ALIEN STORY - 11
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 me.
“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 completely erect.
He came to the bunk beside me so that his cock was near my hips at the level of my hands. “Work it.” He ordered.
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.”
“I’m trying.”
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 thighs.
“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 deep.
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 my compliance.
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 again?”
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 broken bones.”
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 snapped.
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 fingers.
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 Sir?”
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 respectful.”
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 stroke.”
Then he left his cabin again and this time he did switch off the light.
The End of Part 11
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