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“He showed me both his cocks. So excited to get with me he fisted himself in front of me. Begged me to open the door so he could have his way with me.”

“I’ll believe the part about begging you to open the door, Billy. Other than that, I’m not buying it.”

“I’m not lying.”

“Psychosis will do that. You believe all the crazy shit your mind makes up.”

Zorn is so out of it, I consider calling one of the bots to carry him up the steps, but we manage. He leans heavily on my arm as we mount the steps behind Jason One who has a death grip on Billy’s upper arm.

When we get back upstairs, Jason ties her up as I settle Zorn onto a kitchen chair. I run to the closet and find a random assortment of clothing, then return to the kitchen and start layering him. Any legging that won’t cut off the circulation to my favorite blue cocks goes onto his lower half.

T-shirts, sweaters, and sweatshirts get pulled over his head. The pièce de résistance is a huge old woolen coat I found in the front hall closet. I do believe it’s leftover since the last male lived here over eighty years ago.

“Better?”

He nods.

I comm mom. “How far away are you?” I ask.

“Less than half an hour, honey. We’ll rescue your male. Well, I won’t, but Drennan’s team is amazing. Most of them were in her squad in the military. As soon as we have him, we’ll give you the coordinates and you’ll see him. I knew you’d like him.”

“Yes, mom. I do like him.” I hear grunts of disgust from the corner. “But you won’t have to give me the coordinates. I’m already here.”

“What?”

“What?” Drennan asks. She’s speaking directly into my mom’s comm. “You’ve located the house? Do not go in. That’s an order, Annora.”

“I’ve got the house secured,” I say, feeling so proud of myself for having watched so many hours of cop shows. “There are five women here, two have been stunned, all are tied up. I’m about to make Zorn some tea, he’s sliding into torpor.”

“Damn it, Annora! What part of ‘don’t go in there’ did you not understand?”

“The part of ‘I care about him and couldn’t stand by while assholes were hurting him’, that’s what. Why don’t you get it in gear and hurry?”

“You care about me, Annora? Really?” He may be weak as a kitten, but he reaches over and pulls me onto his lap. “I have feelings for you, too. I’m so sorry about the things I said to you. I didn’t want them to hurt you.”

“I know that. I figured it out almost immediately. No need to apologize.”

I’m sitting crosswise on his lap, my hip snugged against his flat belly. “I was so worried about you,” I whisper.

We hear a hover parking outside. I glance out the kitchen window and fear slams through me as I realize it’s not the No Shame security team, it’s more anti-woggers. Shit.

“There were eight of them. Three went to get a better vid camera. I think they needed it to record my execution.”

He says that so matter-of-factly it takes an extra moment to register. Every muscle in my body tightens as my eyes fly wide in panic.

Jumping to my feet, I try to pull him toward the pantry. He’s in no position to be part of the fight. I just want him safe.

“That’s right, get in the pantry,” he orders, his voice no longer weak. Somehow, he’s pulled strength from deep inside himself and has transformed into Captain Krine.

The stunner I’d laid on the table is already in his hand.

I may not be able to force him into the pantry, but I’m not going in there either.

“Zorn, the Hugh model has a real laser. Take it. There have to be more lasers in the house, we just don’t have time to find them.

Give me the stunner. Sexbots, use any means necessary to keep anyone from entering the house. ”

Six of them stand at the front door, two guard the rear. Legless Eric is still poised on the floor, watching the captives.

By the time the three women exit the Riptide Sprint they’re driving, Zorn has the laser and I have the stunner.

“Annora, I’m begging you, please hide while I take care of this.”

“Not on your life, babe.”

We’re flanking the kitchen window, peeking out at the women as they approach the house, one of them carrying a box. They’re laughing happily, no doubt excited about killing a wog in a few minutes.

“Fuck you, bitches,” I swear under my breath.

The one carrying the package walks in first. Two Jason models grab her, cover her mouth, and begin tying her up before she can warn the others.

Something must have alerted the second woman. She’s pulling her laser as she mounts the steps. The third woman grabs hers as well.

These women must have been practicing with their weapons in some militia-style bunker somewhere. They’re not acting like the people in the vids I’m copying, they’re acting like they know what they’re doing.

“Bobbie, we’ll breach together. Once inside, you go right; I’ll go left.”

“Okay, Mary.”

When the door bursts open, Zorn clamps his arms around Bobbie. His superior strength, even in his debilitated condition, overpowers her immediately. Mary peeks around the doorframe and shoots me before she steps through the door.

Zorn

Annora’s hit! It’s as if my own body received the shot. Pain sears my shoulder. I pass the female I subdued to two of the bots who were at the ready with strips of cloth to bind her, then run to Annora’s side. She’s hit in the shoulder, right where I felt the pain.

I’ve been a soldier my entire adult life. I’ve never made as big of a tactical error as I am right now by squatting on the floor next to the female I love, my back to my enemy. I could blame it on the near torpor, but all I can focus on is Annora.

“Hands behind your head, hisser. If you don’t, I’ll finish the job on your little wog-loving friend there.”

I was in and out of consciousness on the ride from Yellowstone the day they brought me here. But I’m certain this is their leader, and she is as ruthless as the enemies of our planet, the Vren.

I put my palms on the back of my head, complying instantly, not wanting her to kill Annora.

“She’s human. Your government would punish you if you kill her,” I say, fighting not for my life, but for Annora’s.

“We all knew this fight could end in a death sentence when we signed on,” she sneers. Motioning her gun toward the stairs, she says, “Carry your girlfriend down there. You just doubled the fun of our little video.”

A legless male sexbot has crawled next to Mary.

It hurls itself at her on a roll, crashing against her lower legs.

It’s not enough force to topple her but it pushes her off balance.

As she tears her gaze from Annora and me to shoot the bot, I launch to my feet and push her toward the bot so she loses her balance and falls over him.

My adrenaline takes over and that burst of energy allows me to shimmer enough to confuse Mary.

I launch myself backward, across the doorway, shooting my laser, hitting her in her shoulder.

Although I know better than to kill her, I wish I had a vaporize setting on my laser gun because I don’t just want her dead, I want her dust. How dare she touch my woman?

It’s the work of a moment to disarm and bind her hands and feet. Then I pick up the stunner and take great satisfaction in rendering Mary unconscious. Did I hold the trigger a little longer than necessary? I don’t care what she did to me, but she hurt my female.

After checking the other women to make certain they’re tightly bound. I station one bot in the front and one in the rear of the house as lookouts, then hurry to Annora. I pull off my coat, yank off a sweatshirt and press it against the wound to stem the flow of blood.

“I’ll find a way to get help, sweet,” I tell her as she coughs weakly. If only she would have hidden in the pantry, she’d be unharmed. I don’t have the heart to scold her, though. Without her bravery, I’d be locked in a cell in the basement about to be killed as a spectacle for all of Earth to see.

My head whips toward the window when I hear a hover approach. Annora’s weak, but she looks, then confirms, “Stand down, big guy. It’s my mother and the No Shame security force.”