Deadly Wands (35 page)

In the infirmary, he killed his helpers, the
staff, and the wounded, before stumbling into the headquarters and
turning it into a bonfire.

The good news is Billy learned where Blade
was. The bad news is one hundred elite troops blocked the way.

CHAPTER 42

Blade woke up in pain and found herself
carried on someone’s shoulder. The burly sergeant followed the
general past the golden mules into the dungeon. They paused when
they heard blasting in the courtyard, which soon moved inside. The
firefights sounded much too loud and continued for much too
long.

"It's him," the sergeant confidently said.
"The Red Baron. The captain thought it was the big guy leading a
squad into the trees.”

The awe in his tone woke Blade up.

“He’s attacking us alone?” the general asked
in disbelief.

His fear gave Blade goose bumps.

“Yes. He abandoned his friends to get her
back, so she must be special.”

That the Baron would leave Princess to save
her she found stunning.

"Fix it," the general ordered the mercenary,
making Blade walk in front of him, her upper body exposed to the
lusty stares of one hundred men. The sergeant resented the general
for cutting him out of the action, but couldn’t counter it.

"Halt!" the leader of the money transport
company ordered. "Take that woman elsewhere." His job was to guard
the gold they delivered until they could leave.

"The Red Baron has invaded the castle. The
captive has vital information on him, and the dungeon is the safest
place to question her."

The general didn't fool anyone. Everyone knew
he was gonna rape her. They could see it in the old bastard's eyes.
They didn’t even blame him -- she was, obviously, delicious, with
curves that porn stars had to pay for. They just didn’t want her to
complicate their job. Let the mercenaries deal with the Baron.
That’s why they earned all the heavy coin the mules risked their
lives to bring to Spain.

The commander stood his ground, so the
general offered an incentive. “After I question her, you and your
men will be free to interrogate her as often as you wish, provided
she does not leave here alive.”

The commander now studied the prisoner like
she was a fine steak. First, his eyes widened. Then his nostrils
flared. Finally, he pitched a tent in his pants big enough to hide
a battalion. Blade cursed her attractiveness as the leader of the
golden mules leered down at her.

“It seems I have a question for her after
all,” he said loudly to great cheers as he moved out of the way.
“My boys will get answers out of her if it takes them all
night!”

After the shouting peaked, Blade corrected
him: “You’ll all be dead before nightfall. That’s the Red Baron up
there.”

She didn’t know why she said it with such
confidence, but she could tell they believed her.

“The Baron is just one man,” the general
insisted.

“Is he? Then why does Genghis Khan need a
thousand of the world’s best quads to get him?”

When Blade woke a few minutes ago, she almost
shat herself. Now these elite troops looked about to shit
themselves. The Baron turned them into jelly, and Blade couldn’t
help but love it.

With her hands tied, she kicked the general
hard in the nuts, jackknifed her body to split his nose with her
forehead, then kicked him so hard in the chest that he flew down
the stairwell like a spear. Someone levitated her after him, and
the two of them bounced down the steps like balls.

When they reached the bottom, the general sat
on her, slapped her until exhaustion, then forced her out of her
pants. But then another firefight broke out, this one just up the
stairs. Blade heard the terror in the leader’s voice as he ordered
some troops to follow him up. Instead of abating, the firefight
intensified. A cacophony of painful screams echoed down to the
dungeon.

“He killed the commander!” someone upstairs
yelled in shock.

Concentrating hard, Blade thought she heard
the leader screaming in agony. There were so many crying out from
burning flesh, it was hard to tell.

“You’re next,” Blade told the rapist sitting
on her titties.

Swearing fiercely, the general pulled his
pants up, tucked himself back in, opened the vault, and shoved her
inside before running up the stairs to take control.

Blade found herself surrounded by tons of
gold and silver stacked for easy counting. Wearing nothing but
panties and her remaining dignity, she couldn't even pocket any. Or
could she?

Just as suicidal thoughts returned after so
many years, she heard a huge explosion, even through the thick
steel door. And that's when it hit her: that crazy bastard isn't
going to leave without her. It was the most romantic thing anyone
had ever done for her. He not only invaded an enemy fortress alone,
but apparently had more lives than a cat. The only man Genghis Khan
feared was gonna die rescuing her. Despite everything bad that
happened to her, and would probably soon happen to her, Blade
smiled.

Since her serial rape, Blade nursed a hatred
of men. All men. But now she felt an exception open in her heart,
and tenderness spill out like intestines from a stomach wound.

All the desperate yelling she heard through
the stone walls started to turn her on. Blade had no idea how one
guy could battle one hundred in a narrow hallway, but somehow Red
did it. He had them in a panic, and their fear thrilled her.

Blade heard them turn the key, so she
inserted a gold brick to jam the mechanism so they couldn’t open
the door. They blasted the mortared stone upon which the heavy door
swung. Their rage generated more heat than an incendiary. The more
they cursed her, the wetter she became.

She remembered fondly the first time she rode
the Baron, Princess sucking her tongue to distract her. Red was the
first man she had sex with since those monsters forcibly took her
virginity so long ago. Blade had no idea it’d feel so good. She
started with the intention of just getting it over with, so her
orgasm took her completely by surprise. But, then, Red was full of
surprises. Still, it felt like her body betrayed her.

“Traitor!” she accused her vagina. Red
couldn’t figure it out, but Princess couldn’t stop laughing.

The second time, Blade went down on Princess
while Red entered her from behind. Princess always tasted so
delicious. Then her body betrayed her again. She didn’t like a man
being able to pull her trigger, so Blade told Red to not make her
cum anymore. The Baron acted shocked: “Women can cum?”

The third time, Red took her missionary while
Princess straddled her face, and this time she came twice. First
from the Baron, then from Princess licking his juices out of her.
Blade had never seen Princess so excited, so the next morning they
repeated their 69, but after Red came inside Princess. And Blade
exploded like a fireball. It was the most amazing thing she had
ever tasted. It quenched her thirst like a good ale.

Blade questioned her sexuality so much that
she let Prince kiss her for what seemed like eternity. “I guess I
really am lesbian,” she sadly concluded, ignoring his raging boner,
desperate need, and stunned expression.

Frantic fists started pounding on the vault
door. She heard them ask her to let them in, and realized those
lecherous perverts were begging for their lives. Wondering how Red
made so many so scared, she slipped a gold coin into her slit. The
cold metal felt wonderful in her burning hot tunnel as she slid it
ever deeper. Plus another, and a third, then a fourth, until she
pocketed a full kilo up her vagina like a golden smuggler. Walking
around with ten coins inside her woke feelings that most people
could only dream of. She saw this done once in a porn and didn’t
believe it any more than sex while flying.

“Let us in,” she heard the general cry out,
fear infecting his voice like smallpox.

“Yes!” Blade yelled out, so horny she could
burst. She knocked down the carefully stacked piles so she could
lay down next to the door on a bed of gold. Writhing naked made the
coins clink like a musical instrument, and their cries of agony
played music for her ears.

“You’ll let us in?” he asked, coughing so
close she could smell his bad breath.

“Yes! Yes!”

This orgasm snuck up on her like a surprise
attack. Every muscle tensed up. Then she came so hard a coin shot
out of her vagina like a musket, making a sharp “ping” noise as it
bounced off the vault door. Blade arched her back so much she
buried her blond hair in gold.

“Then hurry, bitch! Or we’ll all die,” the
general demanded, throwing gunpowder on her fire and triggering
another bomb.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!”

Her fingers spent years training as
demolition experts, so the explosion shook her entire body as she
convulsed on the floor. The clinking coins played a passionate
symphony. Their pleas took on a whiny tone that detonated another
orgasm. Without even being in the room, the Red Baron ignited the
nastiest orgasm of her life.

“Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!”

Puffs of smoke sneaked in through the tiny
holes caused by their blasting. Laying on her back, they looked
like beautiful clouds floating in the sky.

“Open the door or you’ll kill us all!”

The screams from dozens of would-be rapists
echoed in her head. The terror in their voices, pressed in the tiny
door opening, filled the vault like an aphrodisiac. Their imminent
death made her soar higher than any wand as one orgasm fed another
until coughing replaced their screams. With so much death just a
door away, Blade had never felt more alive. The general’s final
whimper made her cum so hard she almost died.

“Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!”

CHAPTER 43

Billy found the key to the armory and crossed
the courtyard, no one giving his youthful face a second glance.
High above the fort he heard the echoes of firefights. It reassured
him to know his friends were here. He killed a few dozen Mongols on
the way.

Inside, he imagined what lay next to the
armory. He walked to the back and blasted a hole in the wall, which
led to an eating area. He killed the four guys staring at him like
a ghost. He prepared a time-delay explosion, carried as many bombs
as he could, then crossed the eating area to a barracks until he
found his way back to the dungeon.

With so many men crowding the hallway and
stairs, he knew he could not rescue Blade, but he could at least
end her suffering. He owed her that much.

He hid in a closet with his bombs until the
massive explosion rocked the castle. He hurried out, flew down the
hallway, and stabbed or blasted everyone alive.

Billy went back for the anti-personnel bombs
filled with shrapnel, rolled them down the stairs, then fired until
they exploded. He rolled around the corner and shielded his face as
rock fragments rained down on him like hail.

Now he could finally shut the steel door
where he killed the first two golden mules. He welded the door to
its metal frame, then melted the key lock, just to be sure.

Angry fists soon pounded on the door,
demanding he open it. Instead, he knelt, stuck his wands under the
door and maximized their flame, incinerating people and forcing the
survivors to inhale smoke. He took their screams for payback for
what they were doing to Blade.

Upon hearing voices, he laid down next to the
corpses, his innocent face and burnt chest plainly visible. Eyes
closed, he slowed his breathing down enough to pass for dead. A
squad of frustrated quads came in and tried opening the door. Well,
Billy couldn’t let that happen, so he extended four metal spears,
each killing two, his legs up like a woman giving birth, then
changed to swords to cut the rest down.

Instead of waiting for more quads, Billy
repeated his earlier exploration of the castle, slaying all he met.
Billy peaked out a door and was surprised it was night already. He
had no idea so much time had passed. Guards still manned the
battlements, and small firefights still raged above, while
terrified non-combatants fled through the open gate to
Barcelona.

He watched another exhausted squad land,
wondering out loud why their mercs had not yet returned. Once they
had their backs to him, Billy ran and cut them down as soon as they
left the courtyard.

On the battlements, the greatest
concentration of guards looked to the west, so he walked there,
placed himself in the middle, then extended wands in both
directions to maximize how many warriors he pierced, like two human
kabobs. Then he reverted to swords to cut more down before taking
too much fire. He rose into the air and fired back -- not at those
shooting at him, who’d just evade, but at those not looking at him.
Fliers rose to meet him and he blasted the first several easily
enough, but once the volume of fire grew too much, he descended
below the outer wall and hugged the ground. Several chased him, so
he hid in a tree and cut them as they passed.

CHAPTER 44

Billy joined his friends, who rejoiced to see
him alive. Together they fought as a team. He and Prince made
excellent partners.

While Team Red all boasted over ten meters of
strength, the Mongols averaged less than half of that. So, although
their volleys covered ten times the space, Team Red enjoyed twice
the speed. The super-quads simply positioned the squads chasing
them to show their backs, and either Billy or Prince would pounce
on them.

After an hour dog-fighting, they had almost
cleared the skies of Mongols when four companies dropped on them,
spread out for a broadside. Billy cursed his luck. The remaining
Mongols sang their wands to greet their returning mercenaries.
Although he may get out of range by diving steeply enough, the rest
of Team Red was screwed. Chased by two squads, Prince didn’t even
see them. The new unit spread itself out to occupy a square
kilometer of space and dived straight down to maximize
surprise.