Page 13 of Tribute
Rehz’s own cock was hard, but he knew better than to dare come himself. Even though technically he was no longer a trainee, Palk would punish him badly for that. As Rehz had found out, Palk never gave up those he’d trained. He considered them his sexual toys forever. And Rehz didn’t blame him. When it came down to it, Palk’s harsh training methods had ensured his survival. Offering the man his sexual services once a year seemed an adequate compensation for that.
And sometimes it was easier to submit and be used than it was to be the user. It also reminded him of what he needed to do for his own trainees and why he needed to do it. His breath hissed out as Palk shoved even deeper. Rehz refocused his attention on mapping the wood of the headboard and enduring. If past experience was anything to go by, he was in for a long, painful night.
If he succeeded in getting Anna Lee into the final stage of training, his submission was worth it. Palk would hopefully be in a better mood after fucking him all night and more likely to pass the trainees through. And if Lee survived, Rehz was free and clear of the program and could start making a new life for himself, although he had no idea what that would entail. A man could dream, though . . .
Palk came and held deep before slowly pulling out. Rehz stayed in position as the belt was unbuckled from around his throat. He tried not to tighten his muscles as the buckle snapped against his ass and Palk murmured his appreciation.
“That’s right, Akran. Take it and beg.”
There were strangers in the gym. Four men who were watching each training session intently. Eventually, everyone else was processed and the men came to stand by her and Kai. She was surprised to see Akran a pace behind the leader of the group. There was a bruise under his eye and his mouth looked bloodied and swollen. She’d gotten to know him so well that she sensed he was in physical pain when he moved.
“Kai, introduce me.”
Kai stepped back and thrust her in front of him. “This is Lee, Anna, General Palk. Rehz Akran’s trainee.”
“A female.” He glanced back at Akran. “An interesting choice when you know that ninety-five percent of them fail to progress with their training.”
“I believe she is an exception, sir.”
“We’ll have to see about that. Akran, take my coat and get out. In fact you may all leave while I have a little chat with Lee.”
Anna stood frozen as the tall blond man stripped off his uniform coat and pushed up his sleeves. He hadn’t fought any of the other trainees. What was so special about her? His disparaging remarks about her chances of succeeding stung. Didn’t he know that she’d beaten every single male at least once?
He slowly circled her, his pale silver eyes considering, and then bent to pick up a pair of practice swords. He threw one at her and she caught it.
“Come on then, Lee. Surprise me.”
She hit the ground again and spat out the bitter taste of sawdust along with defeat. He was playing with her now, taunting her. They’d used all different forms of weapons until it had come down to their bare fists. She licked blood from her lips and slowly got up.
His mouth quirked at the corner. “Why won’t you just stay down, Lee? Have a little cry and beg me to be nice to you. I’d enjoy that so much more than beating thegreezout of you.”
She raised her fists and he laughed. “I’ll admit that you have courage, but you’re still a weak and feeble female.”
“Then go ahead and beat me to death.” She was beyond caring about talking back. “If I fail, I’m going to be executed anyway, so that’s what you’ll have to do to shut me up and keep me down there.”
His hand came out and he slapped her cheek so hard her head snapped back. Even as she reeled away, he was on her, his fists and feet pounding into her until she was on her belly on the ground with him straddling her. He put his hand into her hair and jerked hard as he pulled up her tiny skirt and used his knee to spread her thighs wide.
“I might as well fuck you before you die.”
She shuddered as he pushed his cock deep inside her and fucked her with long, slamming strokes. She barely had time to breathe before he pulled out and started on her ass.
Thank the gods and Akran, this she could deal with—this she could endure, and when he came . . . She gathered all her strength and stayed still and quiet beneath him, just waiting and waiting . . .
He grunted as he released a hot pulse of come inside her ass and sagged over her. She pushed down on her hands and brought her knees up under her, arching her back to shove him off. As he rolled to one side, she grabbed the nearest weapon. Leaping onto his chest, she held it to his throat.
He smiled up at her. “Nice try, Lee. But if you kill me, everyone in this program will be executed alongside you.”
She hesitated for a second too long, and he reached up and grabbed her wrist. The sound of her thumb bone snapping, followed by excruciating pain, made her scream. Then he was standing again, his booted foot rolling her over as she cradled her broken hand.
“Better that you die, Lee, than anyone else, right? Who’d have thought a female like you would have a conscience?”
He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and nodded. “You’re finished. When you stop crying, take yourself to the medical unit. They can make you look pretty before we execute you.”
She didn’t know how long she lay there, rocking back and forth against the pain. Eventually another emotion surfaced that helped her get to her feet. There was no one around, but she hardly dared hope she was unobserved. Her anger continued to grow as she staggered toward the exit. Everything hurt, but she didn’t care.
In the main passageway, she used the rock wall to hold herself up as she made her slow way toward her destination. No one she passed even looked at her. It was like she didn’t exist anymore, and that was just fine by her. When she finally reached the door she wanted, she leaned on the control panel and listened to the alarm echo on the other side of the door.
“What the fuck do you want?”
