Free Credit Rush OutPost Krone by Simon E Bond Page B

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    “Stout? What could he be doing here?” thought Charlie; he could not see a living soul around him.
    "Hello, did your beating make you deaf?" said Stout.
    "Where the fuck are you? You sick bastard!" screamed Charlie.
    "Let me explain; you are on the surface of a distant planet, one of the Stelt moons,” replied Stout, savouring the moment. "You have a chip in your head, I control it, do anything other than the tasks I have for you and you die with one flick of a switch,”
    As he wiped the sweat from his brow, Stout took pleasure watching his subject take it all in while he sat and watched Charlie through the screen.
    Charlie stood up but his knees started to buckle beneath him from lack of strength with the extreme heat. The sensation of dryness was getting to him and the thirst started to become more uncomfortable. He started to lick his lips, then placing his hands into both pockets for a false hope there may be some kind of liquid but the pockets lay bare.
    "Shit… this heat, it's too much,” said Charlie panting as he removed the top half of the coverall that was soaked with sweat.
    "I take it you need some water; that will be part of your task,” said Stout.
    "This is no game; I need water now, damn it,” demanded Charlie as he kicked his boot into the ground and the sand blew back at him.
    "Work for it; but remember, fail and it’s lights out,” replied Stout. His hand hovered over the kill switch at his control panel but activating the chip would be too easy, killing Charlie now would make him look like a bad sport.
    "You can't do this to me. Please, I can give you more credits if that is what makes you tick,” said Charlie in desperation.
    Silence followed and Charlie called out again, "Are you listening to me?" Stout had him were he wanted—in the middle of desolate place, in a desert, on a nearby moon, with a harsh environment for company.
    Charlie began to move. His feet trudged one step after the other with the sand almost up to his knees as he sank further and made the job of gaining distance even harder.
    The sweat and heat was becoming more unbearable with every stride but he knew he had to keep moving towards the mountains in the distance.
    "He is struggling, sir," the android said over Stout's shoulder.
    "Let him; he’ll be fine, besides he’ll come across the first set of containers soon,” Stout replied.
    Stout could see Charlie's view through his control panel; the microchip sent back any information Stout required—Charlie's body stats; heartbeat; pulse; everything was easily accessible.
    After what seemed like an age, he had reached the foot of the first mountain; sharp rocks covered the bottom.
    “So he wants me to climb this?”thought Charlie with despair.
    "Do not let me down; this is endurance test one, which you do not want to fail,” said Stout watching Charlie's view closely.
    Charlie took deep breaths as he reached for the first set of rocks with hands and pulled himself up. The sharpness of the rocks cut into each of his sweaty palms; he nearly lost his grip but managed to cling on as he started his ascent.
    “Fuck, keep going; don't look down”, thought Charlie as he pressed on with his climb.
    He turned his head all he could see was nothing but sand below him and the breeze was still doing nothing to change the humid air all around him.
    "What do you want next? What is going on?" said Charlie.
    "Keep climbing to the top; there will be two containers awaiting you,” replied Stout.
    "You leaving gifts for me now?" replied Charlie sarcastically as he continued to climb.
    He reached a ledge on the mountain face and climbed onto it to catch his breath and gain some energy back.
    His trousers were sodden with sweat; so much so he decided to remove them and continue in his boxer shorts.
    Stout touched the screen in front of him with his finger moving it across the image of Charlie's body, a cold shiver shot up Stout's spine as perverted thoughts ran through his