Every day at 5 p.m., find a new episode of Mortal Derby X on 20 Minutes , Rocambole's soap opera, the app for reading differently. This series of SF projects us into a post-collapse world, the king sport of which is Quad Derby, a confrontation halfway between Roller derby and Rollerball. Its author, Michael Roch, is not an unknown. He has already published science fiction novels and hosts the YouTube book brigade.
Summary of previous episodes: During an accident in a Quad Derby match, Molly Pop, star of this sport, is violently kicked off the track by another competitor. She wakes up in the hospital with prosthetics in place of the legs and hatred deep in the heart. What is not tolerated in the Cocoon, the only protector of the human species since the Great Collapse of 2030 ... Molly is condemned to exile. Barely out of the Cocoon, she falls on Tob who makes him discover Althen, the largest city in the Free World and enlists him in his team to participate in the Mortal Derby X. The first leg is a failure but Molly noticed a staircase on the course, which leads to a bomb threatening the Cocoon and Althen. Cocoon authorities reach an agreement with Molly. If she and her team manage to prevent the bomb from exploding, she will be reinstated.
EPISODE XVI - Glowing propellers
[The content of this chapter has been modified to suit the general public. It can be read in its original version on the Rocambole application.]
Molly Pop violently enters the square of Brood B. Queen. The jammer is folded in half on a shoulder bag. Ass in the air, she stuffs a few things that still clutter the room. She straightens herself up, surprised by the Ravine pivot which places her on the wall. Molly Pop grabs her crotch in a breath.
- I saw your looks.
- So what ?
- You expected that. Not true ?
She takes his mouth, biting her lip, kissing her cheek. A heat invades the seams of the shorties by Brood B. Queen. She curves her pelvis, without responding to her attacker. Molly Pop sends him a burst of intentions that have been muzzled for too long. She grabs her hair, grabs her leg and lifts it up to her kidneys. No surrender is tolerable.
- Not true ?
Broody pushes her onto the cot, turns her tee, releases her chest, and rushes to her lips. The jammer still doesn't respond. She's been waiting for this moment for too long, well before even having seen her half hidden by a shower sheet, perhaps well since the first evening, after training. Molly grabs him by the neck, strangles him with both hands, spreads him from his face and slaps his cheek.
- It's not true ? Take me off, Broody B.
The jammer tears off Molly's tee. She almost suffocates. She lowers her pants, and under the thin layers of clothing, the anatomy explodes.
Molly Pop marks a time, that Broody mate - realizes the damage, scars at the top of the thighs, swelling in the hollow of the groin, the whole vulva, unaltered. Then, it relaunches its attack, biting the neck of the leader, crunching the vein, causing discharges of excitations. She harasses the nipples, closes her legs around the hips of the jammer, wedges her against her pelvis. Broody lets himself be guided, offers very little resistance, just enough to increase the tension.
- It's true, she breathes. It is true.
His breathing is short, broken by fever and the disorder of his mind. She embraces the body of the pivot, lying under hers, dominated by her surge of desire. Each touch, each encounter of their skin rekindles a blaze, one more step towards the fire.
When they come out of the square, the whole pack is on the rink, package in hand, on the back, or at the foot. Brood B. Queen watches them one by one. None dares to open their mouths. The cheerleader descends the banister, heads for the rusty locker room and grabs her star helmet. She wears a shorty hit "How I Roll, how you fail", her favorite since she was a jammer.
- Ravine Skulls, we were born on the Track. And deep down, we know that, even if we use our elbows: we will all die on the Track.
Broody B. sniggers, almost to herself.
- So why not tonight?
The pack does not flinch. Molly Pop, on the bridge, keeps her arms crossed. No girl is paying attention to him. Only Tob stares at her. In his eye, the hope of winning the Derby X kitty revives.
To be continued…
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