It was dark, but I could see from her hourglass silhouette that she was a woman. A well shaped woman. She wore a too-tight gray T-shirt and shapeless shorts of the same prison-gray. Her wrists were shackled together. She sat cross-legged on her cot, looking at me.
"You must be very brave." Her voice was sexy as well as soothing. I must have looked confused, because she went on; "You went through a lot and did not give them what they want, else you would not be here."
I shook my head. "No, just a little forgetful. I can't think straight, I forget the details..."
"It is probably the drugs. They gave them to me also. Rest - You will need time after all they have done."
Suddenly it all came rushing back; The beatings, the electric shocks, the injection...
Jenny.
My hand went to my still-bare midriff. Her dried blood was still there. Nausea, sweeping through me; I pitched forward and retched violently, but bitter bile and saliva was all that was in my stomach.
My cell mate had moved to stand next to my cot, her hand on my arm. "It's all right. It will pass" Her voice was smooth.
"She's dead!" I choked out. "They cut her open! She died because I didn't tell them where I put the canister. Because I couldn't remember." I rolled onto my back, awash in despair. "If I hadn't forgotten, she would still be alive!"
"No, that is not true!" She knelt and pressed into me. I felt the warmth of a meaty tit press against my arm. Her hand caressed me, stroking where Jenny's blood had dried. "If you had told them, she would still be dead, and so would you." Her face drew near. "I, too, am not dead only because they are missing the data relay. So you see, you saved us both..." Her voice was intoxicating. "I have you to thank for my life." Her hand slipped into my shorts.
I was racked with grief, and welcomed her solace. I took her hard and deep. I attacked her with all my rage and sorrow, and she took it and gasped for more. We fucked for quite a while, our chains rattling, and before I was done I had violated her mouth and taken her in the ass, too. She squealed prettily, as I hurt her, but I couldn't care. Not yet. When she had taken my come a number of times, we relented and curled up on my cot.
"My name is Alyssa." She said softly into the stillness that followed. "I was to be your contact at the cafe. They took me after the fight, but they keep me alive until they are sure I don't know where the canister is.
"I know where it is." I said. "I put it..."
She whirled to face me, silencing me with a finger over my lips. I could taste her secretions. "Do not say it!" She glanced around meaningfully, then leaned close to whisper in my ear; "They are probably listening. Once they know, we are dead." Her shoulder-length hair was soft and smelled warm.
"Now you tell me!" I grumbled, then set about making her squeal again.
****
In the morning she was back on her own cot. When she saw that I was awake, she came over to whisper.
"We must escape before they find the relay. They must not get it back. They will kill us soon, whether we give it to them or not."
"But how?"
"They will come soon. To feed us, to interrogate you, to kill me. They will be prepared. But if we make them come sooner, perhaps we can surprise them."
I thought about that. "That won't be easy. They may be expecting me to try something. If you try anything, they'll kill you."
"Not if they already think me dead." Her beautiful face was furrowed in seriousness. "I want you to kill me. Loudly. When they come, I will try to overpower them."
I couldn't think of an alternative.
****
"You fucking bitch!"
I squeezed my hands around her throat. She thrashed on the floor, kicking. "I'll kill you, you worthless Fuck!" Her breasts heaved in the half-light. "You sold us out! You goddamn worthless cunt bitch WHORE!" Her body spasmed. I knew I was bruising Alyssa's neck, but I was pretty sure she would forgive me.
When we heard footsteps outside, Alyssa lay still, her eyes closed, her tongue lolling out one side of her mouth.
A guard clattered into the cell. She looked at the corpse. She looked at me. She drew a knife from her belt and ordered me across the cell. As I backed away, she sidestepped into the space between me and the body, never taking her eyes off me. Which meant she wasn't watching the body. Alyssa had the chain around her neck before she realized her mistake. She couldn't breathe, let alone shout for help. I grabbed the knife away then stepped back to watch her struggle. After a couple of minutes the guard sagged to the ground.
"The keys..." Alyssa gasped. I realized I may have been a little too realistic. I frisked the guard's body, but her scant outfit couldn't conceal much.
Finally, I slid my hand into the valley between her still-warm breasts. My fingers touched metal. "Figures." I muttered. I should have thought to look there first. We were quickly unchained.
"Let us go." Allysa was already halfway out the door.
"Wait." I looked at the corpse. "She may be faking."
"No..." Something flickered in Alyssa's eyes.
"You did." I grabbed the guard's head and lifted it for a good look. I was disappointed to see it wasn't the bitch in purple. I pressed the tip of the dagger into her bare navel. I pressed down slowly. Her flesh caved in, then finally gave, the tip of the dagger sinking into her belly.
Her eyes flew open. I snarled. Covering her mouth, I shoved the knife hard, and twisted. The guard's hands clawed at my arms, then subsided. I didn't make me feel better, but I was surprised at how easy it was.
I stood up. Blood bubbled out of her torn belly in time with her waning heartbeats. I spat on her. "She was going to raise the alarm." Her fading eyes were looking at me.
"s... stay..." she gasped. "t... take me... ...again..." Her fingers twitched.
"I don't think so." I turned to Alyssa. "Now we can go."
The hallway was empty. Alyssa pointed the way and we ran. We came upon a sentry station by a door. A gunbelt lay on the countertop, bet there was no guard visible. I handed to knife to Alyssa, then quietly slipped the gun from the holster. It appeared to be loaded.
Soft little gasps came from behind the counter.
I peered over, gunsights first, to find a redhead staring up at her own gun. She was on the floor leaning against the wall. Her tight fitting pants were unzipped and pulled below her hips. Her hands remained frozen where I had startled her, at the glistening apex of her spread legs.
I looked at Alyssa who went around the counter. Alyssa looked at me. The sentry looked at Alyssa. Alyssa bent quickly and slashed the girl under her uplifted chin. Blood erupted onto her impressive chest. She looked genuinely surprised.
Another minute found us outside, blinking in the daylight. We emerged from the cellar of what appeared to be a wine shop. I didn't stop to be check.
"That is the automobile they brought me in." Alyssa was pointing to a black car which looked to me like every other car on the street. It was unlocked. Alyssa found the keys on the dash. I couldn't believe our luck.
As she speed down the winding streets, hunger and weariness sagged into me. I took my first good look at Alyssa as my eyes adjusted to the bright sunlight. Her straight hair was a light, mousy brown. Her mammaries were of fantasy proportion, quivering gently as we drove. Her eyes were frost blue and her lips were sculpted perfection as she spoke.
"We are fortunate."
She looked just like the assassin in the green jumpsuit.
"Now we get the relay."
The assassins that didn't know I was watching.
"Yes. The relay."
I hoped she couldn't hear the tension in my voice.