Brenan gets Sasha to safety

With a inarticulate noise Sasha threw herself into Brenan's arms sobbing uncontrollably as her arms wrapped tightly around his neck. For the third time in less than 24 hours Brenan found himself with a beautiful woman pressed against his body, and for the third time the need to protect and reassure was stronger than the need to enjoy the softness pressed against him.

"It's OK miss, it’s over." He tried to sound calming in an attempt to put an end to Sasha's tears. His arms held the slender woman's body against his broad chest and Brenan felt the warmth of her skin both under his large rough hands and through the material of his shirt. "It's over miss." Brenan repeated for lack of anything better to say, he was surprised by Sasha's sudden response.

"It's NOT over, it won't ever be over!" Brenan felt the woman twist from his grasp and look back up the alley that she had run down. So intense was Sasha's fear that Brenan turned with her, his right hand reaching across his waist for his handgun fully expecting to see a dozen or more men closing on his position. The alley was empty, but the woman's fear was not abated. "They found me, the Empire can send thousands more now they know where I am." Sasha could not have used any better words to influence Brenan if she were a mind reader.

"Veertor agents?" He asked out loud although it wasn't so much a question for Sasha as a way to think over what he knew about the men. Certainly the cut ear marked the one man as a veteran of the Veer army, and Brenan had seen other agents searching for a woman for the past couple days. Also the way the men had been driving her before them like hounds driving a doe into a hunters range suggested that there was more at play here than just a pair of rapists assaulting an attractive woman.

"Not really agents," Sasha answered his question as if he had meant it for her "just some trash they found to do their dirty work. Except they were supposed to take me to the docks, not ..." Her eyes closed for a full second and she shuddered once sending tremors throughout her body causing her firm breasts in particular to jiggle in a very attractive way. No sooner had Brenan pushed that thought from his mind and lifted his gaze to her face again then her eyes opened and he saw a new resolve in the redhead's eyes as she returned his gaze with renewed confidence.

She took the jacket that he still held in his hand and slipped it over her slender shoulders. Unlike Cindy whose muscled shoulders and full breasts filled Brenan's jacket, Sasha's slight body and smaller breasts allowed the two sides of the garment to overlap, completely hiding her pert breasts from his view.

Brenan had originally just intended to get her to a public place, where she would be safe from the unwanted attention of the rough seamen that populated the harbor’s streets, but with the possibility that the Veertor empire was involved Brenan decided to do a little more if he could.

“Come back to my ship,” Brenan spoke quietly, not wanting to alarm her after her recent experience and his words brought the first glimmer of hope he had seen since the woman’s red hair first caught his eye.

“You have a ship?” Sasha stepped back to Brenan and her hand grabbed his with surprising quickness and strength. “I have to get off this island, the sooner the better!” Tapping her waist Sasha added “I have some money, or I could work.” Suddenly her face turned as red as her locks and she added “As a deckhand or cook...or something.” Clearly someone had offered her one of the many positions of ‘ship whore’ sometime in her past.

“Let’s get you to onboard, where you’ll be safer, then we can talk about what to do with you.” By now Brenan was escorting Sasha through busier streets and he saw a peddler selling an assortment of scarves, bandanas and tee-shirts. Brenan bought one of the colorful scarves and a light blue tee-shirt from the curious peddler, and then guided Sasha away with one strong arm around her waist. After turning a corner, Brenan twisted the scarf around Sasha’s distinctive hair and tucked the tee-shirt into his belt. “That’s better.” Brenan said as soon as Sasha’s hair was covered. “We’ll be there soon.”