Merc's Revenge

Things continued in this strange bliss for weeks. We added fucking to our list of eating, shooting up, looting and sleeping. He asked for everything when we got into bed. He wanted blow jobs and hand jobs and fifty different positions. Everything I did made him groan with pleasure. I was his good little rabbit and he told me so every night. And when we were done, he would pull me in close and we would sleep until noon, worn out and warm. Things were going beautifully.

I sat quietly and worked on reconfiguring a computer while Toombs was out “on business”. It was raining a hot, light rain that brought out all the terrible smells of the city. I was smiling to myself at having stumbled into such a situation, safe and dry, with a very entertaining friend. A shiver went over the back of my neck and scalp thinking about how our nights were spent.

“Hey angelface, make yourself presentable,” I heard him call from outside the door.

He walked in with a tall man with a short, sharp, black mohawk, both arms covered in elaborate tattoos, silver and black cuffs on his wrists, and dark, terrible eyes that looked me up and down while his mouth never changed from its rigid frown. I pulled my hair back into a messy knot and smiled at the freak. He was most likely a mark of sorts. Toombs and I were going to take him for something.

“There she is,” Toombs said, holding out his arm. “Yours for an hour, no marks, no injuries, got it?”

The man nodded and took a step towards me, unbuckling his belt. He wagged his pierced tongue at me and laughed.

“What is this? Get away from me,” I said, stepping back.

Toombs wrapped an arm around my waist tightly and sunk his fingers into the flesh of my hip.

“Excuse us for a moment,” he said to the man, and escorted me to the makeshift bathroom of our home. Once we were out of sight and earshot he shoved me against the wall.

“What is this Jason, what’s going on?” I hissed.

He covered my mouth with his hand and got very close to my face, the closest he'd ever been in the daylight. His other hand pulled and twisted my silver necklace until it was tight as a tourniquet around my throat.

“You told me, Lanie. You promised you weren't going to be a prissy bitch about this. You promised to repay me.”

“I did repay you, Toombs,” I choked out. “I repaid you over and over.”

He lifted my face by putting his fingers under my chin. “Honey, that wasn't payment, that was me testing the goods.”

I felt tears sting the corners of my eyes. My throat was tight. I cut my gaze to the left looking for an exit and he pushed me hard against the wall again with his hips.

“One hour, Lanie. One hour of sex. Less if he's a quick shooter. He won't hurt you.”

“I'm already hurt.”

“Give me a break,” he said. He looked like a stranger again, for once not smiling with confidence. “Go out there and behave yourself and I'll be here waiting for you. Don't fight him. Don't be a bitch. He won't like it. You hear me?”

“Will you be watching me?”

He kissed me on the forehead and I stepped out to the bedroom. “You'll be safe.”

The man was already naked, tattooed all the way down to his navel, a thorny vine inked around his right thigh. His cock was hard and long, and he stroked it slowly, his eyes never leaving mine.

“You suck cock?”

He had an accent I couldn't place, another planet, another world. I nodded at him and walked closer.

“Get your tits out and suck me off,” he said, taking a hit off of a silver flask.

I pulled my tank top over my head and knelt in front of my customer. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and jerked my head backwards, watching as he shoved himself into my mouth and down my throat.

“Keep those pretty blue eyes open,” He said, thrusting in and out. “Oh, you're crying. I like that,” he said, pushing harder. “You're crying now, just imagine what you’ll be doing later.”

The man left after forty minutes, giving me the charge he agreed upon with Toombs, plus tip and three cigarettes. I curled into a ball on Toombs' bed, pulling a blanket up to my chin.

“Lanie?” He asked softly, walking towards me.

“Leave me alone.”

“Did he hurt you? Let me see you.”

He pulled the blanket away and flipped me onto my back. I turned my head to look at the wall, to avoid his eyes that I always loved the look of.

“You look ok, don't be dramatic,” he said, sitting on the bed next to me. “Where's the money?” I pulled the money off of the table beside the bed and threw it at him, including the tip. “Look at you, rabbit. You're good enough to get extra.”

“Is this it, can I go?”

“You would leave me angel? After all this time,” he said, laying beside me. He threw his arm over my waist and pulled me back against his chest. He was warm. “I told you I would get you a job. I told you I’d take care of you. I promise that every time you do this, I’ll make you feel better afterwards,” he said, his thumb rubbing over my nipple. I cringed. “Just think, a few more weeks of this and you and I can go live in a palace up on a hill. I know a lot of guys, a lot of mercs and criminals who are aching for what you got. We’ll have a pool and big windows, and we’ll look down on this fucking city and know we beat it. How does that sound?” He kissed the side of my neck and I tried to stop crying. “I promise they won't hurt you.”

“I don’t want to be a whore Jason,” I said. He put a trail of kisses down my spine his hand slipped between my legs.

“Sure you do angel, look at you, you're wet.” He ground his hips against mine, his cock was hard, there was no sleep in my future.
“Do you think I’m pretty, Toombs?”

He kissed me again on the neck and then on my shoulder. “Of course I do Lanie. That’s how I knew you’d bring in such good money.”