Three Days of Night by Tracey H. Kitts Read Free Book Online

off a red glow. He was bald, and part of his head appeared to be metal. So was one of his arms. The top of his knuckles on his right hand (on the arm that seemed otherwise normal) looked like they were rigged to shoot some kind of small projectiles. The rest of his face and body looked wonderful. I couldn’t help wondering what other parts he might have had enhanced.
    To my surprise, he greeted us with a smile.
    “We’ve come to trade,” I announced before he could ask.
    His smile widened. “And what have you come to trade?”
    “My pleasure slave.” I indicated Morgan to my right and he rolled his eyes. “I’d like a new one.”
    The guard looked him up and down. “Not exactly waving your flag anymore, huh?”
    Morgan’s face turned red and I fought the urge to laugh. For once I was glad my face was completely covered.
    “Not exactly,” I agreed.
    He looked at Morgan again, more closely this time. “Hey, aren’t you—? Yeah, you’re that guy,” he said, pointing as he spoke. “Hey, Max! Look down here! It’s him, it’s Jester!”
    The one he called Max looked completely normal, as did most of the cyborgs on Tarnak. Only the older models or the ones who were severely damaged ended up looking like the guard standing in front of me. Most of them only had a few minor enhancements. Artificial parts out of necessity were the most common. You know, lose and eye in a bar fight and have it replaced, that sort of thing.
    Max had long dark hair and a roguish smile. I really wondered what parts of him were artificial. I was surprised when he walked over and clapped Morgan on the shoulder.
    “You’re the one who got us free from that horrible slug. It’s nice to finally meet you.”
    Morgan was obviously surprised too. “Well, I … um, you’re welcome.”
    “Yeah,” the other guard added, “we hated that bitch. The only reason she got into power was because of the army she controlled. But when she died they said ‘fuck it’ and left. It was the damndest thing.”
    It seemed to just occur to them what I had said about why we were on Tarnak. Max looked at me and when he smiled I wanted to sigh. He was really good looking.
    “Are you telling me that your pleasure slave is Jester? The Jester?” He laughed. “How the hell did that happen?”
    Morgan shrugged and even with all his body armor, the movement seemed effortless. “She won me in a card game.”
    “Well,” the big guard said, “that’ll teach you not to gamble.”
    “I wouldn’t be so sure,” Max said. He moved forward, making a complete circle around me. I tried my best not to follow him with my eyes, but kept looking at the other guard. “I’ll bet what’s underneath here is not so bad to belong to.” At those words I turned to face him and he laughed. “You guys are so full of shit. You’re probably that gorgeous red-headed vampire he works with. The Crimson Kiss, isn’t it? Why else would you hide from the sun?”
    “What makes you think it’s the sun I’m hiding from?”
    Max took another step toward me. I refused to back up and the fronts of our bodies brushed together. Can’t say I didn’t like it. He was almost as hot as the sun blazing overhead.
    “Remove your hood and prove me wrong. Otherwise, come see me after dark.”
    “Why?”
    He smiled again and the effect was breathtaking. “Because I’d like to see you close up, without the hood.”
    “Does that mean we can go?” I asked.
    “Yeah.” He stepped aside. “You and your pleasure slave are free to go. I don’t care what you’re really here for, just don’t cause trouble.”
    Max gestured to someone standing on the top of the city wall. After a moment the big metal gates swung open. As soon as we stepped inside someone called out to my right, “New model! Biggest dick ever commissioned on a sex droid!”
    Morgan shook his head and laughed.
    “Tightest pussy on the market!”
    “Best boobs around!”
    The good news was, they weren’t auctioning off real