’s something strange in your blood, something I don’t recognize, and there isn’t much I can’t recognize. What can you tell me?”

“I’m pregnant,” the biker said.

“What?”

“Pregnant,” she said again.

Kane rubbed a little at the bridge of his nose and sighed, then hauled back his hand and slapped her, hard enough to flip her from her knees onto her side. “I heard you the first time. Tell me what it means.”

The redhead started sobbing. “I don’t know how!”

“It means she’s cooking up a baby,” said the other.

Kane looked at her, and Raven recognized the gleam of early impatience in his eyes. “She’s what?”

“A baby human,” the blonde said. “You know, baby? You fuck, you get a baby?”

“A b—Ah. I see. Baby.” Kane examined the scanner again. “That explains it. Hm.” He punched at the keys of his little computer, probably updating his program.

“Please,” the redhead whimpered. “Please, mister—”

“Be quiet,” Kane said absently. “Let me think.”

“I’ll do anyth—”

He cracked his hand across her again and she screamed and began to sob louder. Kane closed his eyes briefly, then opened them, grim and set with determination, and hit her again, harder. The redhead stuffed her fists in her mouth and cried quietly. Kane eyed his weeping victim and then returned his attention to his monitor.

“Raven, are you asleep?” he asked, raising his voice only a little.

“Not yet.”

“Come and find out about this baby. How…soon it is…How old it is.”

Raven got up and eased over to sit on the redhead’s other side as Kane turned his attention to the blonde.

“This is the part where I offer you the best fuck of your life,” the blonde said seriously.

Kane formed a thin smile.

“Look, I’m not going to play you,” said the blonde biker. “I do a lot of dope and as much coke as I can, and I’ve probably got the clap. But I will fuck you. I’ll fuck you until you scream. I’ll fuck you until you make me scream. I’ll fuck you any way you want. I’ll drink your piss if you want me to. I saw you looking at your girl and Rosie Harper. If you want, you can fuck me while I eat her out. Or we can do each other sixty-nine. We can take you together if you want. You’ve never fucked Earther until you’ve had a tit-rub. Swear. You can pierce me. You can pierce me yourself. You can cum all over her and I’ll lick it off her if you want. Just let me live, okay? Just let me live.”

“Dope, coke, clap,” Kane echoed, and reached for his scanner. “The drugs can be cleaned. This…clap…that too can be cleaned, but it will take longer. And I am not inclined to wait.”

But Raven shrewdly noted that Kane didn’t simply kill her. He leaned on his arms, still smiling. ‘Convince me,’ his posture said, and the blonde biker spoke posture pretty well.

“Tell me what you want me to do,” she said intently. “I’ll do anything. I’ll get down in that blood and suck you off right now. I’ll suck him off, if you want me to.”

Kane glanced at the dead biker when she pointed and said ‘him’, and his smile became a little wider. He looked back at Raven, considering her, and then down at his scanner.

The blonde was silent, unblinking. The only sound was Raven’s own low voice whispering to the redhead, and the redhead’s hushed weeping.

“I believe I can work with you,” Kane said at length. “I can fuck you for a few days at least. That is your only purpose, and it doesn’t necessarily mean that you will live to see the back of me. Give me your arm.”

The blonde held out her bound wrists and Kane slit them apart with one claw. As he loaded the funny little air gun he used for injecting, he remarked, “I appreciate your candor, human, and I’ll give it back to you. I will kill you the instant I suspect that you are…playing me. I’ll kill you if you slow me down. I’ll kill you if you anger me. I’ll kill you if you provoke me, inconvenience me, or bore me. Understand that.”

“Check, chief.”

“This—” Kane’s hand came down on Raven’s thigh and squeezed. “—is mine. I’ll kill you if you threaten her. You’re here for me to fuck for a few days. Her, I mean to keep.” He squeezed again, a warning Raven felt as comfort as she tried quietly to coax the redhead to speak.

Kane nodded once, shoved her head to once side, and injected her in the base of her neck. It raised a thin red circle, but that was all.

“My name is Sue-Eye,” said the blonde biker.

“I don’t care,” he replied, and turned his attention back to his computer and the vials of brain juice he’d collected.

“You can call me whatever you want.”

“Yes. I can. Raven, what is she saying?”

The redhead hadn’t said anything. Raven shrugged an answer, her arms still around the biker’s shoulders.

Kane nodded, as if this were the answer he expected. “Go sleep then.”

Raven stood up and moved back toward the bench, fully expecting to hear the brittle crack of the redhead’s skull being broken open for harvest. Instead, she heard Kane asking in a low voice if the biker wanted to see the sun come up.

“Yes, sir,” the redhead sniffled.

“Go and bring me every bit of money in this room. Put it here on the table. If there’s blood on the money, clean it off. Then I want you to take the fuel out of those vehicles and put it into the car I came in until it is fully fueled. I will be watching you, and I will catch you if you run and make you wait for hours before I finish killing you. Understand me, human.”

“Yes, sir,” she said again, a breathless whisper.

“Look at me. Look right at me. That’s right. If you behave yourself and obey me, I will leave you here alive in the morning. I have done it before.”

Virtually the same speech he’d given to Raven. She relaxed a little, sliding into the booth and stretching out there, making a pillow of her hands. She was reasonably sure the redhead would be alive in the morning, or at least, if she weren’t, it would be her own fault.

“And you, go sleep.”

Raven heard footfalls and the creak of leather approach her, and then the shuffling sounds of a body settling into the same booth. She opened her eyes and saw the biker looking at her underneath the table. They stared at each other as Kane sat working at his lab and the redhead went around picking the pockets of the dead.

“Hi,” the biker breathed.

Raven chewed her lip. “Hi.”

“I’m Sue-Eye.”

“I’m Raven.”

“Sleep,” Kane commanded, without turning.

He means it, Raven tried to say telepathically.

Sue-Eye spoke silence as well she spoke posture. She closed her eyes at once.

Raven lay awake and listened to the low tak-tak-tak of Kane’s claws at his computer, the faint humming and bubbling of his chemicals and tools as he built his drug, and eventually, the thick snapping and gurgling pleas as he returned to the work of harvesting. She slept.

*

“Up.”

Raven jerked awake, struck her head on the side of the table, and struggled upright.

Kane, satisfied that she wouldn’t fall back to sleep, moved away from the booth and shouldered his pack. There were six more strange bikers on the floor, one of them a woman. Blood was now so thick around the center table that it hadn’t soaked into the floorboards, hadn’t even dried to a crust. The redhead was sleeping with her head on her folded arms, strands of her hair lying in a clotted puddle of the biker chief’s bloody brain matter. Sue-Eye was standing near the bar, looking solemn and very alert.

“Get your head together and drink something,” Kane said, striding towards the table where the redhead sat sleeping. “I want to get moving.”

He only had to touch her and the redhead came up with a shriek, arms slapping wildly all around her.

Raven flinched instinctively, dead certain she was about to see the girl’s head fly across the room, but Kane actually burst out laughing, stepping back with one arm up to fend off the biker’s puny blows.

“All right, that’s enough,” he said, still grinning. He caught one of the redhead’s wrists and she grew instantly still, staring up at him and shivering, white as milk. “Up,” Kane said, and gently towed her from her seat, only to take the chair for himself and pull her back down onto his lap. He put his arm around her, smiling like a shark and holding her pinned in his eyes, and then took out the funny spray-thing he kept in his pack.

“You said you’d let me live,” the redhead whimpered.

“This isn’t going to kill you,” Kane replied, and pushed the thing into her arm. It hissed as it performed its injection, and left a dime-sized red circle behind. “Now. Look at me, human. Right at me. That’s it. Listen well. I am going to leave very soon and I am leaving you behind. I understand that this means you will soon have the opportunity to tell others what has happened here tonight. No, keep looking at me,” he interjected as the redhead started to look spacily around the blood-soaked room. “Can you guess what I just put into your body?”

The biker gave him a miserable and blank-eyed look. “Poison?”

“No. I put something in you so that I can find you again, if I should, for example, turn on the TV and discover that the lawmen of your world are seeking for me or my Raven. Because if I see that, human, I am going to know exactly who told them who to look for.”

The redhead clasped her hands together and nodded, her eyes welling with silent tears.

“And if I have to come for you, I promise—” Kane put the scalpel-pen back in his pack and laid his empty hand over the biker’s belly, his eyes never wavering from hers. “—this little one will be walking and talking before I let you die of the things that I will do to you.”

The redhead squeezed her eyes shut and kept nodding.

“Very good.” Kane lifted her off his lap and set her on her feet again, giving her a careful tap on the ass to send her on her way. As the redhead walked woodenly to the door, he stood and looked over at Raven and Sue-Eye, still standing close together by the bathroom door.

Kane reached out the bottle of antibiotics he’d made for Raven and tossed it to her, saying, “Clean up together. Very clean, Raven,” he added, closing his pack and shouldering it. “But don’t make me wait too long.” He glanced at the sky as he passed the window, and paused a few moments, his head cocked. “I think it’s cooler today,” he remarked, and went out into the parking lot.

“Cooler, huh. What’s the weather got to do with it?” Sue-Eye asked, following Raven to the bathroom.

“He doesn’t like the heat,” Raven answered after a pause. She peed quickly and scrubbed at herself as best she could with a handful of paper towels before changing her tampon. She took her time with her piercings, carefully daubing them down wherever she suspected she still had leavings from the previous night’s events, and then rubbing in a good handful of Kane’s antibiotic juice.

Sue-Eye watched for a little while, then ran a little water in the sink and helped. Her hands were like leather, worn and rough to the touch, but she was gentle with them. Kane would probably appreciate that.

“When it gets really hot, he gets…horny, I guess, for lack of a better word,” Raven continued.

Sue-Eye nodded grimly. “I get it.”

“No, you don’t. You think you do, but you really don’t. He’ll need to get off about ten times in order to really get off. And I think it hurts when he does. At least, I know it hurts when he can’t, so he’s pretty much in a bad mood if he’s got to wait. And he’s…well, trying to work, you know, so anything that distracts him from that is not a good thing.”

“Can I ask you something?”

Raven regarded her warily. “Yeah.”

Sue-Eye’s gaze was almost as sharp as Kane’s could be, and her voice, although devoid of overt accusation, was flat and intense. “Why doesn’t he just fuck you anyway? So you’ve got your period, so what? It won’t kill him, and it won’t kill you.”

“I know. I think he just thinks it’s gross. Maybe his kind don’t have periods.”

“Maybe.” Sue-Eye stared her down a little longer. “Why’d you let him think taking it up the ass could make your period worse, or hurt you, or whatever?”

“Just…” Raven trailed off, looked away, looked back. “Just to have him think something that I knew was wrong. Like a secret. And to keep him…you know, from being so rough.”

Sue-Eye nodded, but it was a slow nod, and Raven couldn’t tell what she was thinking. “What’s he doing with the people he kills?”

“Making drugs.”

“Is he going to kill me?”

“I don’t know.” Raven moved her shoulders in a helpless shrug. “He says he’s going to keep me, but I don’t know that, either. Maybe. What do you want from me?”

“Ever fucked a girl before?”

The abrupt shift of questioning took Raven slightly off-guard. She offered the blonde biker a lop-sided smile. “Last night.”

“I think he got turned on by it,” Sue-Eye said seriously. “We should do some of that.”

Raven only shrugged. She knew Kane well enough by now to know Sue-Eye was right, but that didn’t mean she wanted to do anything about it.

Sue-Eye spread her hands slightly, but the accusation in her eyes robbed the gesture of any real empathy. “I want to live through this. Pretend you like it, okay? You don’t have to do me unless he says so, you just writhe around a lot and make him horny.”

“He’s not going to give a damn if it’s hot,” Raven told her. “I’m not kidding. You’ll just piss him off if you play games.”

“Fair enough. But he’ll like it at night when it’s cooler, and that’s when he’ll be wondering whether or not to keep me or kill me. So you go along with it, because if you rat me out, honey, I’ll rat you right back.”

Raven stared at her, feeling a chill shiver down through her stomach to the soles of her feet. Sue-Eye continued to stare for a little while longer, then nodded once, turned, and marched out to join Kane. Raven washed her face slowly, studying the trapped-animal look her own eyes presented her with, and tried to think. Did she have a friend now or an enemy? She didn’t know, but she didn’t like the way the little circle of her and Kane now suddenly had to expand to admit this new stranger. Life was like a bone Kane held over them, and now it felt horribly like a bone this Sue-Eye didn’t want to share.

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