Free Savages Recruit by Loki Renard Page A

at her. “We need you for your math skills, Zora, that much is true, but you won't be working at the compound. You'll be in the field.”
    “In the...” Zora's mouth dropped open as she realized what he meant. “You mean getting shot at?”
    “Hopefully not, but it is a possibility,” Savage nodded.
    “No. Fucking. Way,” Zora said, emphasizing each word. “You've got the wrong person.”
    “I don't think so,” he shook his head.
    “Yes, you do. I can't go out and do things like that. I'm a fucking accountant! I watch television! You need some G.I Jane lady.”
    Savage smiled slightly. “You watch too many movies.”
    “No, I watch enough movies,” Zora disagreed. “I watch just enough movies to keep me safe inside and not out in the middle of nowhere getting shot at.” She sat back, then yelped as her sore backside made full contact with the seat. “This is why you've been thrashing me? Are you fucking kidding me?”
    “Watch your language, Ms Matthews,” Savage said sternly.
    “Fuck off. My language is the least of your worries.”
    “I will take your pants down in this van,” he warned.
    “God, I don't care,” Zora frowned. She'd been sitting there wondering if he liked her and the whole time he was planning to get her shot at. “Fuck, I am such an idiot,” she exclaimed.
    Savage's demeanor was swiftly returning to that of the no nonsense disciplinarian. “One more time and you'll be back over my knee.”
    “Stop it,” Zora insisted. “Stop fucking....”
    She did not get much further. True to his word, Savage reached for her and manhandled her across the small space between them. “No!” Zora shrieked, suddenly aware of the very real threat to her bottom. “Please!” She was pressed up against his body, mere inches from being over his knee. She tried to resist, but his muscles were like bands of iron. She was helpless when he wanted to enforce his will and in short order she ended up face down, balancing over one of his thighs like a see saw.
    “Now listen,” Savage said firmly, placing his hand on her bottom. “I know you're afraid. But trust me, I am not going to let anything happen to this,” he patted her rear gently. “And once we're done training, you'll be ready for whatever the world has to throw at you, okay?”
    His hand was large and warm, and the feeling of it against her sore bottom was strangely comforting. The same strength that had frightened her moments before was now being presented in a different light, as a sheltering force. “Why would you do that? Why would you care what happened to me?”
    “Because underneath it all you're an innocent woman who doesn't deserve what's happening to her,” Savage said. “That's the way of the world. Bad things happen to good people. I joined the military because I wanted to stop some of those things. You're not going to be harmed on my watch as long as you do as you're told.”
    She couldn't see his face, all she could see was the carpet on the van floor, but there was a note of very real sincerity in his voice. Instinctively she trusted him. He was not denying the danger, but he was offering her some measure of protection from it. “Thank you for telling me what's going on at least,” she said, finding some measure of gratitude.
    “You're welcome,” he replied, letting her up. “When we get to the camp I'll get you some lotion for your behind,” he said, glancing towards her rear as she kneeled on the seat, keeping her hind quarters out of contact.
    “That's awfully kind of you,” she mumbled. She did not move back to the side of the van she'd been on.  Instead she perched where he'd let her up, close enough to him that they were almost touching.
    “You'll be briefed on the exact details closer to the time,” he informed her. “But I can tell you this, it should be a clean and simple operation, no casualties, no fire.”
    Zora nodded and picked at a spot on the desk with her index finger. Her nerves were all too