I don't move my hand from Reina's chin, letting the weight of my gaze pin her more effectively than any psychic force could. "You've made the right choice, Kato," I rumble, my voice dropping an octave. "But words are cheap. You told me you were mine—now prove it. Strip. Everything. Then get on all fours, side-by-side. I want those asses high and those pussies open for me."
[POV: Reina Kato]
It's happening. The nightmare I was trying to bargain away is here, and there's no room left for 'credits.' My skin is on fire where he touched me, and my stomach is doing slow, nauseating flips. If I do this, we live. I have to be the one to lead, or Rika is going to die right here in the dirt.
Reina's throat bobs as she swallows. The defiance in her eyes has turned into a glassy, feverish compliance. Her fingers fumble with the remaining fabric of her shredded tactical suit. She peels the dark material away, her movements frantic yet heavy. The black compression tank follows, revealed breasts heaving with her panicked heart. She doesn't stop until the last of her gear is a heap in the dust, leaving her pale, athletic frame shivering and utterly bare under the harsh floodlights.
[POV: Rika Voss]
Everything is cold and then hot. I can't feel my hands, but I can feel my heart in my throat. He took the stone, but he still wants us. I'm just meat. Just something for him to use. If I move, if I do what he says, maybe the pain stops. Please, let it just be over.
Rika follows Reina's lead like a ghost. She strips with a vacant, wide-eyed stare. Her skin is a map of goosebumps and dark, humiliated flushes. Side-by-side, they drop to their hands and knees.
"Higher," I command.
They obey instantly, shifting their weight until their asses are thrust upward. Reina's sleek black ponytail drapes over her shoulder, her face turned back toward me, her teeth biting into her lower lip. Rika is a mirror of her partner, her crimson hair a splash of violence against the pale arch of her back.
I step into the narrow space between their trembling thighs. My hands descend, fingers digging into the soft flare of Rika's hips. "Don't look away," I rumble. "I want you to feel every inch of what you've traded the Moon Stone for."
I drive forward, parting her slick folds and sinking hilt-deep into her core. Rika's world becomes a roadmap of tremors.
"Look at her, Reina," I command. "Look at what happens to a good Rocket operative when she finally finds a real Master."
[POV: Reina Kato]
He's inside her. The sound she made... it's going to be me next. I'm watching her break, and I'm next. My skin is on fire. I have to show him I'm better, more useful, more compliant. I can taste her. Rika's salt and his musk. It's sickening and electric. If I do this better than she does, he'll keep me.
Reina doesn't hesitate; she leans in with a feverish desperation, her tongue flickering out to lap at the fluids leaking from Rika's folds and the base of my cock as it slides in and out of her partner. She moans into the contact, a muffled, needy sound.