Free Planet of Pain by B. A. Bradbury Page A

woke with a start to find Taks pressed up against her back. His arms were around her and his finger was inside her vagina. ‘Morning,’ he murmured. ‘Sleep well?’
    She nodded.
    â€˜We’ve a few hours yet till you have to go back. Plenty of time for more “exercise”.’
    He chuckled, and she felt his cock pressing between her buttocks. Her anus was sore and she cried out, and slowly he began to move in her.
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Chapter 8
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    Sergeant Vaughan called for her at the appointed time, and she fell in behind him as they began to collect the others in reverse order. Cassie didn’t look any happier than she had ten hours previously, and the tough-looking young woman seemed pretty miserable too.
    â€˜Mine was a limp-dick lootenant,’ she complained to Jo in a whisper. ‘Had to suck on him half the goddam—’
    â€˜Stow it, Fournier,’ Vaughan said over his shoulder.
    â€˜Hey, sarge… I mean sir,’ she said, ‘how about fixing me up with a quartet of your horniest and best next time? Haven’t had me a decent fuck in weeks.’
    â€˜I said stow it.’
    Bel came out of her cabin looking very tired. The rest were picked up one by one and Vaughan returned them to their quarters. Nina Reyes spoke briefly with each woman, checking on her troops like a good officer should.
    â€˜Is Linda back, major?’ Bel asked.
    â€˜I’m afraid not,’ Nina said. ‘Sorry.’
    â€˜I was thinking of asking Sergeant Vaughan if he’s heard anything. Unless you’d rather talk to him yourself, as senior officer?’
    Nina shook her head. ‘I think you’ll do better; the sergeant and I got off to a bad start. Hell, I know you’ll do better. I never met a man yet who can resist a cleavage. Let me know how you get on.’
    She spotted Cassie and went to talk to her. Vaughan had disappeared, and Bel sat down to await his return. Jo headed for the showers, and was joined by the tough-looking young woman. As the soap found her anus, Jo gasped.
    â€˜Sore bum?’ her companion asked with a grin.
    â€˜Yes,’ Jo said tightly.
    â€˜Me too. I reckon my limp-dick lootenant’s a fag. My butt was the only thing he was interested in.’ She held out her hand. ‘Stella Fournier.’
    â€˜Jo O’Donnell.’
    They shook hands. Stella Fournier had a strong, confident grip, and the grin was infectious. Jo found herself smiling in spite of her troubles.
    â€˜You’re an officer, right?’ the woman said.
    Jo nodded. ‘Your favourite kind: a lieutenant.’
    â€˜Yeah? With a body like that I’m betting you don’t have no trouble with limp-dicks. I’d kill for tits like yours.’
    She stared at Jo in open admiration, and Jo stared back. Stella Fournier had an athlete’s build, hard and lean, with well-defined musculature and not an ounce of fat. Her belly was flat as a board, her breasts were small with prominent nipples, and her legs looked strong enough to kick down a blast door.
    They both realised they were staring at the same instant. Jo felt herself blushing, but Stella just laughed.
    â€˜Hell, we all gotta make do with what we got, right lootenant?’
    They talked as they soaked under the hot spray. Stella was a cargo handler off an old bulk freighter. They’d suffered drive failure and were scooped up by a League patrol.
    â€˜No-balls captain of ours refused to fight,’ she muttered. ‘Just handed over the female crew – that’s me – like I was so much goddam fuck-meat.’
    â€˜They didn’t take any men?’
    â€˜Naw, just me. Leaguers let them be after that. For all I know they’re still out there, trying to fix the drive.’
    Jo in turn told Stella about Firefly , and gave a brief rundown of everything that had happened, right up to their meeting with the admiral.
    â€˜Any idea why this Talmann guy stripped