"Chalker, Jack L - G.o.d. Inc. 2 - The Shadow Dancers" - читать интересную книгу автора (Chalker Jack L)

It was fairly late at night when they came for us. That same short-haired bitch
in black it was-Vogel's secretary or aide or whatever. "You listen good, now,"
she said coldly. "You are about to be brought up to Gruppenfuehrer Vogel, your
owner and master. You behave and perform right and he can be most kind. You
nigger farm sluts just do whatever he wants and don't screw up. If he isn't
pleased, you'll go to the lab and wish you'd never been born. Now-come."
We didn't understand the specifics, but we got the message, and followed her out
and up a back stairway-tough in them leg chains-then down a second floor hall
past an armed door guard-there was guards all over the place- and into a huge
bedroom, the biggest I ever seen anywheres and the most luxurious, too. "Wait
here," said the bitch, and left. We heard the outer bedroom door lock. There was
stuff all over-valuable stuff, pretty stuff, even sharp stuff that might be used
as a weapon. We didn't move. This was the last test, apparently.
Finally, a man came out of a far door, dressed in brown pants and shirt and
leather boots. He was a big guy, and chunky, but in real good shape, with a
rounded face and short brown hair. He had a small thing in his hands that might
have been a short whip or riding crop, and he had on a pistol belt and holster
with the pistol in it.
He walked up to us and got a queer half smile on his face. Finally he said, in a
rather mild and gentle voice, to each of us in turn, "What is your name?"
"Daisy, suh." "Beth, suh." "Lavinia, suh."
"Come on in back with me."
They said the entrance to the Safe Room was through the bathroom, but they
didn't say that the bathroom was bigger'n most folks livin' rooms. The door in
the back was open inward, but it looked less like a door than a bank vault, and
the wall through it was a good eight inches thick.
The Safe Room itself was about the size of an average bedroom, but there was
storage in the walls for all sorts of stuff, a desk and chair, and the whole
thing was carpeted in a thick, spongy wool. Vogel closed the door with a chunk.
And I slowly returned. It was a weird sensation, like Brandy was being poured
from a bucket into the vast empty spaces of Beth's mind. The setup continued to
hold Beth forward, on automatic, but it was almost like I had two minds, and the
other one could take control anytime it wanted to. Vogel came over, took off his
gun and belt and put it on the desk right in back of me. I knew I could get it
before he could react, but I didn't even consider it. It was one of the first
tricks I'd fallen for in trainin', and I would have bet my life that the gun was
totally empty. There was a clip somewheres real near if he needed it, but
anybody who made for that gun would just be trapped.
No matter what happened, I didn't dare make a move till that security light come
on, tellin' me that the diversionary attack had started and that the station was
being invaded and secured. This room was a vault, all right; I had a little
twinge of worry that the warning light might be burnt out or somethin'.
I also figured Vogel was real kinky, but he wasn't as near far out as I had been
afraid he might be. He wasn't one of them game-playin' types, anyways-I guess he
did enough of that in real life. He had real clever ways of usin' all three of
us, though, and once he got naked and got started, showed a few things I filed
away for reference. He had a real good body, real hairy, too, and a tight ass,
and one humongous pecker. I just let Beth have free rein and waited.
The soft white light in the room suddenly changed, blinking a real weird-lookin'
red. He was so turned on and so into it that he didn't notice at first, but when