Riot by Tillie Cole
With a surreal blankness now on his face, he walked out the door and called for a guard. When a Wraith arrived, Master instructed, “Take her to him. Lock her in his cell.” He smiled that sadistic smile and added, “Don’t let him out until he fucks her.”
I heard Maya’s almost inaudible gasp beside me. But I raised my head and prayed that my fear wasn’t showing. Master pointed to the guard. “Follow him.”
I walked forward. Just before I reached the guard, Master gripped my arm and slammed my back against the wall. Before I could catch my breath, he smashed his lips to mine, ravishing my mouth with his.
Master abruptly pulled back, then stormed toward Maya. I didn’t understand what he was about to do, until he gripped her by the back of her neck and slammed her small body against the wall. I stood, motionless, as Master lifted his hand and sliced it across her face. He was taking everything out on her. She was too young to take such a cruel hand!
Desperate, my eyes drifted to Maya’s, and my heart cracked when I saw in her eyes that she was no longer in the room. Mercifully, she had taken herself elsewhere.
By her reaction, I realized this wasn’t something new. Master had done this to the young girl before. Beat her. Hurt her, as though she was nothing … not even a human at all.
I felt sick to my stomach.
“Move!” The guard beside me ordered, as I stared helplessly at Maya hurting on the floor.
The male who had attached the bracelet worked on something at the back of the room, offering Maya no help. A surge of anger burned within me.
“I said move!” the guard snapped. I forced myself to follow him out of the room, ignoring the young boys in the cages, and into the hallway. When we reached the forked section, this time we went down the right hallway and descended. Unlike the left hallway, where it grew lighter the farther we walked, this hallway grew darker and danker.
My fear grew with every step we took. Then we reached a narrow hallway. There was a wider hallway to the left. I started when, from that direction, I heard the loud sound of males shouting. I swallowed back my nerves when the guard walked straight ahead. The noise faded the farther we traveled, until we arrived at a small section housing only a few cells. It was much quieter here.
I tried to understand where we were. The guard walked past the cells. I tried to peer in, but unlike others I had seen, these had some semblance of privacy. I heard soft moans coming from one. Instinctively, I knew that a female was being pleasured.
The guard stopped and reached for the door before us. When the door opened, the guard looked at me and snapped, “Get in.” I hesitated when I looked inside. I couldn’t see anyone in there, the room was so dark.
When I didn’t move, the guard gripped my arm and hauled me forward. He pushed me inside. I stumbled, landing on the hard ground of the cell. My heart beat hard as I lifted my head. When I did, pure terror seized me.
Sitting on a mattress before me was him. The Blood Pit Champion. The Arziani Pit Bull. Master’s greatest warrior.
Warrior 901.
And he was glaring at me.
Unmoving. Hatred spewed from his hard gaze.
I drew in a short breath, but it was cut off when 901 rolled to his feet. He stepped forward, his huge body towering above me. I choked back a scream.
He was the most intimidating male I had ever encountered.
And I was trapped in his cell.
Completely alone. In the unwelcome company of a killer.
And there was absolutely nothing I could do.
6
901
I stared at the High Mona on the ground. She was shaking and looked up at me with her huge blue eyes. I swallowed as I met her gaze. I could see, could almost smell the fear pulsing off her perfect body.
Lifting my head, I got up and marched to the door. Spotting the guard through the bars, I snapped, “What is this? Why is she in here?”
The guard slowly turned and smiled. “Master has gifted you his female.” The guard leaned in farther, his smile doing nothing more than pissing me the hell off. “A reward for all of your victories in the ring.”
The guard moved back before I could pull him close and snap his neck. I growled, “Take her back. I don’t want her.”
The guard shook his head. “My orders are to leave her here with you. Regardless of what you said.” He turned his back to me, adding, “Master thinks you could do with a good fuck.” He shrugged. “Personally, I do, too. It might calm you down.” Glancing over his shoulder, he said, “I’ve worked in these quarters for years and you’ve refused every chance at a mona you’ve been given.” His gaze dropped to my crotch, and he said, “Your balls must be so damn blue.”
Unable to stop the rage bursting free, I released a loud roar and slammed my hands against the iron bars. “GET HER THE FUCK OUT!”
The guard looked back at me, then walked away, leaving me alone with the mona. I stood at the bars, the metal still vibrating from my hit. I worked on breathing, sucking in long, deep breaths. But no matter how hard I tried to calm, I couldn’t. I could feel the female’s eyes on my back, watching me. Her perfumed scent was hitting my nose. My cell always smelled of the wet rot of earth in the walls. The mona’s scent was better.
Better, but unwelcome.
Making myself turn, I ignored where she sat and made my way to my bed. With my back still turned, I paused, then made myself sit on the mattress. The muscles in my shoulders and neck ached with tension, at how much having a female in my quarters disturbed me.
On a heavy sigh, I kept my eyes to the ground. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see the mona on the floor, trembling. My teeth gritted together in annoyance.
She was a weakling.
I wondered why the hell Master had given her to me. He was obsessed with her. All of us could see it, the way he watched her every move, walked her through our training pits daily. He kept her close and smiled at her like he wasn’t a sadistic prick intent on ruining all our lives.
But more than that, and what I suspected she didn’t know about, were the many males that had been punished or slain for even looking her way.
All except me.
Then the anger returned. Clenching my hand into a fist, I threw my head back and slammed it into the wall behind me. I heard the mona whimper and scurry to the far corner. When I looked up, she’d tucked herself into a small ball, her head buried in her hands.
This time I studied her. And what I saw shot straight to my dick. Sitting like this, I could see how the mona was dressed. The red fabric was see-through. And I could see her naked body beneath—her perfect tits, every bare inch revealed for me.
It only pissed me off more.
Her dark hair was pulled to one side, falling over her shoulder. Then my eyes found the metal collar around her wrist. All of the blood fell from my face.
I’d seen that collar on the Ubiytsa. The collar discharged the Type A pellets intermittently, to keep them under Master’s control. Though I suspected that her collar wasn’t filled with Type A.
It would be Type B. Which meant she would need …
My hands shook with rage. Then, through that rage I felt my stomach fall. In all my years I had never been with a female. From a young age, I had seen what females did to the males. I saw the males becoming attached to their monebi. I saw them slowly be used against them. And worse still, I saw them killed or passed on to make the men submit to the guards. But Master’s favorite was when he gifted the same mona to two males, then watched them tear each other apart in the pit, fighting for dominance.
But Master never rewarded the winner with the female. Instead he would use her as bait to do his bidding. Until his sick game grew tired and he disposed of them both.
Pawns. All of us were pawns in his empire. He was the true king.
Then I stilled, eyes closing when I realized he had seen me looking. No female had ever pulled my attention. But with Master’s High Mona, from the second I saw her in the training pit, it had been
She was beautiful.
So fucking beautiful that she rocked me back on my heels.
I thought back to the match against the Chinese fighter, and then I knew. I remembered the moment Master had caught my attention, and for one split second, I had lost control of myself and paid the female heed. I had looked at her as she sat on the floor at his feet in fear. I had been pissed.
I had fucked up.
He knew. He knew I had noticed her. He’d told me he’d find a weakness. And after all these years, he’d finally found one. I’d sleepwalked right into his trap.
As I glanced to the mona, still hunched in the corner, shaking in fear, I felt a part of my self-imposed coldness warm. I felt a fissure fracture through my dead heart. She was tiny compared to me. She was frightened.
And she was beautiful. It was obvious why she’d caught Master’s eye.
When I caught myself, I pushed those feelings away and lay back on my bed. I stared at the dark ceiling, listening to the mona’s breathing catch.
I closed my eyes and made myself ignore her presence. If I ignored her, if I didn’t touch her, Master would take her back and I’d be safe. I simply had to resist, and then this would all go away.
I wouldn’t be weak.
Not even for a female as beautiful as her.
* * *
A hissing sound was the first thing I heard. The strange sound, followed by a sharp cry. I blinked into the dark room, confused by sleep. Then my dick twitched when I heard a breathless female whimper cut across the silent cell.
My body froze, and then I remembered the female in the corner. Another cry filled the room, and my heart started beating when I thought back to last night. To the guard throwing the High Mona into my cell. The mona that wore a collar around her wrist.
A long, needy moan pierced the air, and I gritted my teeth as my erect cock began to throb. Rolling to my side, I focused on the corner and saw the mona’s slumped form on the ground beginning to move. I watched, holding my breath, as her legs began to twitch. Her eyes were still shut, clearly still asleep. But when my eyes narrowed and I saw the wrist collar, I could see small movements from underneath, something pressing into her skin.
Drugs injecting into her veins.
I fisted the linen on my mattress as a louder, more desperate moan tore from her lips. This time the mona’s back arched and, even in this dim light, I could see her nipples erect as they pushed against the fabric.
My jaw ached from the strain, my dick pushing against my black pants. But I stayed still. I wouldn’t move. I wouldn’t submit to Master’s plan.
I couldn’t. I couldn’t give him the final part of my will.
Movement from the hallway caught my attention, and a guard called out, “You better fuck her, 901. The only way to make her stop is to spill inside her.”
I growled, low and threatening, but the guard moved away, leaving me alone with her again. When I looked back her way, her eyes were open. Her pupils were blown, and she looked right at me. Her wide eyes, leaden with lust and need, seared mine as she cried out, her hands moving to cup her full tits.
I couldn’t stop the groan from leaving my throat at the sight of her writhing on the floor. But I kept strong. It would pass. Her need would pass. I’d resist.
But the minutes ticked by and her need grew stronger. The mona writhed on the floor more and more. Her cries increased. They grew so pained and loud that I rose from the bed and slammed my fists against the metal bars. “Get her the fuck out!” I roared to the guards I knew were close, when I couldn’t take it anymore.
But no one came. Then I heard the hissing sound again, and every muscle in my body tensed when the mona paused in breathing, then screamed so loud that I flinched at the pain in her cries.
Moving back, I charged the metal bars with my shoulder, hearing them groan from the force. This time a guard turned with his gun held high. “Get back,” he ordered. I bared my teeth.
“Take her away!” I repeated, and wrapped my hands around the bars. I held them so tightly that my fingers ached and the veins in my muscles corded at the strain. “Remove her from here,” I threatened.
The guard flicked his gun at me, then lowered it to lean forward and order, “Screw her. I can’t stand her wailing anymore. Master gave her to you, so take her and shut the bitch up!”
The guard walked away, and I screamed, “Get back here!” but I heard the sound of a door closing and I knew he’d left us alone.
The mona screamed out again, and I closed my eyes, lowering my forehead to the bar. The cold metal cooled my burning skin, but my cock was still hard and testing my restraint.
When she cried out again, I held back a roar.
“You need to help her,” a deep voice called from across the hallway. Opening my eyes, I peered over to 667’s cell and saw him at his cell door. When I met his eyes, he said, “She needs your release. This will only get worse if you don’t.”
“I won’t,” I snarled, anger lacing each word. “I won’t bow to Master’s games.”
“She won’t stop,” he repeated. I glared at him. 667 was broad with shoulder-length dark-blond hair. His blue eyes stayed fixed on mine and he said, “She’s in pain.” He shook his head when I didn’t move. “You remember all the drugs we were given as children? How they made us ache and scream in pain?” He pointed to my cell. “That’s what she’s feeling now.”
I lowered my gaze, and he continued, “My mona feels it every night, so I care for her. I don’t let the pain get to her.”
“I won’t do it,” I bit as she cried out. I risked a glance behind and saw her pressing her hand against her pussy. The sight sent the ache in my dick soaring. But it wasn’t right. I didn’t want her, she didn’t want me. I wouldn’t take her because of some damn drug that she was forced to take.
Turning back to stare out into the hallway, 667 said, “Is she breaking out in a sweat?”
I frowned at his question. I didn’t want to care if she was, but no matter how much I tried to block out her cries, I couldn’t. When I couldn’t see from my place by the cell door, I turned and edged closer. As I moved, her dilated eyes fixed on mine and I caught her flushed face—it was dripping with sweat. She had a fever, her skin was red from the heat.
“Is she?” 667 asked.
I roughly replied, “Yes.” I gripped the cell bars again and closed my eyes. I tried to breathe in the dry clogged air from the hallway, but the mona’s enticing smell filled my lungs and nose.
I cursed inside.
“Listen to me,” 667 demanded. I glared at his strict command. My lips curled, but he didn’t care. “You need to take her,” he said calmly. “If she has broken out in sweat, it means that the drugs are too strong for her body to cope with.” He paused. Then making sure he got his point across, he added, “Some monas have died if their host males refused them.”
My stomach sliced in two at that, but disguising my reaction, I said, “Then she can die.”
667’s face dropped. He hit his hand against the bars and hissed, “If I could get out of here, I’d do it myself.” His faced flushed with anger, and he added, “Then I’d kill you.” He jabbed his finger through the bars of the cell and bit out, “That female is as much a prisoner as us.” He spat on the hallway floor and said, “You may be the champion, but you are not a brother to any of us. I hope Master slaughters you slowly and painfully.”
With that, he moved from his cell door, and I closed my eyes in frustration as the mona’s cries became so fast that she barely took a breath in between. Unable to stand here anymore, I turned and began to pace the floor before her. My hands were balled into fists at my sides.
I allowed myself to look to the female writhing on the floor and the sweat dripping from her forehead. Her skin was pale and her hands were shaking. Then my heart almost stopped when she began convulsing, a pained scream almost deafening me
I caught frustrated shouting from the hallway and knew that my refusal to take her wasn’t infuriating only 667. The other males nearby also were beginning to react to her cries.
I stopped dead, warring with what to do, when the female suddenly went silent. My gaze shot to hers. She was staring at me blankly, panting for breath. Then she held out her shaking arm and whispered, “Help me … please…”
Her soft voice was weak and hoarse. I squeezed my eyes shut at the desperation in her voice. My resolve weakened when I saw her beautiful face staring at me with such hope.
In a second, I knew Master’s plan had worked. As cold a bastard as I knew I was, I couldn’t stand seeing her so pained and weak.
I wouldn’t be the cause of her death.
Slowly, and in measured steps, I approached where she lay. I bit my tongue in frustration, when a hissing sound broke through the calm and more of the drug was injected into her veins.
A new kind of cry slipped from her full lips, one so agonized it caused me to immediately drop by her side. My huge body towered over her. I had no idea what to do next. That wasn’t a problem for long, as the mona reached for my hand and brought it straight between her legs.
She moaned again, but this time there was a hint of relief in her cry as my fingers met her wetness. I swallowed at the feel of her warmth under my fingers.
Letting her guide my hand, she pushed my fingers back and forth along her lips, her hips bucking as I passed over a certain spot. My teeth gritted at the sight of her eyes fluttering closed at my touch.
My blood ran hot as my dick throbbed in my pants. The female moaned and, going on instinct, I plunged my fingers into her channel, feeling the tightness wrap around them.
152 screamed out and gripped my wrist, guiding the movement of my fingers in faster and faster, until I was breathless. With my free hand I reached into my pants and pulled out my cock. My fist ran up and down its hard length.
I growled low at the simultaneous feel of the female’s wet heat and my hand on my cock. I tried to keep tight hold of my control, but when the female arched her back high and spread her legs wide, all of my treasured control snapped apart.