Harem Assassins : King Sekton's Harem Planet, Book 2: A Space Opera Harem Adventure by Baron Sord (top inspirational books .txt) 📗

to do was factor in the 5-to-1 odds, the fact they were much larger than me, they had bolt rifles that could shoot me dead from a distance, they wore power armor, and I was naked and empty-handed except for my two useless rings.

Translation: I was fucked.

“Show us your hands,” Mace smiled pleasantly, “Or I’m gonna tell Skok here to bite your sausage off.”

Qrudge said, “Then I’ll skruck you with mine.”

I wanted to beg. I wanted to bargain. I wanted to barf.

Screw that.

It’s morphin time!

Sing it with me: Go, go, Power Ranger!

I didn’t morph, nobody sang, but I did knee Qrudge in the groin as hard as I could with the intention of running away after.

Crack!

That was the sound of my knee bashing against his rigidly armored crotch.

My knee exploded with pain. I fell to the dirt cradling it to my chest and rolled from side to side in agony.

The pirates laughed like men.

I struggled not to squeal like a baby.

Pain!

Excruciating pain!

So much for my escape plan and my big human brain.

Nobody had ever told me that actually kneeing someone in the balls could hurt you more than it hurt them! Then again, who went around kneeing armored men in the groin? What can I say? Real fighting never left time for adequate planning or strategizing, and it was damn sure nothing like Power Rangers.

Someone grabbed me by the hair and lifted me to my feet.

I hissed in pain, clawing at the lifter’s armored wrist to save my scalp from tearing off my skull. Somehow I managed to get my feet under me before I lost half my hair and scalp.

Turned out Mace was the lifter. His eyes fired with hate and he laughed in my face, “Qrudge is right. You are a bitch. Skok, bite his sausage off and make him one all the way.” Mace threw me stumbling over to Skok.

Skok caught my neck in one big clawed paw and squeezed hard.

“Gluck!” I bleated, suddenly struggling to breathe.

Skok snarled in anticipation, his wide hyena tongue panting and slobbering.

Qrudge said, “Cut his fingers off first. Take his rings.”

Meanwhile, I was fighting to breathe, and fighting through the shards of pain stabbing my knee while mentally begging, Power up, power up, please power up! When that didn’t work, I punched Skok in the nose. Tried, anyway. It mostly fell short. Turned out it was hard to throw a punch and connect when someone bigger than you was choking you at arm’s length.

He sneezed and shook it off like it hadn’t hurt. Because it hadn’t. Not him. He sneezed.

My fist, on the other hand, felt like I’d punched the points of Skok’s front fangs or one of his large canines. Or both. Not only were my knuckles cut, it felt like I’d sprained a tendon and chipped one knuckle bone. My fists were definitely not conditioned for punching.

Skok snarled, “Wrong move, bitch! Wrong—” He wound up his own knee and aimed it at my naked crotch.

I twisted and lifted my leg to block it.

WHAM!

His power-armored knee punched through my thigh muscle. The force of the blow cut to the bone, stabbing my femur hard. I crumpled from the excruciating explosion of pain. I stood there on my good leg while my other leg hung there, useless and spasming uncontrollably. I couldn’t move it voluntarily or stand on it. He must have hit a nerve and pinched it. Or worse. Severed it, maybe.

Did I mention I was in serious trouble?

I’d never been in more fear in my entire life than I was now.

Suddenly, agreeing to accompany the Bombshells to Harem Planet seemed like the dumbest decision I had ever made. Well, it hadn’t been until two minutes ago. I told myself everything I had experienced in the weeks prior to bumping into these pirates tonight was worth every second of whatever happened next. No matter what these pricks did to me, I would hold on as long as I could to the good memories the Bombshells had given me.

—: Chapter 107 :—

“It worked!” Hade bellowed with diabolical delight from the dark and grim bridge of his warship. He was watching multiple floating 3D holographic windows showing direct video feed from the five body cameras attached to the power armor of the five pirates down on the surface of Zalaxia, the same five surrounding that pathetic pretender to the throne, Tim Pittwell. “I hardly believe my eyes, Nyfe! It appears your Technomantic Nullifier worked!”

“As designed,” said Vok Nyfe evenly. He tipped his skele-mechanical head from where he stood floating on his levitating disc above the heads of the mutant crew.

Hade cheered, “It won’t be long until we have the king’s True Ring in our possession! From there the Royal Throne and every whore on Zalaxia!” Hade wasn’t thinking Baron Crewd would get those prizes. He now wanted them for himself. Every last whore, including the ten he owed Nemisys Imperius. Let that fool try and take them from the soon-to-be crowned king of Zalaxia, Hade Maximus.

Not privy to Hade’s private thoughts, his mutant crew grunted their approval from where they sat below, hunched in the workstation pit surrounding Hade’s dais. Kezz, Qwayk, Kroach, and the other bridge crew congratulated themselves for getting Vok Nyfe’s Nullifier successfully to Zalaxia in record time.

Hade’s Killhounds erupted in a vicious tirade of angry barking. They lunged abruptly, yanking at their spiked chains and biting randomly at the nearest pirates or passing dronebots.

—: Chapter 108 :—

“Hold him down and spread his legs,” Mace growled.

Qrudge shoved me from behind with four muscular arms and I fell face down and ate dirt. I would’ve jumped up and sprinted the hell out of there, but my sternum hit a rock buried in the ground. It punched the wind out of my chest. My breathing instantly locked up. Like having your torso compressed in a giant pneumatic press, or having someone drop a car on your chest.

With one of my knees a bag of broken glass, my other leg rubbery