Author: Tinadoll (aka Tina- That’s me!)

Setting: After BDM- No Wash or Book.

Rating: R to NC-17. THIS CHAPTER IS NC-17. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED

Spoilers: Yes.

Author’s note: REPOST. Don’t remember if this chapter was Beta’d or not. I try to do the best I can editing by myself but you can do nice by just ignoring all the mistakes. Dong ma?

Additional Note- On a more serious note, as you have read before my character of Scorpion- Maria is the victim of rape. She has some very typical traumas that stem from that including being a loner, increased anger towards men, and hypersexualization. This occurs in a small percentage of victims, and I just wanted to highlight that.

Rape is not ok.

Chapter 13: Heeeeere’s Scorpion. She walked out of the ship and immediately noticed how hot it was. The two Suns were blazing on the horizon and scorching the ground.

She tracked her way back to town but the heat got to her. She put her hair up and the top button of her vest to cool off but it didn’t work.

“Why did I wear this leather vest?” she pondered, to herself. She had only herself to blame for the heat. She closed her eyes and the world around her started to change colors. The heat was starting to effect her judgment and would perhaps make her pass out in a matter of moments.

She thanked the heaves above for the shade of the trees that she was passing under. She kept walking and on a hill above the path, she saw a white buffalo. Or she thought she saw it. The heat probably was playing tricks on her. “Oh come on, the heat?? That’s what’s going to kill you?” said Jubal in her ear. “No it won’t, ghost man,” she said, defiantly as she trekked the rest of the way to town as she heard Jubal laugh in the distance. The town was a one-horse town, she had noticed this before but the afternoon suns made everyone skedaddle to the nearest shelter or watering hole. And since there was only one bar, that’s where she went first. She entered the bar in and the music that had been playing-Stopped. Well she was a sight to behold. After all she was: tall, buxom, and alone. What they didn’t know was that she was as dangerous as a hidden rattler,but she didn’t want to give that away.

She walked up to the bartender and ordered a stiff drink. “The house special, por favor(please),” she ordered and he poured her, her drink. It smelled like yesterdays cheese but she drank it with one felt swoop and then asked the bartender a question. “Heya barkeep, I’m looking for a Man…” she said, a dozen men volunteered. “Naw..” she continued. “I am looking for one in particular, you can regognize him by his spiffy bowler hat.” “Oh you mean that foreign chap! He’s set up shop by the Old well with his cronies…” some random townsperson said.

She laughed at the behavior typical of a one horse town. She didn’t even script it that way- it just happened.

“Oh that’s where he is,” she said sweetly and thanked them as she paid for her drink and left. A couple of patrons stood as to follow her but she flashed her knife as to warn them off. She walked over by the well(it wasn’t that far of a walk) and saw there was a shop with a trade logo. Two bodyguards stood out front. “No one gets passed us with out an appointment, not even skirt,” The one on the left said. She rolled her eyes.

For the love of heaven above what is with these back water hun-dun’s callin’ a dame like me a gorram skirt, she thought to herself.

“You best tell your boss that Ducky is here,” she said with a wink. The one on the right looked at the one on the left and he went inside. About fifteen minutes later he came back and ushered her in. The big lug on the left was about to search her when she slapped his hand away… “Does it look like I have a place to hide a weapon” she said, flashing a winning smile and her cleavage and the big idiot agreed. She knew it was because he was distracted.

She was walking down the hallway when she noticed the décor. The place was much more posh on the inside then it was on the outside. The walls were lined with red wall paper and there were antiques everywhere. It was gaudy but it was ok- for a whore house. She was ushered upstairs to a bedroom where there was a riding crop on the bed. She giggled and took off her pants, hid the knife under a pillow and folded her pants and placed them on a chair. She put her boots neatly beside the chair and waited.

Some time went by and she got impatient so she looked around. The room itself was swanky. Big pillows with a nice bed spread, the walls were covered in pink and floral wall paper. It had defiantly had previously belonged to a whore. She wondered where the girls had all gone to-probably to better pastures.

After waiting some more, she walked into the bathroom and saw that there was a bath tub. She undressed and folded her shirt and put it on the pants which were now on a chair. The Vest was tossed on the back of the chair and her underwear was hid in a pocket. She filled the tub with cool water and plunged in.

It refreshed her to no end- it was truly a hot day out there. And she almost succumbed to heat stroke. Not to mention the loss of blood from the transfusion. She sat back and relaxed. The years melted away. A couple of minutes later Badger entered. He was his usual dusty sexy beast self. “’ello love,” he said, “Fancy seeing you in a dump like this.” He added approaching her and thumbing her lips. “Just passin through on business, Ducky,” she said, she licked his thumb hungrily. It had been awhile since she had a man (a good one at least, not counting Cobb) and she guessed he would do. “Join me?” she added, coyly.

“Don’t mind if I do,” he said as he removed his clothing, tossing it to the floor. Badger, even though he had the reputation of being a weasel, was actually an ok looking guy. Wasn’t the best in the ‘verse but he had a way with women. He got in the tub on the opposite side, with his back to her and she laid back to make more room for him “I thought you were dead,” he said, reaching for her tenderly. “Reports of my death have been greatly exaggerated,” she said, splashing him with water. She closed her eyes as he worshipped her neck with kisses. They always had hot sex when she passed through Persephone and she knew she was in for a treat.

You could say they were lovers and that they had indeed known each other for a while. It was her that kept him alive- He was slated to be killed by an Operative during the debacle that was Haven. The operative Michael decided to spare him and instead moved to kill the people that actually “helped” Malcolm Reynolds. In the tub, she wrapped her arms around him tenderly and they both sat there in silence, taking turns gently washing each other with a wash cloth. She knew he was hot for her just by looking at him, and she smiled- as her fingers trailed down his chest and to his point of no return. He grabbed her wrist because that’s not how he wanted her. He didn’t say it-she just knew it from his thoughts. He stepped out of the tub and urged her to return to the bed room. She pouted and grabbed a towel, wrapping it around her self.

He smiled, a sheepishly evil smile, and opened a chest of drawers.

“Last time I saw you, you had left this.” He pulled out a gorgeous black embroidered corset from a drawer.

“Well, the Harrison gang, they was shootin at me. Wonder how they found me?” she asked as he laced up the corset. He grinned at her-it was the coin,she though and she laid down on the bed. He started to kiss and lick her body-in ways no core man would dare do. And she moaned in pleasure. And she took this opportunity to grab the knife from under the pillow… CLICK…

From under his the bed he had gotten a gun. “Gorramit- Gun trumps Knife…” she said pissed as she dropped her knife,on the floor. They played sadistic games like this-only way she or even he could get off. “Every time, poppet,” he said, turning her around and handcuffing her hands to the bed. “Why are you here, really,” he said, as he pulled her hair. “Talk..later.. fuck now..” she said breathlessly.

“Oh no, you have been a bad girl and you must be punished.” He said, leaving her face down, and handcuffed to the bed. She pouted in her predicament but didn’t bother to fight back. She heard commotion behind her, of drawers opening and closing. He probably had a fixed eye on her. She heard him move towards her and she saw a towel go flying by the bed onto a nearby chair. He probably just dried off.

“I’m BORED.” She said, but he had other plans.

THWACK

Something had hit her butt with fury. It was uncomfortable and a little painful. Think like a mosquito bite.

“Hey,” she said as she looked back at him. He was standing there, with a riding crop in his hand. As he stood there, he admired the position she was in. He thought had the upper hand.

THWACK

It felt good for some reason, she didn’t know why.

“Damnit man, take me already…” she said with urgency in her voice. She was getting hot and he could tell.

WHACK

She let a groan slip from her mouth. He had hit her in a different spot and it did the trick.

He smiled, knowing the jig was up and traced his finger up her spine. She bit her lip in an effort to suppress the noises that were trying to escape her mouth.

He whispered in her ear:

“Say it…”he said, demandingly.

WACK

She let go an Uhhh.

“ I….said…say it….” He said, with more force.

“I will never love you,” she said, defiantly. This aroused him even more. She was the one who would never submit to him. She weren’t certainly no whore, especially not one that he was accustomed to.

He smiled an evil smile as he thrust in, as forcefully as he could and she heard the click of the gun that was now aimed at the back of her head.

“Oh yeah?” she said, and she pounded back, as one of her legs hooked his waist.

She was hungry and she was mean. She reached back and scratched him on the thigh, he returned the favor by smacking the part of the butt that he had made the reddest, and was naturally the most tender.

She squealed and she felt her natural juices dripping down her leg.

He then stopped uncuffed one of her hands. She pouted and wondered if he was done.

But he didn’t budge from the spot he was in and flipped her over and re cuffed her wrists to the bed. He wanted to face her as he fucked her. All the while he kept the gun pointed at her.

She spit on him and he laughed and returned to banging her. He wanted to humiliate her and to show his dominate status- well it wasn’t working. She already had asserted herself as the dominate one.

She wrapped her legs around his waist to keep the mutual pace. She started to pant and squeal even harder in this position. He was hitting her spot.

“Does it feel good?” he asked, breathing heavily close to orgasm.

“Oh god…..oh shit…Fuck yea,” as she screamed, reaching her own climax. It did feel good, a man hitting her spot like that. The trouble with men was, well besides the point that she was considered “Skirt” she was also addicted to what they gave her. She had almost wished that the person with her was another. One big, tall and sweaty mercenary. She would have him hard-just like last time, but the difference being, they would wake up the whole ‘verse. And she would force him to kiss her. She closed her eyes and dreamed.

And soon she heard him grunt and she figured it was over when he collapsed on top of her and whispered about her being his “gorgeous insatiable Amazon”. He uncuffed her and she made no effort to disarm him. He had sad look on his face but he still needed to keep the gun to her head. He kissed her lightly on her nose and she smirked slightly.

“So, why are you here?” -he asked, getting serious. He always got serious after sex. “Malcolm Reynolds,” she said finally. She put one hand behind her head and gave him a sheepish look. He gave her a disappointed look. “No,” he said, unbelieving. “Yeah and you shot him,” she said crossing her arms. He rolled off of her and uncocked his gun. “Well, he had it coming,” he said. He loathed Malcolm Reynolds. Loathed him to bits, and the feeling was mutual. “I know, but at least give him the money,” she said as she turned on her side and laid her head on his chest. She stroked his chest, lovingly.

“But him?” he said, disbelieving.

She lightly hit him and said: “Who do I look out for?” she asked

“Yourself,” he said truthfully.

“Of course I do,” she said and then added “Whose side am I on?”

“Yours,” he said smiling. She gave him a sheepish grin.

As long as he thought her the loner- she would be safe.

“So they can have money for a funeral,” she said, softly. “Business is business,” he said begrudgingly. “He cheated me out of lots of money,” “But Snooky… receiving the goods and then mortally shooting him, for no reason. Is that good business? The Operative took care of his connections- works getting harder, love. Aren’t you two even now?” she said and she held out her open palm and made a pouty face. “Just give them the money…So they can bury the man decent,” He laughed. She was right. Mal was probably going to die- So this would probably be the last time she would ask he would ask. She never asked for favors.

He put the gun in a drawer. “Ok, Ducky, but only because its you. Don’t let me catch sight of them ever again.” he said, as he took a cigarette case out of the night table and offered her one. “On the other hand, *you* can come back whenever you like,” he said and he kissed her shoulder, neck and cheek. “I’ll let’em know that,” she said as she took the cigarette and puffed away. She stroked his chest lovingly. It was cooler in bed and she didn’t want to go back outside. But she had to go, so she got up and got dressed. She hovered over him and he too got up and got dressed.

He stuck out his tongue begrudgingly and she did the same.

She wrapped her arms around him and she followed him to his office where he chucked out the coin that had been promised to the Serenity crew.

All of a sudden, a chill ran down her spine, she knew she had to get out of there.

She gave him a tender kiss and they bid their goodbyes.

“See you ‘round the ‘verse,” she said as she left.

“You could have worked for me, you know!” he said, calling after her.

“Yea, but you would have got bored,” she said as she closed the door.

He sat at his desk and she didn’t see the three shades of white that his face turned. She closed the door behind her and some goons took their place outside his door. She walked around the corner and stood against the wall and closed her eyes. She felt something- and it was NOT good. *** Maria closed the door behind her and left Badger sitting at his desk. “And that’s her,” he said as his guest appeared from the Closet. He looked sad and but there was no remorse in his voice. He looked out for his own interests as well. There stood Lady Yoshida-In all her finery although without her makeup. She had slipped in while Scorpion was getting distracted.

“Good,” she said, smiling. Without her makeup she looked far older then she actually was. “Now I know how to find her,” *** Maria opened her eyes. “That’s what you think,” she said as she headed back to Serenity.