Written by Ruthless
Again. Oh God, No. Not again. Darren was going to turn me over to the
Darloxians and let them fuck me again. After the man had gone the horror
resounded through me in waves. The last time it had happened I had not believed
it could happen. The last time I had cringed helplessly. This time desperation
sang through me like adrenaline. It was only a few moments after my kidnapper
had gone that I began to crawl.
With my wrists and ankles
tied I could not crawl normally, of course, but I could hump forward using my
chest and my knees. I slithered this way to the door and half way up the door.
I used my face to work the control panel, pushing the split in my mouth against
my teeth as found the button. I toppled into the corridor and snaked inch by
inch down the glassy smooth white floor.
I had no coherent ideas. I
was thinking of finding an airlock and opening it. The airlocks would lead only
to the eternal emptiness of outer space that surrounded the ship. If I opened
an airlock I would die. But even as I crawled desperately creeping on my belly,
I knew that the airlocks would be tightly sealed, locked for safety against
accidental depressurization. There would be no way for me to open one if I even
made it that far. I wasn't committing myself to suicide, only to any
alternative at all except what I faced.
I never reached an airlock.
I found a partially open panel instead. The panel in the wall was near to
Darren's door. It was held askew over a maintenance duct by a single tab. There
had been work in progress just inside the duct and the panel had been put
replaced improperly. It had sharp edges. I grated the rope from my wrists and
ankles with the edge, forced my clumsy numb hands to unfasten the tab and got
inside the duct.
I had thought it would be
dark inside but it was not. Little white working lights gleamed in the ceiling
when I slithered into the narrow space, reacting with their motion sensors. It
was a narrow space but it was also long. It went in two directions over cables
and strange angular protrusions. It was only two feet wide but it was three
feet high. I started crawling on hands and knees.
If I could only get beyond
the tentacles; that was all I cared about. It did not matter what would happen
then. I could die of thirst curled up somewhere at the end of the duct, or the Darloxians
could vent toxic algae into it so that the poisonous green cells seared my
lungs and smothered me. I crawled slowly deeper. I was quivering with hope. The
duct did not end near the panel. Even the longest reaching tentacle could not
follow me into my hiding place.
It was just as well that
the duct was too low for me to stand, because I wasn't fit to walk. I was like
a half-crushed insect. I felt something fluid moving inside my bowel. My
activity had started a thick fluid flowing. I'm shitting myself, I thought at
the sickening sensation. I knew that my ruined sphincter had been so torn that
it would hold nothing in. The fluid slimed out onto my thighs.
I looked back at myself in disgust. Feces would have been bad enough, but I
was hoping I would not see mucus. I looked in hopes that the discharge would
not be show signs of the semen that the horrible aliens had polluted me with.
It was not white or clear muck, but thick soft globs of red coagulated blood.
It was blood clots passing out of me.
When I saw the blood I looked farther back. I was leaving little smears,
small traces of red on the shiny white floor of the duct. But the Darloxians
could not get into the duct and see it. They would only be able to trace me if
they had the sensors to calculate where I was in their ship.
It was a labyrinth. In one section it was quite narrow and I climbed. There
were pipes placed so that it would have been easy if I had had my own strength.
But it was narrow so that I could brace myself against both sides as I climbed
and so I made it a few yards up and into where the passage continued.
It was wide where it dead-ended, but it was a tangle of pipes, ducts and
wire bundles. They were labeled in Darloxian script. The area was the size of a
room, with a ceiling high enough to stand. The floor vibrated and so did one
wall. There was machinery below, heavy machinery at work that made the surface
below me warm. I could not go on so I stopped here, pressed flat to the floor
behind the pipes, taking comfort from the warmth.
They won't be able to get at me through the machinery, I reassured myself.
Even if they know where I am, they won't be able to move it or cut through it.
I can hide here. Nothing but a human could get into this place.
And then I thought in despair: Darren. The hijacker could come into this
place. He could follow the trails of blood I had left. He was going to find me.
I laid my head down hopelessly on the warm floor and waited and gathered my
It seemed quite awhile later that he came. The lights that marked movement
in the duct were my warning. I didn't try to move. I was wedged in behind the
pipes. That was the farthest that I could go. Darren moved steadily towards me.
I could not see him until he came into the area where the warm vibration of the
machinery was like a heart beat. He knew exactly which direction to look.
I expected rage. The man's eyes were fiercely bright but a lopsided smile
twisted his face. "Trying to play hard to get, Sweetheart?" He suggested
jauntily. "Is this your way of making me work for my pleasure?"
"Leave me alone." My voice came out weak. The man clambered over the pipes,
getting nearer and nearer. When he stopped he could have reached out and
grabbed me but he didn't reach out or draw a weapon. He just grinned.
"Now, why did you think that that sneaking off here would help you?"
"I just wanted to get away."
"Be a good little piece of space-trash, Iver, and come home." He advised me.
"No, thanks..." I answered him back with some of the jocularity that he was
aiming at me. I was breathless. He stayed amused.
"My Darloxians miss you, Iver." Said Darren. "They want to play some more."
"They play too rough."
"Sure looks like it." Darren agreed. Some of his smile left. "C'mon you
stupid cunt, what did you think, My Darloxians wouldn't know exactly where to
"No." I said. "I figured Hurlock Sholmes would track me down. I just hoped
I'd bleed to death first."
Darren hesitated. Perhaps my pun confused him. His words lacked inflection.
"Of course Hurlock found you. He's dying to get his prick up your sloppy fuck
tunnel one last time. He likes you too much to let you die all alone in here."
"Yeah, I was afraid of that." My voice was little and reedy.
Darren reached out. He grabbed me then. He took me by the leg and started
pulling. He had the strength to drag me out of the pipes but I was twisted in
them, my forearm turned sideways between the wall and one of the wider pipes.
My arm caught and it stopped him.
"Let go," he advised "Or it'll break your arm."
"No." I said.
He was nonplussed. He hesitated yet again before he shrugged. "Then I'll
I didn't turn my shoulder and try to ease my arm out. I laid still in the
pipes that twisted over me. Actually he had plenty of options. If he didn't
want to break my arm, he could have gone around and kicked it out from the
other side. But Darren didn't move.
"You know," He said. "You are the most fucking stupid human, I've ever met,
not just the ugliest."
"Darren..." A tremble had come into my voice. "Please, Sir. Don't let the
Darloxians fuck me again."
He scowled. His words were mocking "But they love you, Iver, even if you are
just a sloppy little fuckhole. They want you."
"Please Darren." I said. "Please kill me. I know I'm going to die from what
they're doing. Please kill me instead."
His face went expressionless. "Kill you? You want me to be kind to you and
put a bullet through your brain?"
"No." he said. "You disgust me so much that I want to see them hurt you."
"Then, please..." My voice was vibrating with tears. "Kill me afterwards, if
I survive it. Please. It hurts so much and they like it hurting me."
He moved forward teeth bared. He gripped my leg again. "Listen space-whore!
Where do you get off asking for mercy? You think you deserve it? Do you? Fuck
you, do you?"
"No." I wept. "But it hurts. It hurts!"
He took a grip on me and he pulled on me, not just on my leg. He climbed up
on the pipe on top of me and he punched me and pulled at me.
"Come to Daddy, Little Boy!" He sang out. "Here, Here, Here. Fuck you!"
Punching, he pried me loose. I did not have the strength to keep gripping. He
dragged me about until he was straddling me instead of the pipe. His mood was
so different from earlier. Even when he got angry he seemed close to laughing.
He flopped on top of me and laid his hand on my penis.
I winced. He didn't hit but the tissue was so bruised that he might just as
well have. He curled his warm hard palm around it and squeezed lightly. "You
cowardly little fuck-hole whore! What's the matter? Don't you like it? Don't
"No!" I tried to keep my arms between him and me. I could not keep him from
squeezing on my prick, but I instinctively raised my hands to shield my face.
"No, I don't like it. Please, please no more!"
"But you do like it, Cunty!" He bounced on me eagerly. "I know you do. I saw
the way you went at my cock. You're hungry for it!"
"Don't hurt me!"
He was getting angrier. With his teeth bared, he pried my arms easily open
and pinned them back. "Cocksucker! What's the matter with you? Can't take a
little Darloxian cock? Think you're too good to give my friends a little bit of
He had a hard on. I could tell that he did. He was bouncing up and down on
me to rub his cock against my belly. My guts were so sore that it was agony. He
wasn't being really cruel, like when he had slapped my face so carefully and
thoughtfully. He was just being exuberant. Only I was in no shape to take rough
handling. I groaned with the effort to breathe.
He leaned forward and down like he was going to kiss me. "God, are you
ugly!" He breathed. "I can't believe how ugly you are. Have you any idea what
you look like? Your asshole is big enough to take a rocket launcher. I could
fit my fist up there! You are so gross!"
Then he did start laughing but it didn't sound like laughter. It was gasping
sounds like he was struggling with something. "Aw fuck, Little Boy. I don't
believe you actually can take a Darloxian cock up your ass. Neaf got himself
right up inside you. Inside!"
He reached behind himself and took my penis again. He began to pull on it in
a parody of a caress, tugging slowly and insistently. "One last fuck, Human.
You brought it on yourself. Four two foot long Darloxian cocks and my fist and
then I'll let you die. I like you, Iver. You know that? I bet you don't believe
it. I wish you were pretty enough to keep you for my own. But you're not
pretty. It makes me want to puke, just to touch you."
With his knees on the ground he rubbed the front of his trousers from side
to side against my ribs. He was humping me like that. His eyes were on my
chest. He took my swollen nipple between his finger and thumb.
My nipple was incredibly tender. It was wet from the seepage where I had
been stung. It was a dark angry pink colour that stood up like a misshapen
parody of a woman's breast. He pinched the nipple and I groaned. He squeezed it
tighter and tighter until a ragged hoarse, inhuman sound came out of my throat.
When he stopped he raised his hand in front of my face and it was wet. He had
been squeezing the fluid out. He showed me his moist palm.
"Just be glad I'm kind to you, Iver." He said. "I could do far worse. You
know that? You want to die? Alright, then I'm going to kill you." Once more he
laughed. "You deserve that. Fuck, how I want you to die. I want you to be dead
so badly that I can hardly stand it."
Darren got off of me. I had no more strength to move. The feeble struggle I
had made and the crawl into the hiding place had taken it from me. I didn't
know if his promise was worth anything. He had said he would kill me, but
perhaps another alien rape would kill me. Perhaps he was lying to me.
"Poor little boy, Iver." He said. "One last fuck and you die. Just one more
fuck for me and the cocksucking space prostitute can be retired." He unzipped
and showed me his cock. It was rigid hard and dark with the engorgement.
Kneeling beside me, he stroked it across my belly.
He moved down and took my legs, levering them wide with both his hands so
that there was room for him to kneel between them. He pushed my legs back. He
kept his eyes fixed on me and started to jerk himself off. "You suck cock so good."
He said softly. "You suck me like nobody ever sucked me. Oh, fuck what a sweet
mouth you got. You've got the sweetest mouth in the galaxy. Yeah, Iver. I won't
hurt you. I'm just going to put a bullet in you, that's all. Don't you be
afraid, little baby. I'm going to make it stop hurting."
He placed his cock against mine to jerk himself off. He was making them both
tremble as his fingers slid back and forth. He rubbed the head of his cock
against my big, darkly swollen balls.
"Poor little cock.' He said. "So bruised up. What did you do, fight them?
You shouldn't have fought my Darloxians and made it hard for them."
"I couldn't fight them." I said. "Four Darloxians against me? I couldn't do
"You must have made them mad." His voice was still gentle. "Don't make the
Darloxians mad. They're good people. They took care of me."
He went on masturbating. He kept rubbing it against my penis and balls and
there was really no pain. He didn't talk any more. His breath came faster and
his eyes narrowed. He rubbed harder. His hand began to really fly up and down.
He was pushing toward me as close as he could. I lay passively. His clothes
were in the way and he yanked at them roughly so that he could get at his
prick, but he didn't touch me roughly.
At the last moment he bent over me and caught one of my legs. A trembling
cry of fear came out of me as he pushed my leg back and held me open. There was
an instant of searing agony as the head of his prick grounded at the wound but
he didn't have time to push it inside me. His prick was outside of me, a thick
rod of burning heat as he ejaculated. His cum spurted at my opening. Darren was
open-mouthed at the moment when he came, as if he was amazed. For an instant I
didn't feel the cum and then it was warm wetness and then he was tucking
himself back into his trousers.
He wanted me to crawl for him and I couldn't, not really. I did try but I
couldn't make it back again. He crawled belly to belly with me in the duct,
trying to tow me that way and laughed when it was too clumsy. He couldn't crawl
and drag me at the same time.
"Shithole," said Darren. "I should ask my Darloxians to torture you to death
for being such a pain." He laughed again. We were face to face. I tried to use
my arms to drag myself and cooperate with him but I just flopped on the floor.
He tried crawling backwards and pulling me but that didn't work and he swore
softly under his breath in an alien language. I looked at him fearfully,
thinking that he was building to sadistic rage again. My look wiped the laugh
from his face.
"Don't worry." He said and his tone was flat and his face was blank.
If it had been all the way back to the panel I had entered the duct from, I
would have been hysterical with fear, I think, but I did not have time to work
up to hysteria with my fear of the Darloxians again. We reached another panel
suddenly and it was open. I was levered out with Darren's arms and the hideous
Darloxian tentacles working together to pull me the last three and a half feet.
It was one of the Darloxians who carried me down the corridor. I sagged in
the implacable tentacles. I was focusing on hope, pinning my hope to the even
soft tone that had been in Darren's voice, in his promise that the Darloxians
wouldn't get to fuck me again.
It was in a cargo bay that they stood me on my feet. I could not have stood
alone. Tentacles pulled my arms wide and held me upright with my back to the
wall. It was an immense chamber, scaled to the Darloxians, with shipping bales
and crates partially filling it. Darren no longer seemed volatile. His face was
calm and without emotion.
The Darloxians gazed at me interestedly with their bulging frogeyes. The
pair that were holding me were pulling my arms so wide that even over the other
sources of pain clamouring for attention, I registered that they were hurting
my shoulders. I recognized Neaf. He was not one of the aliens that held me on
my feet. He was holding a slim black handgun.
"Chthri-Darren." The alien's voice was modulated into conversational human
tones. "Will this weapon be suitable?"
Darren took the weapon from the curled tentacle. "It's a low calibre." He
"It is of a lower calibre, so that the little-space primate will not die
quickly, the moment we pull the trigger."
"Yes, I see." Darren was businesslike, examining the gun. A great lump of
emotion was sticking in my throat. Half of it was fear and half hope. This
looked like the execution that Darren had mentioned. He really was going to
keep his promise and kill me without letting the Darloxians rape me again. But
even though it appeared he was going to keep his promise, their malevolence was
extending so that it would not be a clean ending.
"I guess it will do." Darren turned the handgun about in his hands. He
looked at me. His dark eyes were perfectly calm. At this moment he had full
rein on this moods. There was no sign of the repulsion he showed when he looked
at me ordinarily. He pointed the gun at me.
It was aimed low down. Its black muzzle pointed at my waist." A head shot."
Darren's dark eyes flickered up to mine abruptly. There was something
enormous behind the calm. I could not see what emotion it was. "No. If I hit
the brain stem..."
"This is so." The alien agreed. "Would Chthri wish for me to do it?"
"Why should you do it?" Darren's voice was loud.
"Whatever you prefer, Darren." The alien murmured.
My head was floating full of greyness. I was faint. I kept my eyes fixed on
the man. He moved in closer. He didn't hurry. It was the moment before I died.
His eyes were glued to my face. He brought the muzzle of the gun in until it
stopped, touching the naked skin above my navel.
It moved. I looked down. He was rubbing the muzzle of the handgun side to
side. It was the same motion as when he had rubbed his prick against me in
nearly the same place. It was so light it was like a caress.
My body was a mass of bruises. The gigantic sting welt on my chest was less
swollen now, but much darker with irritation. It was inflamed red and crusted.
Everywhere my eyes rested when I glanced down I saw the marks from the damage
that my captors had don't to me. I was hypnotized by the softly waggling gun.
"Iver." Darren's voice was close to me. It broke the spell. I looked up.
"Do you want it?" He said.
I was dumb. I could not answer him. My head was thick with the booming grey
of hypoxia. I had lost my footing and hung slack.
"Do you want to die, Iver? Answer me. If you don't say yes, I won't pull the
I looked up at Darren.
"Shall I pull the trigger?" He said.
I nodded my head.
His face tightened before his finger did. I saw his expression. Just for a
second it was stark on his face. It must not have been his emotion, but a
mirror of my own, for it was livid with an anguish that seemed to blaze through
A huge spear of dark thrust through my guts. Where my body core had been was
a savage ball of pain. I heard the after report as a muffled deafness echoing
the sound of the shot. My ears were ringing with it as I collapsed, released to
fall to the floor. For long seconds I lived with that pain, gaping like a fish,
bloody belly scrubbing as I thrashed in reflex kicks. Then I went blind and
then nothing was there, no sound and only resounding pain until that too faded
like the tintinnabulation of a hundred bells battering me apart.
The End of Part 5a
Written by Juxian Tang
So, we put Iver to the autodoc to test it. And after the heavy lid of the
machine slid over him there was nothing to do any more. Whether the thing was
doing its work, or killing him, or just stalling - it had to take hours until
we could get the results.
Yes, I had to be in a state while waiting - but strangely, I felt the
greatest flow of relieve spreading through me, so sweeping that it weakened my
limbs and swooned my head. The autodoc was tampered. It had to be. I believed
in it so full-heatedly that I didn't see anything irrational in my certainty.
Okay, but it was so easy for them to spoil it - why wouldn't they have done it?
"Inanna Great Mother," I whispered aloud knowing that the Darloxians didn't
listen to me. And even if they heard they would think I pray for the autodoc to
be valid. They were discussing human technologies, however, and Neaf turned to
me and patted my shoulder.
"Don't hurt yourself, brother. We'll call you."
I went to my room and there was nothing that could stop me - and, really, I
didn't feel like stopping from anything, I was anxious to prolong the feeling -
the stupefying state of everything going right and every wrong thing that was
done and happened - corrected.
Well, not so simple it was. The last thing before I inhaled my stuff - White
Dove my pusher called it - and the first thing when I came round - I saw again
the bullet from my gun entering Iver's body. His flesh ripped and blood
fountaining and when he fell on the floor then for some seconds he sort of
crawled - sure, it was convulsive motions - but it looked like to me as if he
wanted to drag himself away from us, as if he wanted to be in some other place
No, he was not the first man I shot at and killed. Only I guess it was never
like this - that he stood in front of me naked and so ravaged that there was no
live place on his body and it was me who had done it to him. I tortured him so
much that I made him want to die. I never tortured no one before.
After the effect of the drug assuaged I returned to the crew quarters. For a
couple of hours more I sat with my friends chatting and drinking tea or
something and then Soyii appeared to hail us. And we came up to the autodoc and
it was open and Iver lay there and he was alive.
He still was stoned - and his face was really marble - void of any
expression, smooth and bluish-white and with his lips pressed so tightly that
they were only a thin colorless line. His eye-lids were not lowered quite
closely and I could see his whites between these long arrow-like lashes.
There was no blood on Iver's body any more - I barely could believe that I
made him shed it. There was a neat two-inch dark pink scar instead, as if drawn
with an ink-pen. So neat that I felt like touching if to check if it was real,
if I would sense it under my fingers. The autodoc worked with his welts where
the Darloxians had stung him, too. Another scar, longer and somehow more
roughly looking, was going right across his nipple. And I saw the tiniest,
almost imperceptible trace in the corner of his mouth.
If not these marks, I thought, he could look the same as he was the day
before. When I undressed him to let my Darloxians have their pleasure.
"It works!" Neaf exclaimed in an amused voice.
"This human device is fine," Hurlock commented jovially.
"Well done, Chthri!" Soyii congratulated me. I turned to my friends and in a
moment I got into their embraces, with almost every tentacle pushing me,
wrapping around my shoulders, pulling me closer to them.
"I knew it would be all right," I saw Neaf's broad approving smile and
I didn't know what I felt. I looked at Iver - at the steady fluctuations of
his chest - and I didn't know what to feel. Everything I could find in my head
- every thought and phrase - was matching only one layout - with him being
dead. Dispose the body, I could hear my voice. Or - well, guys, the worst is
here, we'll have to find the programmer. I knew I could pronounce it - I was
preparing myself to tell it. Nothing was necessary now. And instead of
necessary things I found only some weird dull ache inside.
"Now we have an occasion to celebrate," Wagr suggested hilariously.
"I think I'll better go and try to contact the outsiders," Neaf switched to
his usual efficient manner in no time at all.
Others didn't leave. Wagr and Soyii were chatting brightly in Darloxian and
Hurlock I saw approaching the autodoc again. He butted Iver's body with his
tentacle casually, pushing at his side, almost flipping him over. It didn't
matter, I thought suddenly, he couldn't feel it. Hurlock glanced at me fleetly.
"What's now?" his voice was harshly modulated as usual, sometimes difficult
to comprehend even for me. I let his question hang.
Iver lay flat in my bed motionless for almost two hours more. At first I
walked around and then I just sat in the bottom part on the bunk feeling his
narrow feet almost pressed to my hip. I watched him.
So fuckin' funny it was that he turned out to be so beautiful! I mean, what
a strange coincidence - I never too no hostages as far as to our ship - and
this first one I had was the prettiest male I've ever met - and I never lusted
The thought that he could have been dead by now came again to me, annoying
like metal taste in my mouth. Yeah, he could. Not healed at all, with his body
still looking like a mess of injuries - I really never saw anything like this
before. I don't know how it could be that I felt anything but sickness looking
at him - and yet he was making me so horny that I didn't care what I was doing,
still less what I was doing to him. Was it the reason why I wanted him to die?
Well, now he was not so much destroyed. And once again I felt the urge to
touch him, to run my fingers over his body to check if he was really back and
whole, and here with me. I put my palms round his delicate ankles. They were so
cold that it burnt under my skin. I touched his hands - they were pliant and
"Iver, you are freezing," I whispered pulling a blanket over him.
Some more minutes passed before he started moving. I felt it at once. At
first it was still unconscious, he just thrashed a little, pushing me with his
feet slightly. I glanced at his face - it was not placid no more - with the
frown between his thin dark brows. His lips curved - and he closed his eyes
shut - to open them at the next moment.
I apprehended it to happen - but when he did look at me I understood his
sight was still too clouded, he simply didn't register what he saw, better to say,
he didn't see. His mouth worked painfully, as if he tried to moisture his lips
and his tongue was too dry for it.
I brought a cup of water to him. And when he drank it his eyes were getting
clarified - unavoidably. Then he pushed me.
It was a feeble push and if I was intended to stay it would be easy for me -
but I stepped back. I splashed a little water on the floor and on myself and it
made me chuckle. My laughter abated quickly when I saw his face.
"You..." staring at me, with his eyes completely sober, Iver whispered. He
peered at me - as if he couldn't discern me clearly - but it was not so, of
course. "You... Darren..."
"I am," I answered curtly. He really didn't need my confirmation. With his
eyes like two narrow slits and his teeth glistening between his half-parted
lips he was absorbing me - and I saw the first fit of shivering that shook him.
His voice when he spoke again was not shaking - but, maybe, it was too feeble
to display any emotions.
"You killed me..." he paused. His brows slid together - as if it was not
right. Then he found correct verbalization. "I thought you killed me."
"Yeah, I shot," I showed him my hands - as amiably as I could. I was not
sure if he paid attention to my words or to my gestures, even though he watched
me fixedly. He couldn't get control of his face - I saw little cramps
"You did it," he repeated. "I remember," I saw him pressing his palms to
where my bullet hit him - as if he felt it tearing him again. Then his face
changed once more. He kicked the blanket down. His eyes were wild when he
looked at the place on his belly where there was no blood any more. He gasped
once and I drew my breath in, too.
"It's gone!" I couldn't figure out his emotion when he said it. He didn't
give me time to acknowledge. "You mended me. Oh, sure! Your autodoc..." he
stopped abruptly. His fingers wandered on his scar. I bit my lips. He started
again. "It is in order, right?"
How darn him could he know it? I didn't remember - did I mention the autodoc
in his presence? I had to. I couldn't believe that he guessed so right so soon.
"Iver..." I tried to say something, I didn't think of what exactly. He
didn't let me. The expression on his face - it made me flinch.
"Congratulations," he said quietly.
His eyes became dull. He shuddered again and wrapped his arms around himself
- as if he was very cold - and he turned on his side away from me, with his
knees crouched. His lids sank down. There was no pain on his face, merely
tiredness. He didn't make any noise; his body rocked tiny, as if he was
"Iver," I said again.
I stood at the back of my bed, clasping it tightly and watched him. He was
reeling mutely. When in a while I heard his voice again - it was very small.
And he didn't speak to me. He muttered something under his nose - I couldn't
catch a word but somehow I doubted that it was a prayer. He was raving.
"Iver, stop it."
He ignored my words. I stepped closer to him, not knowing if I going to
strike him or to put a caress on him.
"Shut up. Shut up, you fuckin' sicky."
He didn't answer. I felt my voice rising. I was going to shout at him - and
I use my will to make myself sound flatly.
"Don't make a show for me. I don't buy it. I don't believe you, shitty liar.
You didn't want to die. You tried to take me in. Nobody wants to die. It is
good to be alive. Come on! Tell me! Tell me you want to die again!" I stopped
abruptly. "Don't even you dare to tell me it. You don't know anything about
I knew it was not true, of course. He was dead.
I towered over him now - and he still didn't tilt his face to me. He was in
shivering. I felt two equal desires - to grasp his matted hair and slam his
head against the metal post of my bed - or to put my hand on his hunched
"Fuck you, stupid scum," I cursed. I was sure that he didn't hear me. But he
did. And oddly it made him glance at me. "You know what? You could be cold
right now. I could throw your body to the outer space. Do you think it would be
"Yes," I heard his voice, hoarse with the feelings he tried to overwhelm. I
set a smile on my lips but he hardly noticed it. He looked right in my eyes.
"No," I said firmly. I glanced at the cup half-full of water still in my
hand. "Shit. Am I arguing with you?"
He continued to look straight at me. I plashed the water into his face. He
didn't look aside. Then he said very tranquilly:
This question... With some creepy feeling I recalled Hurlock asking it only
a couple hours ago. I had ignored him. I could ignore Iver, too, why not? Only
I didn't feel like.
Very slowly I sat down on the bed at his side. He didn't shrink away from
me, neither he revealed any other emotions. He just waited for my answer.
"And what do you think will be now?" I asked carefully, reaching my hand to
his cheek. I was prepared for him to quiver under my touch. He didn't. For a
moment he refrained, perhaps wondering if I asked for real. He didn't have much
to lose answering, anyway.
"You will let your Darloxian friends fuck me again," he said tonelessly.
I was fingering his soft hair. I stopped for a while and then started once
more. He didn't register my hand - at least it seemed so.
"Shall I?" I asked at last. He didn't answer - but really, it was me who had
to answer. I forced myself to speak and I couldn't. I sighed. "We are going to
sell the autodoc soonest," I said eventually. "We won't be able to stuff you
there again... and you will need it if my friends fuck you, you see. I don't
know. I don't believe you want to die - though you said it to me and you say it
again. So, I'd, maybe, better not allow them to put their dicks inside you...
At least, as long as you behave yourself and do not make me mad," I added
quickly. "Clear?" I plucked at him shortly. "Clear, shitty boy?"
I couldn't figure out what was the emotion in his huge golden-black eyes
staring at me. If there was joy it was not substantial.
"Yes, Darren, sir," he said. I patted his cheek, settling more comfortably
near to him. Iver recoiled, giving me place, and I used it to lie down, putting
my boots on the bed, too. There was not much space here - but I didn't mind. I
turned on my side to face him - and he lay docilely, without saying a word. He
must have felt feeble after the surgery. But there was something more then
feebleness in his pliancy.
The blanket - as he pulled in down - was covering only his privates now -
and he didn't try to adjust it. I took his face between my fingers and thumb.
"Kiss me, hear?" I directed his jaw, closing my face to his at the same
time. He gave in without hesitation. For a moment I saw his tender lips parting
- and then they touched my own lips and I felt the taste and wetness of his
mouth. Despite myself I smiled into this kiss - but the next second I didn't
smile any more, flabbergasted with the sensation of his soft warm tongue
sliding inside my mouth. Some part of my mind registered what it was: I told
him to kiss me - and he did it exactly. I didn't kiss him but he deep-kissed
me, cruising his tongue in my mouth, intertwining it with my own tongue. I was
His thin tentative digits touched my hand. I probably dug my fingers too
tough into his skin and he tried to release my grip. I let him go. I started
groping his smooth hair instead - and I felt him touching my upper arm while he
was still lapping on my tongue.
It was flame going down through my body from our pressed lips. With every
his lick I felt something clenching in my chest sending resonant waves of
dizziness. I realized about having hard-on when I hurt myself pressing the
erected organ too tightly to his thigh-bone. My skin was smoldering. What I
really wanted - I knew it terribly clear - was to drive all my body into his,
to drown myself in him, to clench with him inseparably.
He withdrew his mouth. It was good as well - I gasped for air. My face was
twitching - I smiled and crooked at the same time. Iver's palm slithered
without pressure upon my arm.
"Sweet whore," I whispered tightly. I didn't know what I was going to do -
to grasp him and squeeze him until I hurt him - or to fling him on the floor.
It ached in my chest so much.
"Darren," a sudden soft voice hailed me through the intercom breaking the
spell. It was going from outside of the door. Neaf. "Darren, I don't bother
I skipped down from the bed, checking swiftly my clothes. It was in order
though demonstrating clearly my arousal. I pushed the button to open the door.
"I was afraid I woke you up," my brother stepped inside carefully, gazing
around. There was a mellow curious expression on his face.
"No," I smiled to him. "Not at all, my Neaf."
"Ouch, you are already tinkering with the human toy," he remarked.
I shrugged. I moved back to the bed. There was no place to sit for Neaf -
but he didn't care. He stopped at the foot of the bed and looked at Iver
intently. He seemed thoughtful.
"He already looks rather lively," he said contemplatingly, raising two of
his tentacles under the place where his chin had to be.
"Yes," he mused aloud. "The autodoc does its work. And - you know, brother,
humans only seem to be frail species. They are extremely recoverable. I
remember you - I wouldn't bet any Darloxian would recover - and you did."
I moved my shoulder sharply. I didn't like to recall it - however, I didn't
need to recall. Neaf went on looking at Iver. I couldn't see Iver's eyes,
half-covered with his lashes, but I could see his face getting pale.
"This scar doesn't spoil its looks," Neaf informed. I saw his tentacle
reaching and tapping on Iver's belly. He didn't press it, just groped. Iver
sucked his breath in. His belly fell. But it was not enough, of course, to
escape. "Neither does this one," Neaf pointed at his nipple.
"Probably," I forced a little laughter out of myself.
"Oh, sure," Neaf answered absent-mindedly. "They said the autodoc sew him
around his rear hole, too."
Yes, and it mended his smashed insides, I thought. Neaf didn't wait for me
to reply. One his tentacle tugged the blanket down from Iver and other two
seized his ankles and forced him up and wide swiftly. He dragged him a little
over the bed.
"Well, it is shut again," Neaf commented calmly, poking with his tentacle.
"As if we never penetrated him. Hurlock says it gives us a lot of
I never stopped grinning for a moment. Neaf paused and then I said it:
"Tell Hurlock I am not going to use the autodoc again. Tell him I don't
permit to tear the human."
"As you like it," at the next moment Neaf dropped Iver's legs abruptly. "By
the way," then he turned to me and I stepped closer. "I didn't get the answer
from the outsiders."
I hemmed. It was not weird, of course, taking into account it was only
several hours since we sent a message for them - but it was the captain of the
mutants who insisted he was in a hurry.
"I'll check it every hour," Neaf promised.
"Anyway, if they are going to be out of touch tomorrow morning - there is no
"He was firmly intended to buy and he liked the price."
"I don't worry," I said. "It is not the thing that we won't be able to get
off our hands."
"By all means, Darren," Neaf agreed. There was some pause in his words. Then
he said reluctantly. "Jose left his signal."
With some sickening feeling I heard this name. He was my provider, Jose, and
somehow I was a kind of embarrassed to hear about him - the same as I didn't
like to hear about everything that was connected with the White Dove - but
meanwhile it was always swirling somewhere in my mind.
"What does he want?"
"I don't know..." Neaf seemed hesitant; he didn't mean he didn't know, of
course. "He asks if we are going to buy anything in the nearest future."
"Wow!" I laughed almost light-hearted. "He got bird-news that I earned some
"Actually..." Neaf doubted again. "Are you sure you have enough of the
This question made me gape. We didn't usually discuss these things with the
Darloxians, including my brother. Sometimes I even forgot that they knew about
it, that it was one of them - I didn't remember which - who presented me this
stuff as strong and clear - some years ago.
"Yeah, I have," I drawled. I was checking in my mind what I really had in my
phial. Fifteen dose. Maybe, twenty. From month to two months of use.
"Jose is going to retire. The business grew too dangerous for him, you know,
with these UTI. He says he sells his last delivery and then he is out."
"Oh," I said smiling wryly. "Some are able to get out."
But it was not what I really thought about. Well, Jose was not the last
pusher of the Empire - and I was sure there were others who had the stuff -
even if it was rare. And still...
"We will find another source," Neaf said echoing my own thoughts. I thought
that in the beginning, when I used it once a week and even more seldom - just
when I felt especially low - I wouldn't give a second thought to the idea that
I had to spend a while without it. But now I was not so sure.
Neaf looked at me waiting, without any impatience on his benign face.
"You decide, brother," he said.
"Well," I made another attempt, "we don't know if we would have money from
the mutants - and when. It's a bit unreasonable to buy now, huh?"
The stuff cost exorbitantly. Well, the Alazanians who extracted it risked
their lives. Neaf spoke. His voice was pure velvet - so tender - and when he
only started I knew what he would say:
"Whatever you need, brother, you'll have. Don't upset yourself."
Was I afraid to stay empty? I realized suddenly I was. Ouch! As any fuckin'
deranged addict. I giggled. I didn't like this realization. But still less I
would like it if I wouldn't be able to find anything in my phial in my pocket.
Neaf left saying he would contact Jose without lingering any more and I
closed the door behind him. The room was quiet. I turned around after a little
pause and saw Iver still and silent on the bed. He lay exactly where Neaf left
him - just turned to his side and crouched tighter. His eyes were following me.
Now his irises were almost light in their brown color - but no help for me
in reading their expression - and after a second I was not sure I wanted to
read it. You are my little human pet, I thought, you know it. I looked at his
gentle mouth that kissed me only quarter an hour ago. I knew I could sit down
near to him and he would kiss me again. Not because he wanted to. But I
promised him not to let my friends screw him - and I kept my promise.
There was something creepy cold spreading inside me. I narrowed my eyes.
"Iver!" a little more coldness penetrated me when I watched his face getting
wary. "Lie on you back."
He obeyed. For a moment he looked at me trying to figure out what was
waiting for him. I walked closer.
"You'd better be good for me, Iver," I said unhurriedly, measuring his flat
body with my eyes. "Or I will be bad for you. You can believe it."
The End of Part 5b
ALIEN STORY - 6a
Written by Ruthless
His hands moved over me
possessively, without passion. There was no malice in them, no mercy. They
simply moved over my skin confidently and slowly. The edge of his thumb paused
on the nipple where I now had a scar and flickered. His dark eyes studied me
coolly watching for a reaction. I lay motionless, palms at my sides on the bed.
Darren's fingertips spiraled
lazily and curiously, circling the blemished nipple before they traveled to my
throat. His skin was warm as his touch followed the tendons up to the corner of
my jaw. His steady gaze was implacable. He drew his thumb across my lips. It
paused at the corner and I remembered that I had had a split there. Perhaps I
had a scar.
He didn't tell me what to
do. Earlier, he had said, "Kiss me." I had known what to do then. The only
thing I could be sure of now was that I shouldn't try to stop him. I had no
right to stop him from touching. Whatever Darren wanted to touch, or if he
wanted to hurt, he could do that.
I was light-headed, hollow
inside, filled with a gigantic emptiness. I had expected to be dead and I was
not dead. I did not know how to feel. I kept my gaze on the man's face, looking
for cues. There were no cues there. I focused everything on the man. Beyond him
was a terror too immense for me to deal with. I shut down the terror, until the
moment that he would trigger it. I watched him toying with my body.
He spoke: "I don't like
this hair on your chin." I had grown stubble. He was exploring the roughness
with his fingers and disliking it.
"I'm sorry, Sir." My voice
came out thin and reedy. His accusation made me anxious. He didn't like it. All
I could do was apologize. It was not my fault it had grown there. Ordinarily I
would have taken it off. I could not shave because I was this man's prisoner
and I apologized.
His eyes flickered in
disbelief or contempt. His hands worked lower. They crossed my throat again,
were once more back at my nipples. He used both hands and pinched them sharply.
I didn't react to the sharp pain; it was minor. Not reacting seemed to be the
right thing to do. I didn't see another flicker of contempt.
He's a soldier, I thought.
A professional. He had hard training. That's why he's so contemptuous when I
cry out in pain. He thinks I'm weak. That's why he hates me. He wouldn't cry
out. He doesn't show fear. I have to hide it when it hurts. But I'm a
researcher, not a soldier. I'm not a killer.
His hands were fanned out
now, wavering over my ribs. They stopped at my navel and made patterns. The
pattern wasn't symmetrical. I didn't look but I knew he was following a trail
that curved about the new scar on my belly. His eyes were no longer on my face.
He was in no hurry to move on. They traced the path they had made around the
scar he had made when he shot me, round and around.
I thought of a little boy,
pushing model ground cars along roads in a sandbox. I was a toy to Darren, like
that. Around and around the finger tips spiraled until one of them wavered and
got into my pubic hair. The fingers stopped.
I looked down. Darren was
staring at my cock. I was flaccid. My cock was lolling sideways, pointing
towards my thigh, almost completely covered in the foreskin. He had only the
same thoughtful, brooding look on his face as his gaze fixed on this part of
"Spread your legs."
I spread them immediately
as widely as there was room to on the narrow bunk. Darren stood. I watched him
undress, tugging open his dark short military jacket and dropping it on the
floor, The white shirt followed. The little hair that was on his chest was so
dark that it was prominent. It made him look masculine to my eyes, made myself
with my pale body hair look boyish and ineffectual. His boots clumped on the
floor as he dropped them aside. His black tough trousers lowered and he kicked
them down. His tall cock was standing up like a feral creature. It was
He came to the bunk beside
me so that his cock was near my hips at the level of my hands. "Work it." He
I reached my hand over,
circled firmly and felt how hot his skin was in my palm. I slid it up and down.
"You shitty space-whore."
His voice had dropped a little. It was deeper and softer, probably with
pleasure. I masturbated him mechanically, waiting for instruction to stop or to
vary it. I felt like his cock was an animal and I was about to be bitten. It was
a living thing, a little carnivore; it was going to hurt me.
"Iver, you bastard," He
breathed. "Make it feel good. Yeah. Service me you shitty space-prostitute."
His fingers moved over to
my belly poking hard. I might have rolled towards him, because he urged me to
make it feel good, but his fingers were in my way, working over me. They were
jabbing into me, pushing on me from my chest down to my groin. He took my cock
in his hands just for an instant. He was rough, like a man angrily pawing
through a drawer for something he cannot find.
When he moved, his graceful
motion startled me. He swung up onto the bed between my wide spread knees. I
had to let go of his cock. It was red and angry looking. He took me by the
"Don't flinch now, Iver."
He warned me. "Or it's going to hurt."
I didn't flinch. He tilted
my knees back, pushing them towards my arms so that I was doubled up ungainly
and my anus was exposed. He spat noisily into his palm and slicked it on his
cock. Then, when he pushed the thick blunt tip of his cock against my anus, I
felt my muscles clamp in reflex. He pushed forward anyway. His eyes were again
fixed, burning dark and terrible on my face.
It hurt. Oh, it didn't hurt
nearly like the incredible pain when the Darloxian cock had torn me right open.
Then I had screamed uncontrollably and been unable to breathe for the pain.
That pain had almost made me black out. Compared to that, this was a little
pain. I didn't scream or cry out when he stabbed his prick hard into me. I made
no noise at all.
But I breathed differently,
deeper and with shuddering breaths and Darren could see that. I tried to
conceal how it hurt. He stabbed it hard inside me with deep strokes. My
nostrils flared as I tried to keep a grimace off of my face. His face had gone
narrow with contempt. He could read my pain easily. He let go of my legs and
braced his hands on my shoulders, leaning down; pinning me as his hips kept up
their rapid tempo.
"What's the matter
fuck-doll? Don't you like me? That sweet little virgin ass you waggle around is
too good for me? Shit!" He told me rudely. "If you didn't want to be fucked,
you shouldn't keep waving it around so pretty and giving me the big eyes."
"I'm sorry." I gasped. I
could not even keep my voice steady.
"Get used to it, fuck-toy."
He ordered me. Stroke after stroke was slicing so deeply that he was bottoming
out. I felt his balls pressing firmly below my opening.
I knew what he said was
unfair and was a lie. I had done nothing at all to come on to him. It had never
occurred to me to come on to him. But all the same his words made me think
desperately that I had to act differently to avoid turning him on. There was a
wide, almost smile stretched across my face, half a mask of pain, half a
placating look. I was trying to look normal in a situation that was nothing but
normal, when pain and humiliation were like a fist slamming into my guts.
Darren bent forward. He
dropped between his own shoulders, seeking with open lips for my mouth. For a
moment his long eyelashes dipped and shielded his dark smouldering eyes. I
craned upward to meet his kiss. His lips were warm and soft and firm at once.
His breath was sweet. The tip of his tongue flickered between my lips, asking
me to meet it. I kissed him with my tongue and his tongue plunged possessively
He was getting close to
cumming. He gasped into my mouth. His hard palmed hands slithered across my
skin. He stabbed viciously into me and missed his stroke. The wet cock stabbed
across my balls instead. But he didn't stop and try to replace himself. He just
thrust on, still hard, two more strokes while he struggled to lean even closer
to my mouth. I felt the pulse as his twitching cock rammed in a short stroke
between my genitals and his belly.
I let my legs go back down
as I felt his cum pulsing in warm spurts on my lower stomach. He lay flat so
that his cock was sandwiched tightly between us. He kept kissing me, the
flickering motion of his tongue slowing down. I held completely still, waiting
for cues from my rapist. A huge shudder started to pass through me and become
visible but I tensed into immobility and held it down.
He wasn't kissing me. He
was spent. He lay heavily. It was long seconds before he raised his head and
looked at my face. He looked just a little vacant; the way people do after an
orgasm that has drained them. I wondered if he would be angry that his cock had
come out of me. It had to have hurt when the stroke hit outside me instead of
in me. He might be about to blame that on me.
He moved his hand. It came
up onto my forehead. He brushed his fingers lightly again and I realized that
my forehead was damp with sweat. His dark eyes were only about three inches
from mine now. He seemed mesmerized, an after affect of the orgasm. Or maybe it
was just a deeper version of the intense scrutiny that he had put me under
before when he had started exploring my body. I was a specimen to him, an
object to study.
"Poor boy, did that hurt?"
His soft voice was mocking and tender at once.
"Not too much." I said.
"You can do that. I mean, I know you can do that, Darren, Sir. I mean that it's
okay." My words started speeding up. "It's alright. I wouldn't say anything. "
I broke off suddenly as I realized that I was babbling from trying to express
He didn't sneer at me. He
reached down under himself and over my balls. I spread my legs again to give
his fingers passage. He found my sore, raw hole and rubbed it briskly. I winced
because I hadn't been prepared for the touch.
"Want my cock in there
I paused, knowing that his
cock was growing flaccid between our bellies. I could feel it shrinking,
leaving a snail trail of the repulsive cum that it had spurted behind it as it
crept slowly back. Darren wasn't talking about fucking me again, this minute.
"If you want to. What ever
you want to do." I said.
"Me or my Darloxians?"
"You." I said instantly.
"Then you be my little
space-whore, my promiscuous piece of space trash." He said. His voice was still
teasing tender, like a parent cooing over a child. "And for awhile I'll keep
their cocks out of your pretty pink asshole. As long as I still find you
amusing I won't share that part of you with them. Understand? You still have to
keep them happy, not just me, but I won't let them fuck you up the ass. Use
your mouth on them or something..."
"Okay Sir." I couldn't
breath. The idea was too disgusting and terrifying.
A small unkind smile
quirked his mouth. "And when I get bored it's fuck party time again. Only this
time, I think I'm going to watch. When you piss me off, I'm going to turn you
over to the Darloxians again and watch them fuck you into a bloody skin bag of
Misery escaped onto my
features. I didn't answer him.
He sat up. "Hey baby, It's
no big deal. One more fuck party with you as the guest of honour. My guess is
you'll pass out quick once they really get going."
"Do I...do I get put back
in the autodoc afterwards again?" I undid any of the effect my earlier attempts
at stoicism may have gained me. My voice came out whimpering.
He was sitting up,
straddling my pelvis now. He shook his head and his voice was sharp. "No, we're
not keeping the autodoc. I got hold of that thing to sell it. The next time
I'll let the Darloxians keep you. They want to try out and eat you, see what
human meat tastes like."
Tears were spilling from my
eyes. I had no control over them. They blurred my vision.
"Don't cry!" Darren
I brought my hand up and
scrubbed the tears from my eyes with the back of my wrist. I put on a smile
somehow. I was still struggling to act calm and friendly for him, even though
the capricious malice that he was directing at me was killing me horribly. My
voice came out almost normal and chatty. "How can the Darloxians eat me anyway?
They don't have any teeth."
"They like their meat well
decomposed." Darren informed me. "On Darlock when they hunt they beat their
prey to soften it, and then they bury it for a couple of weeks, so that by the
time they dig it up, it's completely mushy."
A gag stuck in my throat.
"Well, I won't be alive for that anyway!" I made my voice bright and cheerful
and of course it sounded totally artificial. It didn't make Darren mad. He
swung down from on top of me. He didn't pause to clean his cock off, but walked
around the room with his lithe muscular body naked.
He strolled over to one of
the built in lockers that furnished the room. He took some rope out of it. He
crossed back to me holding the rope.
"Now, listen, fuck-toy."
Darren said kindly and seriously. "If you try to escape again, you know you're
not going to get anywhere. But if you even try, I'm going to hurt you this time
in a way you find unbearable. I'm going to pop your eyeballs out or slice your
cock off, something like that. So do be a good little boy and don't make any
trouble for Papa Darren."
"No, Sir." I said.
"Now how shall I fix you?"
He caught me by the upper arm and hauled me unceremoniously off of the bunk.
"Not in my bed. How about over the chair? Think that would be comfy?"
"In the chair?" I got
unsteadily to my feet.
"Over the chair." He guided
me to it. It didn't cross my mind to fight with him. The autodoc had healed me
but left me weak. Even at my best I was not going to be a match for Darren.
He laid me belly over the
chair and then adjusted it so that the arms and the seat were level. It was a
comfortable padded armchair. Darren eased me about so that my head was resting on
the surface, but this meant that my ass was sticking out a few inches. He
started twisting the rope around me. He worked very slowly and carefully. When
he had tied me earlier, he had yanked the knots savagely tight so that they
squeezed into my flesh and pulled my arms back under stress while they slowly
robbed my hands of circulation. This time when he tied the rope he made it
secure but not tight.
He tied my wrists together,
but not so that they met. The rope that spanned them ran across the small of my
back. My knuckles were about four inches apart. The rope that wound my
shoulders and kept my chest against the chair had an inch of slack in it.
"How's this?" Darren ran a finger under the rope against my shoulder blade,
testing it. "Not too tight?"
"Yes, it's okay, Sir. It's
not too tight."
"And this?" he pulled on
the slack in another rope.
"Yes, Sir. It's okay."
Then he tied my knees at
the bottom of the chair. He tied them spread widely. My genitals dangled into
the air vulnerably. I spread available for access. That wasn't a coincidence.
"Looks good." He patted me.
I turned my head and watched him as he dressed. He had his head turned, not
watching me and I looked at the little silver hoop that gleamed white against
the darkness of his hair as he pulled his garments on.
I thought that he forgot to extinguish the light in his cabin when he went
out, but it wasn't an oversight. He was back soon with his hands full. Darren
sat down on the floor right in front of me. I saw that what he carried were
dishes, a cup and two covered containers, a spoon run awkwardly through his
There was food in the dishes, a clear rosy pink fluid in the cup. Darren was
smiling. "Is my little cock-sucker hungry? How about it, fuck-toy? It's been
what, three days since we got you on board? I know the autodoc pumped some
fluid and nutrients into you, but I'll bet you're hungry."
I forgot to answer him. I just stared. He didn't get angry. He tilted the
cup up to my mouth.
It wasn't easy trying to drink while lying on my belly with my neck
extended. I tried to do it carefully. I didn't want to waste a drop of the
sweet fluid, which tasted like fruit juice. But some of it spotted on the
armchair because of the position that I was in.
"All you have to do is keep me from being bored." Darren explained. He put
spoonfuls of a white nutty paste into my mouth. "That shouldn't be too hard for
a horny space-whore like you. A few more of those virtuoso blow jobs that you
give will keep you going for a few days. Show me your expertise."
"I'm not really a whore, Sir." I said.
"If you're not, you should have been. You could have fucked your way clear
across the galaxy with a pretty mouth like yours and that trim little ass." He
poked another spoonful of the food patiently into my mouth.
"I don't have experience. I never even had sex with a man before you did it
to me." I said desperately. I wanted him to understand that I wouldn't know
what to do.
"Fuckin' lying' slut." Darren muttered.
"I'm sorry, Sir. But it really is true." I apologized.
"Where'd you get that habit, calling me Sir?" he demanded suddenly. "Sir. It
rolls off your tongue so naturally. Just like some damn enlisted soldier.
You're not para-military. I know it. Where'd you get the idea of calling me
I stammered. "Muh-my father was a Colonel, a retired Colonel. He was
old-fashioned. He like us to call him that. I'm sorry, Darren. I don't know.
How do you want me to talk? I was being respectful. I was trying to be
Darren gave a sound like a smothered chuckle. "Sir is fine. I like to see
you groveling. It suits me if you know your place."
He had fed me all of the food, a full meal of it and the juice. It filled a
little of the gigantic emptiness that was in me. I was amazed that he was being
so kind, and I was desperate to keep him that way. I kept smiling at him.
"Thank you, Darren." I said. "Thank you, Sir."
He looked away. Collecting the empty dishes, he stood. "You'll need your
strength." he said. "Yeah, if I want you to last as a fuck toy until we get to
the Staireth Space Port, I can't have you passing out from hunger and thirst."
As he walked past me towards the door, he laid a slap sharply on my exposed
ass. "I want you to feel it while I'm fucking you. I want you to feel every
Then he left his cabin again and this time he did switch off the light.
The End of Part 6a
ALIEN STORY - 6b
Written by Juxian Tang
I put the panel back to its place firmly and fastened it. More than two
hours I spent inside the duct fixing the cables for the bottom storage. I
believed I coped with it, at least for now.
I looked for the blood traces on the smooth floor - and there was none, of
course - the renewing surface absorbed them completely - but I still felt dizzy
when thinking about it. Even though everything was alright with Iver now, you
know, no blood at all. I crawled over the cables to the cavern where I had
found him yesterday. I looked at the place - it was clear, too - and I
scrambled down there and sat, kneeling in the same position, and I took my time
Everything I had done and said here was back again. His wax-colored
desperate face when he tried to breathe because I thought it was nice and fine
to press on him! I knew I hurt him, I yanked and pushed him and I didn't care.
But I thought he was going to die. That's the thing. I believed it was going to
Well, it stopped, in any case. He was not in pain, right? Even when I fucked
him in the morning. Aw, I managed well, didn't I? Made it clear what was going
to go on.
"I never did it with a man before you did it me," I heard Iver saying it
once again. I chuckled. It didn't matter. My forehead was cold with sweat while
I stood with the screwdriver in my limp hand.
It was Neaf who called me and I shook myself before going. Well, it couldn't
be helped. Iver had to disgust me twice; because I was a rapist - and because I
was a man who liked to fuck men.
The dialogue with Lancie Hopper, the captain of the outsider's ship, was
lengthy and inefficient. His imperious three-eyed face on the screen was
adamant, with these huge turned inside out lips that made him look like a
crucian carp clasped together. He made it clear that he was not going to arrive
on Staireth in the nearest week.
When the screen dimmed I looked backed at Neaf who strolled behind me
tapping his tentacle thoughtfully against his forehead.
"Do you think they really apprehend UTI?"
"I don't know," he shrugged, stopping for a moment, and then regained his
pace. "For all I hear Staireth is too much of a crib for UTI to put their noses
"So..." the idea made me chuckle sourly. "Are they afraid of me? They think
I could try to blow their freaky asses up for a couple of credits?"
"A couple of millions of credits," Neaf corrected.
"My reputation," I sighed. "It's ruined! Oh, Baal Implacable... You know
what?" I caught one of Neaf's tentacles and detained him. "I am going to the
Staireth Port and find another purchaser."
It was not a reasonable idea and Neaf informed me about it. It was safer
simply to wait. Wait! I hated it. And I hated having the thing - the autodoc -
aboard. This was, probably, the most definite feeling I had. I let Neaf go and
lolled back idly. So quiet it was in the room of my brother. I listened to the
steady slap-slap of his soles on the floor and waited to leave.
"What's that?" Neaf lingered again in front of me, now on his own accord,
and his tender slimy limb touched carefully between my brows.
"Iver. My pet," I shrugged. "Too much of nuisance. I try to figure out if it
is worthy of what I can get from him."
"Does he annoy you?"
"I don't know..." I paused. "No. Simply I used to be alone, I guess."
Well, it was like that. For the last nine years I didn't sleep a night with
somebody else in the room.
"Then you can put the little thing to the storage hold - if you don't want
to finish with it."
"Yeah, I can."
"Look, if he pisses around when you want to take a rest..."
I knew what Neaf meant under "taking a rest". It was the code I introduced
myself. I thought about it feeling that the moment when I would really need to
take a dose was closing up. It could be weird. Nobody has ever seen me when I
was spaced out - and I even didn't know how I behaved then. I could made faces
or jerk off or even rave, for all I knew.
"If having the pet you are going to spend more time in my room - I am going
to like it," Neaf said mildly. I laughed. "But, actually, I thought you could
make it the playtime for us while you feel like relaxing."
"Ugh... Yes, of course," I nodded. "I was not sure if you are interested.
You see," I patted his tentacle fleetly, "it's a sort of selfish about me to
keep his bum only for myself."
"Don't worry, my Darren," he shuddered in a short laughter. "We are not
spoiled with entertainment here, I suppose the guys will be happy to use the
human in whatever way."
"Only his mouth could be too small to give you real pleasure."
"It's okay," he discredited my doubt. "He already sucked me."
I dropped my eyes to Neaf's flaccid organ for a moment. That's how? I didn't
know it. So, it was why he, Iver, took it so easy when I told him about it.
"You can take him," I said. "Sure. In a couple of hours. When I will be
ready for a joint."
"By the way, what are you going to do with him afterwards?" Neaf asked. It
was a good question - and whether my answer was true or not I could give it.
"Remember I told you I planned to use the hostage for distraction when
collecting money from SSC?"
"Well," Neaf smiled delicately. "There won't be any money from them, so..."
"Ug-hu. Only I will get the money. They will pay."
For a moment Neaf looked at me reluctantly. I guess he knew I was not an
idiot to promise the things like this and then let them hang but he didn't see
any opportunity how I could do it. I didn't reassure him - all I had was only a
vague idea but it was rotating in my mind and I knew it would work out.
"Maybe, I'll need him there and after that..."
I switched the light on entering the room. Iver's eyes were owl-like after
this long stay in the darkness and blinked painfully. He worked his tender
mouth - as if uncertain whether he had to smile at me or just to be appeased. I
approached him slowly, wiping off any emotion from my face.
"Did you miss me, silly human?"
There was such an amusing expression on his face sometimes - as if he tried
to puzzle me out.
"You were away for long, sir," at last he said. I thought I could get used
to his gentle voice calling me "sir". I was already getting used.
"But you are glad to see me?"
"Yes, sir, Darren."
I had a little inert thought that I could say to him he was supposed to
entertain my friends soonest - and then decided against it. I looked at him -
at the cruel and fascinating pose I made him take - so absolutely helpless he
was and so open and vulnerable. I felt sick inside with myself - for what I had
done to him already; but much more - for what I wanted to do - and I knew there
was nothing that could stop me.
"Do you tell the truth?" I peered at him watching how his curved lashes flew
up and down. It surprised me how this way his gaze became unobtrusive, almost
pleasant to meet. "You are fuckin' liar, as far as I know, Iver. Who taught you
to lie so smartly? You daddy colonel?"
I stepped even closer to him. He was tilting his face up as much as his pose
"No. Not my father, sir. I mean, I don't lie... I don't lie to you on
"Then it is innate for you," I shrugged. "I bet your daddy had to punish you
a lot for your phony-speaking mouth."
"Yes. No," he stopped. I was not really interested in what he was going to
say. I looked at his smooth back turning to this small ass, so sweetly white
and spread open. I walked around him to be behind his back. Iver glanced across
his shoulder at me - but it was too straining for him, his eyes seemed a little
"My father disciplined us pretty diligently," I giggled absent-mindedly.
"When he was in the right mood to pay us a bit of attention. He was a priest.
Diane hated him, she thought he left us. Diane, she's my sister," I reminded to
He looked back at me shortly again.
"When you piss me off for the first time," I said, "if it is not going to be
a serious delinquency, of course, I'll punish you myself, without my
Darloxians. I am going to like it, you know. To draw some pretty ornaments on
this clean back."
"Whatever you want, sir," his voice was silenced into the upholstery of the
chair. I flopped down on the floor - right between his legs; there was room for
me to kneel there.
"Or I can hit you," I said conversationally. "I can hit this," I slid my
palm under his bum and took his round neat balls. His skin was hot and minutely
moist, the tiny hairs as soft as on his head. "Or this," I put my other hand just
above his disposed hole, groping the firmness of his tailbone. "It hurts," I
"I guess it does," he said softly.
"But, maybe, you won't piss me off," I regarded, "at least until I'll be
ready to get rid of you finally. You can be such a lovely little pro if you try
I let my fingers wander down to his rosy hole. The subtle scars where his
previous tears had been seemed thread-like and I felt the damp rawness left
after my today assault. I didn't poke in. I just rubbed my fingers on it
thoughtfully, with my other hand massaging his small testicles. I didn't hurt
him badly; he could hide it, however. He had tried to do it already in the
"Shall I fuck you now, Iver?"
His voice was tight but it didn't waver:
"It is at your disposal, Darren. You know it."
"I'll fuck you," I said. I was ready. My cock was heavy with blood when I
took it out of the pants. Against the paleness of Iver's skin it seemed
purple-dark. It was almost pulsating.
I put it to the upper part of his ass, where his cleft began, and rubbed
sharply. Now both my hands were on his ass-cheeks, the fingers digging
ruthlessly into his flesh and the thumbs prying the hole. I pressed the tips of
them and they went in - with difficulty though. Iver didn't resist to me, not
at all. I screwed my thumbs inside him, massaging his anus.
My cock above my hands slid against his back, almost touching the rope his
wrists were tied together with. I was leaking thin pre-cum; it made him slick.
It was so incredibly fine. The feeling was fine. And the sight was beautiful.
But I knew what I would like even more.
"Now you'll have to stand it, pretty Iver," I breathed out. I took my thumbs
out quickly and pushed my cock inside. Oh? I counted it would be more welcoming
after my working with it. It clamped the tip of my member viciously. I sneered
and quivered. I pushed again and then he stopped hurting me. Now I was hurting
him really bad. I stretched him, his insides.
When I was in to the hilt I stopped for a moment. The sensation was worth
reveling. Iver froze, silent and breathless; only his hole was alive, biting
around my penis. The feeling grew in me, making the procrastination delicious.
"Now, Iver, now," I whispered starting the ride.
He didn't take it as good as several hours ago - and no wonder, I rubbed
against the sore places. But I couldn't say I minded - it had been so queer to
contemplate his face then, a mask of torment. Now I didn't see his expression;
he didn't lie on his cheek but pressing his mouth to the seat instead. Perhaps
that was why his breath was so hoarse.
Iver stirred his hands. I could see it very clear - his tied wrists were the
closest things for me to watch. They fleeted restlessly and after a while I
understood - he wanted to touch himself. He would do it only the rope prevented
him. He might have wanted to push me aside - but I didn't think so; he just
needed to soothe where it hurt.
His breathing became even louder when I accelerated. This was so good for
me. I didn't go mild on him, not at all, the sound made me hump him even more
eagerly. I gasped for air when I came close - and I moaned cumming.
I lay limply covering him with my body. Even through my clothes I felt the
wetness and warmth of Iver's skin. He was not panting any more. His moist hair
hung over his face. He was still at first and then, after I stayed like this
for quite a while, he shifted. I thought I could be too heavy for him. I felt
"What, Iver dear?" my own voice sounded funny for me. "What do you wiggle?"
I settled back from him. He glanced behind unhappily.
"I need to use the toilet, sir," he blushed. He still could blush. "Please..."
I started laughing and quitted.
I yanked the knots on his rope quickly and sloppily. Iver slid his knees
together as soon as I let him do it; he didn't stand up, waiting for my
guidelines. I took him around his waist and rose with him. It was a right thing
to do because he was shaky on his feet, well, naturally, he didn't walk after
his surgery at all - and my guess was I had left him tied for too long. I held
him - I hugged him.
When he turned to me I saw pinky traces on his knees. The floor was too
smooth for him to scrub them really. His pubic hair was crusty. My own morning
cum dried on it, made a part of it look like a curl, darker than other. The
sight was ridiculous.
"Ooh," I drawled measuring him with my eyes. "What a foul pussy. You know,
Iver, I don't understand how I could stand fucking you. I've never seen such a
sloven in my life!"
These translucent eyes sparkled at me.
"Just look at it," I gripped his sticky pubic hair and plucked at it
sharply. "And on your legs, too."
It was my fresh load leaking out of him - blended rosy with a drop of his
"Let's go, I want the pussy washed clean," I pulled his hair again very
roughly, feeling some hairs torn out with the roots.
I watched him obscenely while he took care about himself, messing under the
shower. I didn't drive on him - as long as he seemed to enjoy it. He shampooed
his head hair and his bush, too, obviously relieved to wash off the residuals
of my sperm from his skin. He was very careful with his hole. I discarded my
jacket and came up to Iver.
"I'll help you, cunty."
His soaked body felt curiously under my palms. I pushed my hand up to his
ass and rubbed him there. This my touch Iver bore quite stoically. His
endurance was amusing. In the morning, when he tried to make his pain invisible
and his nostrils trembled, I thought he could do it out of contempt. But no, he
was not like this. Or, maybe, it only seemed to me.
I tossed him a towel but took it away again while he cleaned his teeth and
shaved. He looked laughable when unshaven - so neglected, I didn't like it. In
the mirror I saw his face perfectly - framed with this sleek fair hair divided
in the middle, with the longest locks going as far as to his cheeks; straight
nose, soft lips - and these carefully attentive bright eyes that from time to
time met my gaze. I saw his chest, too, with these small soft nipples of a
young boy, one of them flawed now forever. They fascinated me; I knew if I was
going to concentrate on them I would feel hot in my pants again.
I reached my hands under his arms briskly and took these vulnerable circles
in my fingers. The mirror was my accomplice - even if Iver managed to suppress
flinching I saw exactly how his lips pressed together to whiteness.
"You don't like when I touch you?"
"No, sir. I mean, I do not mind if it is what you like."
"And if I hurt you?" I squeezed his nipples between my thumbs and fingers.
"What about this?"
"I..." his voice became small; I was already hurting him pretty much. He
took a deep breath and regained his composure. "I think I can stand it."
"But not like that?" I continued to squeeze. Did I want to make him cry? To
break him? I didn't know. He started panting - while keeping his voice steady,
"It's okay. Sir..."
I squeezed so tight that my fingers lost some sensitiveness and I thought
that he could get numb, too. I pinched him sharply. He tossed his head back and
as he did it I pressed my lips to his hair. It was already almost dry - so
fluffy and fluent. There was a little sweat on his temples. I was tweaking
right and left - until I felt my fingers become wet on his unspoiled nipple.
I let him go, pushing him from me and he grasped the edge of the sink to
stay upright. It was not blood on my fingers, just hypodermic liquid. But I
marked him, his nipples looked puffy and inflamed bright.
A huge sigh of relieve escaped Iver when I released him. He didn't cover
himself - though his hands flew up a bit and then he remembered he didn't have
any rights over his body now. But he looked down at his tortured chest. His
hair hung on his face but I could see it was very pink now. He was in tears.
And it made me contented.
"You are fuckin' no actor, Iver," I muttered, my voice dropping. "We will
try again a bit later - maybe, you'll show us some more mastery next time."
His nipples were puffy, scarlet red, making the scar on one of them almost
invisible. I found it with my thumb, pressing, feeling his tiny wince. He
didn't raise his face.
"I don't know," I said lazily. "If we pierce it - will it make this ugly
scar less glaring? People will see the ring and not the scar."
It made him look up - a frightened glance reflected in the mirror. I yanked
the little swollen nub again.
"A ring to leash you. In the Staireth Space Port I will be able to walk you
along the Promenade."
"Oh..." what I couldn't make him with pain I made him now - he vocalized.
His tender lips became round. His chest was heaving.
"I'll put the chain trough the ring and this will be an easy way for me to
keep you close. You won't tear your own body to get away from me, right?" I
smiled at him. "Oh, I can imagine how they will admire you. On Staireth, they
really have kink on homely boys. The brothels there are the best ones. I don't
know," I bit the corner of my mouth wryly. "I can leave you here while I'll do
my business. You'll earn me some credits - maybe, enough to reimburse the food
you are going to eat. Have you been in the Staireth brothel, huh?" I plucked at
his poor nipple again. The mystified look of his face gave me the answer. "They
don't differentiate between humans and other races. But - Iver, with your
experience in pleasing my aliens - you are going to be the hit. The bad thing
is," I paused for a spell, searching his face, "that nobody cares about the
diseases. I bet your precious mouth will be in smelly sores in no time at all."
Tentatively his eyes found mine.
"But, sir," what a tiny voice he had! And in such dissonance with these
brave words he was saying. "I thought you were going to give me to your
Darloxian companions to play."
I laughed. I just couldn't help it. Iver put a little miserable smile on his
lips - more a shadow of my own than his real feeling. I stopped and slapped his
cheek from behind, not painfully at all.
"Clever pussy? Perhaps you think papa Darren has no brains, huh? But I'll
explain you, listen here. Of course, I won't touch you after that - after all
these cocks and dicks that are going to visit your ass. But for my Darloxians
it will be absolutely alright. And they don't catch human infections, for you
I could see I distressed him. Even though his face looked more thoughtful
than upset. And he raised his hand absent-mindedly to take a long lock of his
hair and to wind it round his index finger. So concentrated. As if he was not
in front of me naked and well-used but in some fuckin' library regarding the
At this moment I knew pretty clear that I was able to hurt Iver terribly. It
was not that I was angry with him - not at all, a part of my mind knew exactly
how innocent he was. But there was the dark wave rising in me. I grabbed his
upper arm and dragged him out of the bathroom.
"You took care of yourself, stinky cunt," I muttered tugging him and in the
room I pushed him on his knees on the floor. "And who will take care of me? You
think you don't have to clean your mess?" as soon as I dropped him I started
getting my cock out. "It is your muck, not mine. Almost entirely not mine."
I was not erect. I just pushed my listless penis to his lips that were
crooked apologetically, as if he was not sure what I wanted.
"Clean it!" I said. "Lick it clean!"
I was going to punch him if he delayed a blink more. But he didn't. His
delicate lips wrapped the head of my prick. I felt his wet slippery tongue
circling around the foreskin. He touched my piss slit. I sucked the air. I knew
I was going to get hard-on if I left him doing it. I pushed him back from me,
to his heels.
"Iver... Iver, you are unthinkable."
His eyes glimmered at me through the fringe of his flaxen hair - checking
whether I was angry. I felt wrecked suddenly. I tucked my dick back and took
Iver by his shoulders. He stood up placidly, obeying my gesture. I guided him
to the bed and laid him down. He was mute and flexible. I lay over him, not
really with my weight on him because I didn't want to prevent him from
breathing. His eyes had a strange expression, sad or, maybe, tired.
I ran my fingers over his lips and he half-opened them for me pliable.
"Your ass is so sweet, Iver," I whispered; I didn't care if he could catch
the words. "But your mouth is sweet, too. I think, my Darloxians won't be
robbed if you serve them with this mouth only."
Iver didn't answer. The thing was he - well, he didn't cringe, he probably
didn't dare to do anything so showy - but his stare withered.
"Do you promise you will make them feel good?" I asked him pawing his head.
"Yes, sir. I'll do."
"You are a good pet."
I closed my face to his chest, seeing his poor swollen nipples only in a
couple of inches from me. I licked the one I abused.
"I am sorry," I uttered inaudibly.
It was so nice to lie like this with him, tasting and smelling his clean
skin. But - well, I knew I promised to my friends. I thought they were already
The End of Part 6b
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