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Pins Through Butterfly Wings Chapter One
Genre:Sci-fi fantasy
Warning: angst, alien abuse, n/c, violence, slavery, m/m
Title: Pins Through Butterfly Wings (Work In Progress)
Genre: Sci-fi fantasy slash
Betas: Only each other
Rating: NC-17 NO ONE under 18 or not mature enough, please.
Feedback: Helpful is welcome
Warnings and codes: angst, abuse, violence, m/m, n/c, slavery.
Summary: Centuries from now, space pirates called Rushers roam the galaxy in search of riches. Captain Seaona believes he has found, in living form, his fortune. Sex with the alien creature is addicting, and that threatens his entire race. The abused, beautiful, all too human creature escapes his evil clutches but now he is all alone on a hostile world. Driven to seek help, or die, Keyi's life, as well as the fate of millions on Earth depend on the compassion, or lack thereof, of just one man...
SPECIAL THANKS: to the Seven Sanctum website (and Stephen Savage) for the sci-fi generator-- a wonderful resource!
Word Count: 6398
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Chapter One:
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The old, scarred ship was battered sideways, and Ethan Thorne strove to regain his footing on the grey deck floor as he ran a hand through his spiky hair, looking over at Captain Burnett Seaona.
"This is crazy. I would never have signed on with you, if I knew you were this fluffed in the head," he said with despair. "We're going to be killed."
Captain Seaona folded his massive arms across his burly chest and looked out the small view port at the rain of asteroids tumbling around against the black sky of space. "You'll be thanking me if we make it. If we don't? Fuck it. I've been coming out here for twenty-five years, searching over the same planets and moons that every Rusher has looted for over for a century. I'm tired of it, Thorne, this is my final voyage and I know it. I can't keep tossing off money into this piece of shit craft. Hell, I don't have any more money. My allotment is gone. I'm making my last chance count."
"Yeah. Great. How many have tried this? A hundred? Two hundred? Not one of them made it back. Some last chance."
"That puts the odds in our favor, doesn't it?" Seaona grinned, gripping the side of the deck rail as the ship was hit again.
"Any of the Vegas cities would love to get their hands on you."
Before anger could get a firm grip on Seaona, the third and only other member of the crew, Jarvis Armstrong, entered from below deck, holding on to whatever was in reach to keep balanced. "How much longer?" he asked nervously. "The Monitoring Diagnostician Sensor was right. There's some buckling of the hull…"
"Too long--" Thorne said.
"Not long--" Seaona said over him.
"At least half an hour," Thorne said accusingly. "Not that any of us will be alive by then."
Armstrong laughed humorlessly. "Increase her speed, Captain, to full."
"You're even crazier than he is!" Thorne objected, looking panicked. "At full speed just one hit will annihilate us!"
Armstrong ignored him, going to Captain Seaona's side. They were long time friends, although Armstrong was ten years older and almost completely grey at fifty-two. “We won't survive this much longer, no matter what. Let's take a real chance. In my opinion, our only chance. We'll be clear in less than a minute."
Seaona looked at his friend and then shrugged. "Sounds like a plan. I bet no one else ever had the balls to try it. Take it on, Jarvis."
Armstrong nodded, heading for the controls. Thorne took a step in his direction, but Seaona shook his head warningly.
Thorne stood back again, closing his eyes as the ship shuddered itself into greater velocity. Past the view port, the flying chunks of ice and mineral were now blurring by. And then, just the white dotted blackness appeared in front of them.
"We made it," Seaona said mildly, as if it was hardly worth mentioning.
Armstrong was at the console again, slowing the craft and sighing with relief.
"We made it," Thorne echoed. "Now, we just have to make it back."
Armstrong was busy with the console and didn't look up. "I'm programming her, with the exact spot we came through, so she can find it again."
"It won't be the same, will it?" the younger blond man asked uncertainly.
Armstrong answered, "Almost exactly. The asteroids are in a pattern with each other and they move very little from that place. Small ones are pulled slowly closer to the big ones, and eventually they hit and a new pattern forms. It's a really slow process, though."
"A doorway," Seaona said with something like awe. "One only we know about."
"Let's just hope there's something out here to make the chance we took worth it," Thorne said, still angry at having his life risked.
Armstrong finished locking in the coordinates and he went to the Captain's side. The two older men ignored the third as they looked hungrily out at the distant planets. Planets no one from Earth had reached, or at least had not returned from.
Mysterious. More importantly, their last chance.
**~~**~~**
"Scanning prompted," Armstrong said, his fingers expertly gliding over the console, while the other two gazed at the planet they currently orbited. "Life, man, life everywhere...amazing. Signs of agriculture. I can't believe this."
"What sort of life?" the Captain asked.
"Warm-blooded. Size range indicates more than one kind."
"Weapons? Radioactivity? Industry?"
Armstrong shook his head. "Primitive life, I would say, if even marginally sentient. No cities. No emissions in the atmosphere, beyond what volcanic activity or naturally occurring fire would produce. Oxygen saturation greater than Earth, but not dangerous to hypoxic drive. Mean temperature twenty- five degrees higher, there are no polar caps and I wouldn't want to land too near the equator, but well in comfort range otherwise. Land to water ratio roughly half of Earth's. Mass is... point-seven-nine of Earth. Sensors have picked up on many areas of dense crystal formation of various molecular weights and hues."
"Dense crystal formation? You mean like gemstone? I'd like to check out one of those sites first," Captain Seaona spoke decisively.
With a few, quick touches from Armstrong backlighting its control console, the ship headed down.
**~~**~~**
The three men exited the craft with their weapons drawn.
"They look like butterflies," Ethan Thorne said with astonishment as he stepped out onto the lush clover-like vegetation.
"They fucking look like people," Seaona stared at the small group gathered at the edge of the clearing.
"What the hell?" Armstrong whispered. "They do look like people. Standing there staring at us. It's giving me the creeps."
"Butterflies," the Captain blew his breath out. "You retard, Thorne."
"I just mean, the different colors and the style of those… those clothes they have on." Thorne explained. "It reminds me of butterflies."
Seaona made a disgusted face and rolled his eyes. He looked at Armstrong. "Which way?"
The older man checked the instrument in his hand, and pointed.
"Grab what we need, Thorne. I don't want to stay here any longer than we have to," Seaona said.
With a quick nod, Thorne went back into the ship and returned with the scythe-saber, a shovel and an air sled.
Then, Armstrong led the way to a rocky slope a short distance away. It stood there, jagged, glittering in the unobstructed sunlight. There was no living vegetation around it.
"Stay with the sun to your back if you go any closer," Armstrong said. "The gems will amplify the sun's rays and you'll be fried if a prism hits you."
"Does that mean this is--" Seaona asked.
"Diamonds," the older man nodded. "A hill made of diamonds."
Seaona drew a shuddery breath. "Diamonds. We're fucking rich. I KNEW it!"
"Maybe," Armstrong said.
"What maybe?" Seaona turned to face him.
"We don't have the equipment to test the quality. Only the rarest, finest are valuable. Diamonds are made quite easily at home, and there are more of them mined than demanded. The majority are held back to keep the price from falling."
"Fuck and double fuck. So they could be worth a lot, or nothing?"
"Unfortunately, yes."
"Thorne-- get to work cutting these out. We can hold…what, five hundred pounds?"
Armstrong told him, "A thousand easy. But five hundred is probably safer, and if they are worth anything, five hundred would bring us more wealth than we could manage to spend in a lifetime."
"I don't know. I can think of ways to spend a great lot of wealth. But we'll go with five hundred, she's flying a bit shaky. Make yourself useful, Thorne."
The man nodded again, he knew better than to say anything more to the Captain in his present foul mood, he'd pushed him enough for awhile.
Seaona headed back, grumbling, and when he saw the creatures near his ship, he didn't bother to warn them away. He just drew his weapon and fired at the ground, close enough to shower them with dirt and rocks.
They scattered like rabbits, silently. That brightened the Captain's mood, he watched them, laughing. One of them fell hard when his foot caught in a hole, and the man sauntered closer. The little creature froze, his foot still caught, staring up at him.
"Hey, Armstrong!" Seaona called. "Come here a minute."
Armstrong joined his friend, and knelt down beside the boy. "He's hurt himself. Not too badly, I hope. Nosy little fuckers, aren't they?" he said, slowly reaching over to free the trapped leg.
"Look at 'em, Jarvis, he looks human all right, but like… the most beautiful human I ever saw."
"He's a boy, Captain."
"How do you know his age? They all looked small, you know, like some people in Asia are."
Armstrong snorted. "I mean, he's a boy, as in male of the species."
"Oh. Yea, I can see that, but you know damn well that don't cross my eyes any. He's still beautiful. Wonder if he'd like to give us a proper welcome?"
Shaking his head at the lewd gesture his friend made to accompany that remark, Armstrong turned back to the boy, who looked shaky. "Take it easy, now," he said to calm him, reaching for his leg again, but for just a moment he stopped, caught up in noticing what Seaona had pointed out. Black, silky hair tied back in a short tail, some of it had come loose and it fell about the boy's face. From beneath it, large, long-lashed eyes of such deep blue that they appeared violet gazed softly back at him. The alien's clothes, that appeared more like a soft linen towel wrapped about him and not quite meeting in front of him-- hence the ease of figuring out what sex he was-- were the same color as his remarkable eyes.
A butterfly, Thorne had called him and Armstrong saw it, the delicate bone structure that gave the boy that appearance of fragility. Yet, he looked leanly strong, as if he could run as swift as a deer. Carefully, Armstrong extracted the twisted foot, while the boy winced and clenched his teeth together. Looking at it, the man could see it was already swelling, badly.
"We need to get cold packs on that," Armstrong looked up at the Captain. "It's our fault that he hurt himself."
"Bring him inside," Seaona said. His eyes remained fixed on the boy intensely, and his thoughts were churning.
**~~**~~**
Keyi had never seen any creature of such great size as these men from the sky were. Although it was in some of the old stories told, he hadn't always believed as a certainty that there were people on other worlds. The stories were just so ancient. Shrouded in eons past, without any reference, they had seemed more like myth to him. Now, he was almost convinced of their truth and he wished he'd listened more closely.
He was both curious and scared as they towered over him. He thought peacefully to them, as he would to strangers of his own kind, but they did not return the gesture. Then one of them knelt and spoke gently, as the man carefully pulled Keyi's caught foot free. Before he could even attempt to get up, he was lifted into the man's arms and he put a hand to the huge alien's face. He felt something strange, but it was not directed at him, and the men kept talking between themselves, vocally, as only babies and mothers did, taking his mind away from trying to understand. Keyi forced a sound out of his mouth, it had been many, many years since he had tried, finding it came easy. Keyi hummed his good will in the form of a lullaby, but they ignored that, too.
As Keyi saw that they intended to take him inside the metal ship, his humming ceased, and he began to shake his head vehemently.
They paid no attention, and he clutched to the man as he was carried in to the dark depths and lay down on a cot in the corner. He tried to relax. Obviously, they meant only to help him, and simply didn't understand. He did not know how to tell them that the help he needed was in the other direction, they were not listening to his thoughts. Maybe, like other lower life forms, they couldn't. So, he listened more carefully to them, to try and learn what they were saying.
"I've already got it in mind to take him with us," Captain Seaona said to his friend. "He may look human, but he's really not much more than an animal, he can’t even speak. He's uncommon looking enough to bring in good money pegged out. Who wouldn't want to fuck this lovely creature? I mean, what a novelty! I was even thinking-- if the diamonds end up to be a waste of time-- what about we come back here and get more of these? We can take orders, then return through our secret little doorway, and fill the hold with as many as will fit. They don't weigh a hundred pounds, probably closer to seventy-five by the looks of 'em, we could fit ten or fifteen in here. We could probably charge whatever we wanted… fifty, maybe a hundred thousand allotices each.
"Thorne will never go along with it," Armstrong said quietly.
"Well, Thorne will have to be taken care of, won't he. This must remain a secret."
Armstrong nodded, "I'm in. I must be as crazy as you, but yeah, I'm getting too old for this. Keep an eye on him, while I get first aid for his ankle."
Alone with the creature, Seaona ran a hand down the smooth, slim chest. "Later, baby. You and me," he said, and he winked while Keyi just stared. One small hand rose to touch the Captain's face. It drew back quickly, the boy looked both puzzled and shocked, and his head shook back and forth slowly. For he had touched the mind of a beast, and felt its primitive craving. Keyi knew he needed to escape, and as soon as possible.
In his fright, he reached his mind out past the ship seeking comfort and contact, and that relaxed him some, for he instantly felt the familiar presence of his loved ones, close by. Keeping their thoughts open for him.
Keyi waited patiently for an opportunity, and it came when the other man returned, diverting the Captain's attention. The boy scrambled up, and made a dash for the hatchway, but he had forgotten his twisted ankle and he went down hard and skidded across the deck.
Both men were on him instantly, and he was pinned down to the floor easily, their sheer size an advantage he couldn't fight. Keyi didn't even bother to struggle, as he felt his arms would break beneath their knees if any more pressure was applied. He tried to convey his total surrender, desperately, again frustrated as they seemed to take no notice of his thoughts.
One held him there, leaning on his back, while the other went to some sort of cabinet and pulled out rope and chain and cable. Keyi watched all this warily.
The men talked some more, while Keyi listened and lay still, feeling stupid for not waiting for a better chance in his eagerness to be free, and now not sure he would get any more chances. What if they made the ship fly off, with him still inside it? No-- that was unthinkable. He couldn't let himself panic.
Despite all his attempts to say he was sorry for being so rude, the two men were oblivious to his apologies as they settled on locking a chain about his throat, tightly, and then they brought him down into the cargo hold and fastened him securely to grating on the floor. He could not even sit up all the way. To do this to him, to deny him his freedom in such a barbaric way, he knew for certain now that these creatures were not human, and he was in serious trouble. Perhaps, like some lower life forms did to others, they would rend and consume him.
Now, he knew it was up to his family and his village to save him, and he knew they would try, but he feared these primitive creatures would kill them for the attempt. He send his thoughts out again, trying to remain calm, trying to convey to the others of his kind that he was in no danger and hopefully keep them back where they would be safe.
It was his own mistake, and he would not let them pay for it.
**~~**~~**
The air sled hovered beside him, filled with precious stone, as Ethan opened the hold. He guided it inside, ready to spread the load out more evenly within the holding bay, when he caught sight of Keyi.
He froze. "No. Oh, no," he whispered. Slowly, he went to Keyi's side and knelt down, moving slowly so not to startle the little creature.
It made soft, mewing sounds at him, and its large beautiful eyes pleaded with him, he felt a wave of something, like a thought that wasn't his, scared and benevolent, too gentle and he shook his head.
"Easy, now. Don't worry, I won't let them do this. I'll free you myself," he said softly.
Ethan frowned however at the locks in place along the chain and the grate. Locks he had no keys for. He contemplated using the scythe-saber, but he could only use it at the one end attached to the floor, he couldn't risk it near the boy's throat where the second one lay.
With his jaw set angrily, he rose and headed up the ladder to confront Captain Seaona.
Two hours later, the short-range outer system explorer craft was in deep space again, hurling off toward the asteroid door, minus one crew member, and with the addition of a prisoner, heartbroken, terrified and alone, huddled in the dark cold of the hull, and feeling the presence of all he knew and all he loved grow fainter and fainter…
**~~**~~**
As soon as they were free on the other side of the asteroid belt, both Captain Seaona and his good friend and accomplished exo-pilot, Jarvis Armstrong, breathed with ease again. Despite the computer's assurance that it was safe, they had both been on edge and not willing to admit it to the other, until now.
"Aw, fuck, Jarvis, I'm gettin' old. Almost peed myself getting through there. Christ."
"Retire rich or die in space, that's what we used to say, back in the day," Jarvis grinned fondly. "Anyway, that door should be safely open for…maybe a month before it would be a problematic chance again. A small chance, but still, if we do go back, it had better be soon. It was a real stretch of luck that we made it the first time."
Seaona nodded. "If the diamonds are any good, there'll be no need to go back. If not, a month should be more than long enough. We won't get rich supplying exotic looking whores, but it'll be enough to get by. I never thought I'd say this, but turning over rocks in space is getting boring. I want to try…fishing. Out at sea. Or maybe in a very large drop lake. Peace and quiet, a small yacht and a stupid looking vest."
They were both silent awhile, thinking back to their younger days, and the changes time had wrought.
"That boy. He needs food and water," Armstrong finally mentioned.
"Don't go all soft on me, Jarvis. We don't have much time to waste, you said it yourself. The creature needs to submit to us, and physical discomfort is very persuasive. I'll take care of him, don't worry."
"Who's worried," Armstrong smiled.
Seaona rubbed his hands together and squinted his eyes evilly. "There are a few things I'll never get bored with. Remember when we used to have enough money to hire on cabin boys for these little adventures?"
Armstrong laughed. "The peg boys? How could I forget? But I was much younger then. Now, I hardly miss it."
"Well-- I miss it, grandpa. I'll be back later. Maybe, much later!"
The Captain headed for the ladder to the cargo hold. "Don't wait up," he snickered as he started down.
"In space, I can still hear screams, so you just play nice down there," Armstrong tried to joke, but the door to the hatch was already closed, the Captain gone. Armstrong turned back to the console, gave the comp control of the ship, and headed, with an ache starting behind his eyes, for his bunk and some rest.
*~~*~~*
Keyi was cowering at the ends of his bonds, practically choking himself as he ducked his head and flattened to the wall to remain as far from the frightening stranger as he could manage to be. It was no use, though, the hand closing in was free to do so, and he was not free. He closed his eyes and shuddered, leaning right down to the floor beneath the persistent fingers seeking to touch him. They felt thick and coarse as they brushed over his shoulder. He could feel the aggression thrumming from the contact, he could sense it in the feral mind. Keyi thought there was chance he was about to be killed.
The Captain had no desire to kill. He simply desired; this within a dull uneasiness of the unknown-- after all, the object of his current lust, despite his appearance, was alien. It shrank away from him, even as he touched the softness of it. His breath quickened at the feel of taut skin, tense and shaky beneath his hand. Not human, he told himself, again; but stunning in the subdued night-adjusted light of the bay. Uncommonly lovely, his dark black hair shone in hues of soft blue and white against smooth, pale skin with androgynous appeal.
Seaona stared appraising at Keyi, as he ran hands over him, getting him used to being touched, getting him used to the sounds of his voice.
"Hey, butterfly. Wait till you see Earth. It's nothing like that jungle of a planet I rescued you from. You'll be amazed. Not that you'll actually get to see much of it. You'll be in a reclining position most of the time," he chuckled. "Sorry about that."
Keyi began to relax, slightly, Seaona could see his breathing steady up, and the boy was now looking at him, all over, as if studying him.
"What's going through your mind, I wonder? Anything remotely intelligent?" He shook his head. "That's a laugh. You look like we do, but you act like an animal."
It was true, though, Seaona thought, the boy would easily pass for human back on Earth, exotic and rare in appearance, yes, but there was nothing alien looking about him. Just somewhat primitive in movement, but nothing that could not be explained by a very low IQ. A perfect whore. Youthful, submissive and too small to be intimidating… best of all, the boy was mute. To Seaona, he was little more than a dull-witted version of some beautiful fantasy brought to life. A fantasy he wanted to indulge in.
Captain Seaona knew why he had come here, but until this minute, he hadn't been completely sure he could actually go through with it. What he had in mind would hurt this small creature if he had never done it before, but now, looking at Keyi cringing, he only smiled at the thought of how good that would feel. He had never in his life been first at anything or with anyone. This boy, hopefully a virgin, would accept men's dominance over him and there would be no need for further proof of superiority. It would not be rape. It would simply be taming a wild colt, breaking him in to saddle and bridle so anyone could ride him. Gentling him.
Seaona's body spasmed and his cock twitched provokingly at these thoughts. With his conscience thus eased, he seized Keyi's arm and roughly twisted him onto his back.
The boy gasped, but he could mount no defense that this man needed to respect, not physically. Keyi's quick mind had already gathered much of sound and syntax within these last two days. He'd never been so afraid, nor so filled with desperate sorrow as he had since the craft had powered to life and then taken him from all he held dear. Now, entreating noises ventured from the back of his throat until he managed to mouth two words-- no, followed by please-- spoken at the very low end of hearing range. He wasn't sure what he was saying no to, not exactly, he still held to the possible notion that he had been brought along as part of the menu, and this beast-man was about to tear his throat out and feast.
Keyi was never granted a second chance to attempt to speak, what happened next came all too fast. The man pounced on top of him. One burly arm shoved beneath his shoulders and then back up to wreathe his neck, while the other hand caught and twirled itself into his hair, yanking his head back. The air forced from his lungs by the heavy body of the Captain was caught by man's mouth, sibilant, as he was held to a contusive kiss.
Keyi opened his eyes in terror at the abruptness of pain, looking about wildly, while his own hands sought to push his tormentor away. Failing at that, he clawed at the man's clothes for leverage, trying to slip out from under him. Seaona backhanded Keyi's mouth, splitting the boy's lip, then his palm pushed the writhing head back, hard. Seaona's rough beard abraded the boy's tender skin like sandpaper, as the kisses became more violent, urged on by the struggling. The taste of blood was sweet in the Captain's mouth, it spurred more violence with its coppery battle-taste. He swiped with his tongue at the velvety lips before mashing them with his own again, jabbing into and exploring the boy's mouth crudely. Keyi was certain he would be suffocated. He thrashed madly for his life, but Seaona was firmly mounted and much too large to be thrown off.
The boy's fingernails were dull, but still it angered the Captain when they were dug into his arm.
"You uncivilized little shit," he growled. "Get it through your head, I own your ass. You fight me and you make it harder on yourself."
With those words, the Captain slammed Keyi's head against the metal floor, and then again with more force. The small hands fell away from him, the feeble kicking stopped as Keyi's eyes went unfocused. Captain Seaona sat up, keeping one hand upon the slender throat as he unbuttoned his gray-green trousers hastily. "I'm gonna fuck you 'till you don't know your own name, butterfly. If you even have one."
With his impressive and suitably hard cock free and leaking, he moved down between the trembling, slender legs, and pushed them forward, bending them almost impossibly far with the sheer force of his size and strength. He had no intentions of preparing Keyi, the boy had not earned any mercy. Besides, Seaona wanted the power he held made perfectly clear. This frail creature would never forget the unpleasantness of resisting.
He dropped back over Keyi to hold his body still, pressing down to keep the boy folded in place as he encircled narrow shoulders within his arms. His wide hips were already positioned, as he sought to penetrate, looking down into those dark, violet eyes that were once more terrified on his. Questioning and pleading, the boy gazed up at him.
Unfazed, and with his own eyes locked on Keyi's, Seaona thrust with one mighty stroke into his body. Keyi's eyes went even wider and then they squeezed closed in agony as his head tossed back and he let out a hoarse, garbled cry.
It was such a tight fit, it took some energetic shoving and wriggling for Seaona to bury himself completely, and due to the almost painful tightness he did not notice the difference at first. He pulled the small body back to his, at the same time he pushed forward, thus getting as far inside as he could be. He drew back out all the way, and shot back in while Keyi convulsed and screamed in more muted-- but no less horrified-- tones.
After a few more long, tearing strokes that eased the constriction, Captain Seaona felt something and he stopped and shuddered. Deeply embedded, his cock was being caressed even as he lay still, slick pulsing muscles stroked and teased and he muttered, "Oh my God," as he resumed his pace, his own eyes wide at the incredible sensations. There was not any chance in any world, that he could last long, as he had wanted to. Before he knew it, he felt the tightening and he swiftly shoved twice more before spurting in orgasm and collapsing.
The man lay there limp on Keyi, but he did not pull out of him. The stimulation against his invading cock continued even with both of them resting. It was almost too much for him in his super sensitive state, yet it felt good, too. Wondrously good, unbelievably good; as he was gently milked and then, without any effort on his part, he began to stiffen once more as he was firmly, gently caressed along his entire shaft.
"Unbelievable--" he croaked in Keyi's ear.
Keyi was crying, softly whimpering, crushed to the floor and bleeding, but Seaona barely noticed, nor did he care; he'd never felt anything like this. Within minutes, the Captain groaned and his thrusting started all over again. Keyi's lips lifted back from his very white teeth at every excruciating move the man made, and his head rocked side to side as he was taken a second time… and then an incredible third time.
It was almost with reluctance that Captain Seaona extracted himself from the boy's undulating body. Keyi was panting for air, ever so much paler, his eyes half-closed and fixed on the ceiling.
"Abso-damnlutely amazing," Seaona muttered, "You were made for this, little butterfly, created for getting fucked, no kidding. Gemstones aren't the only treasures on your hot little planet."
Keyi tried to focus on the man, glassy-eyed and wearily, his lips parted and he tried to whisper 'please' again. Captain Seaona didn't hear him, already his mind was working on the possibilities for making his fortune. If they were all like this one…
In the small space port city of Manitoben, where Seaona called home, laws still existed, but few were enforced besides the quarantines, and even those had ways around them. Manitoben was an abandoned metropolis. As the huge, multipurpose spaceports had been constructed in the United States, Europe and Asia, the few smaller, more isolated ones had become pirate cities, rough places even during daylight hours, virtually unpoliced. Second hand space crafts that had passed safety inspections, not by merit, but by money changing hands, flew people without planetary passes to restricted areas. The city had been reduced to the lowest common denominator of its remaining inhabitants, where the pimps and the crime gangs held sway and the ultra wealthy often came to play, unanimously, there were places set up where they could indulge their fantasies, any fantasies for enough money. In Manitoben, there really was nothing money couldn't buy.
The rest of Canada, hell, the rest of the world turned a blind eye on what the city, and a few others like it, had become. It was well off the beaten track, no one cared if the dregs of society gathered there to fuck and murder and swindle each other, at least it kept them all in one place. And in this place, the flesh trade was booming and ever in need of variety.
Well, the Captain thought, laying there on the little alien, he would supply it. Oh, would he ever.
He took Keyi by the wrists, letting the slim legs drop back to the floor and moved up on him more, nuzzling his hair and cheeks. "If you only knew what I had planned for you," he breathed against the scraped skin and the boy turned his head away, laboring for air.
The Captain laughed. "Poor, broken butterfly. You are only the first. You'll be my free sample and when I go back to your hidden planet, it will be with orders for more of you whores-- orders that you will get for me. You'll be worth more than gold or diamonds."
"Why?" the boy spoke softly, but audibly.
Captain Seaona's eyes narrowed. "I did NOT hear that. You can speak?"
Keyi shook his head, trying to expand his chest for more air, unsuccessfully, haltingly he said. "Just learning."
Seaona thought quickly of Thorne, of his objections. He knew others would feel the same way and he let his breath out with frustrated force before saying, "You had better just fucking unlearn. I had a hard enough time convincing… never mind. Just don't talk, not one word and I won't be forced to punish you."
"Please," Keyi whined.
The Captain sat up, still straddling the boy and he dug into his pocket, bringing a folded knife out. He unfolded it, all the while his eyes bored keenly into his victim's with unwavering determination. He took Keyi's hand, brought it up into the air and held it tightly.
"I don't want to scar you, butterfly, but you must learn to behave. Whether or not to obey me is not a choice you have. You are not to talk, not one word, not ever. Is that clear?"
Keyi just blinked, watching and fearful. "Why?" he finally repeated.
"You stupid alien slut!" Seaona raged, and he brought the blade of the knife between the boy's last two fingers, slicing down through his skin. Keyi wailed shrilly, trying desperately to pull his hand away, but it was held even tighter and the knife sawed at the sensitive, cut flesh, back and forth, while blood began to run in a thin line down his arm.
When the Captain stopped, he looked down at Keyi impassively with his eyebrows raised. "Had enough convincing yet? You have many more fingers. And toes, too. The scars won't even show. I ask you again. You will not talk, will you? Not to anyone, ever?"
Keyi's whole body slumped back, exhausted from the strain of his impossible struggles, he gave up and he shook his head.
"Fucking right, you won't. You will do only what I tell you to do. You, little butterfly, belong to me. I found you and I claim you as my property. Don't forget it."
Captain Seaona waited for any reply, but he got none, the boy just lay there in defeat, his thoughts reaching out and finding nothing there to hold to. Keyi, for the first time in his life, was truly all alone. He began to weep.
This seemed to satisfy the man, he heaved himself to his feet, buttoned his trousers and went to fetch the emergency kit from the far wall near the metal ladder.
He then cleaned the wound on the boy's hand with alcohol, while Keyi faced away and trembled, but didn't move. The Captain used small gauze pads to catch any further bleeding, then he bound the last two fingers together with more gauze, taping them to keep the cut closed to heal. Without saying anything more, he left Keyi there.
The boy, shivering in pain and heartbroken, curled up upon the blood stained floor. He sent his thoughts out again, this time to the Paradise Vortex, where the creators of all life resided, humbly aware that he would get no answer.
He simply made a last request, offering up the very breath of his body, his heart, his life and his soul. He offered to suffer for eternities on end, to keep these barbaric aliens from every finding his betrothed or his newborn son, his parents or his loved ones… or, for that matter, his planet, ever again.
**~~**~~**
"I don't know about this, Burne," Armstrong said the next morning to his friend, as they both stood over the helpless Keyi.
"You gotta try it, Jarvis, you won't believe it," Seaona said
With his tongue rolling inside his cheek, the older man sighed. "I'm not much for rough sex, you know that. The cabin boys were always glad when it was my night to be serviced."
"He won't make you be rough," Seaona said, squatting down closer to Keyi and taking his chin in his hands. "You won't, will you?"
Keyi's eyes darted back and forth between the two men. He then shook his head.
"Hey. He understood what you said?" Armstrong asked, astonished.
Seaona shrugged. "Who knows. You gonna fuck him, or not?"
Armstrong looked at the angelic face, the beautiful eyes and half-grinned. "Not with you watching."
Keyi lay there, breathing fast, relieved to see the one who'd hurt him leaving. Once that man was out of sight, he turned back to his new tormenter, who was just gazing at him raptly. He did not even attempt to pull away from the hand that gently stroked his hair, nor did he resist when the man turned him prone slowly and lowered himself against his back.
Armstrong, still stroking the boy beneath him, rubbed on him and kissed his neck and shoulders, before arousing enough to ease his way in. He had only half-believed what Seaona had said about the sensations within the boy's body, but then he felt it, caressing him. His breath hissed in and his whole body jerked with desire.
"You remarkable little creature," he crooned with delight as he lost himself in the pleasure, like a man half his age, and he could not stop himself from thrusting with abandon, not even hearing Keyi's whimpers of pain slowed him.
An hour later, walking stiffly back on the main deck, Armstrong went to Seaona's side.
"We're gonna be rich," he said, nodding.
"No doubt about it," Seaona nodded back. "In the meantime, I'm gonna enjoy having him to ourselves for a couple more days," this he said with lust heavy in his voice, and he squared his shoulders as he headed back for the cargo bay.
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Genre:Sci-fi fantasy
Warning: angst, alien abuse, n/c, violence, slavery, m/m
Title: Pins Through Butterfly Wings (Work In Progress)
Genre: Sci-fi fantasy slash
Betas: Only each other
Rating: NC-17 NO ONE under 18 or not mature enough, please.
Feedback: Helpful is welcome
Warnings and codes: angst, abuse, violence, m/m, n/c, slavery.
Summary: Centuries from now, space pirates called Rushers roam the galaxy in search of riches. Captain Seaona believes he has found, in living form, his fortune. Sex with the alien creature is addicting, and that threatens his entire race. The abused, beautiful, all too human creature escapes his evil clutches but now he is all alone on a hostile world. Driven to seek help, or die, Keyi's life, as well as the fate of millions on Earth depend on the compassion, or lack thereof, of just one man...
SPECIAL THANKS: to the Seven Sanctum website (and Stephen Savage) for the sci-fi generator-- a wonderful resource!
Word Count: 6398
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Chapter One:
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The old, scarred ship was battered sideways, and Ethan Thorne strove to regain his footing on the grey deck floor as he ran a hand through his spiky hair, looking over at Captain Burnett Seaona.
"This is crazy. I would never have signed on with you, if I knew you were this fluffed in the head," he said with despair. "We're going to be killed."
Captain Seaona folded his massive arms across his burly chest and looked out the small view port at the rain of asteroids tumbling around against the black sky of space. "You'll be thanking me if we make it. If we don't? Fuck it. I've been coming out here for twenty-five years, searching over the same planets and moons that every Rusher has looted for over for a century. I'm tired of it, Thorne, this is my final voyage and I know it. I can't keep tossing off money into this piece of shit craft. Hell, I don't have any more money. My allotment is gone. I'm making my last chance count."
"Yeah. Great. How many have tried this? A hundred? Two hundred? Not one of them made it back. Some last chance."
"That puts the odds in our favor, doesn't it?" Seaona grinned, gripping the side of the deck rail as the ship was hit again.
"Any of the Vegas cities would love to get their hands on you."
Before anger could get a firm grip on Seaona, the third and only other member of the crew, Jarvis Armstrong, entered from below deck, holding on to whatever was in reach to keep balanced. "How much longer?" he asked nervously. "The Monitoring Diagnostician Sensor was right. There's some buckling of the hull…"
"Too long--" Thorne said.
"Not long--" Seaona said over him.
"At least half an hour," Thorne said accusingly. "Not that any of us will be alive by then."
Armstrong laughed humorlessly. "Increase her speed, Captain, to full."
"You're even crazier than he is!" Thorne objected, looking panicked. "At full speed just one hit will annihilate us!"
Armstrong ignored him, going to Captain Seaona's side. They were long time friends, although Armstrong was ten years older and almost completely grey at fifty-two. “We won't survive this much longer, no matter what. Let's take a real chance. In my opinion, our only chance. We'll be clear in less than a minute."
Seaona looked at his friend and then shrugged. "Sounds like a plan. I bet no one else ever had the balls to try it. Take it on, Jarvis."
Armstrong nodded, heading for the controls. Thorne took a step in his direction, but Seaona shook his head warningly.
Thorne stood back again, closing his eyes as the ship shuddered itself into greater velocity. Past the view port, the flying chunks of ice and mineral were now blurring by. And then, just the white dotted blackness appeared in front of them.
"We made it," Seaona said mildly, as if it was hardly worth mentioning.
Armstrong was at the console again, slowing the craft and sighing with relief.
"We made it," Thorne echoed. "Now, we just have to make it back."
Armstrong was busy with the console and didn't look up. "I'm programming her, with the exact spot we came through, so she can find it again."
"It won't be the same, will it?" the younger blond man asked uncertainly.
Armstrong answered, "Almost exactly. The asteroids are in a pattern with each other and they move very little from that place. Small ones are pulled slowly closer to the big ones, and eventually they hit and a new pattern forms. It's a really slow process, though."
"A doorway," Seaona said with something like awe. "One only we know about."
"Let's just hope there's something out here to make the chance we took worth it," Thorne said, still angry at having his life risked.
Armstrong finished locking in the coordinates and he went to the Captain's side. The two older men ignored the third as they looked hungrily out at the distant planets. Planets no one from Earth had reached, or at least had not returned from.
Mysterious. More importantly, their last chance.
"Scanning prompted," Armstrong said, his fingers expertly gliding over the console, while the other two gazed at the planet they currently orbited. "Life, man, life everywhere...amazing. Signs of agriculture. I can't believe this."
"What sort of life?" the Captain asked.
"Warm-blooded. Size range indicates more than one kind."
"Weapons? Radioactivity? Industry?"
Armstrong shook his head. "Primitive life, I would say, if even marginally sentient. No cities. No emissions in the atmosphere, beyond what volcanic activity or naturally occurring fire would produce. Oxygen saturation greater than Earth, but not dangerous to hypoxic drive. Mean temperature twenty- five degrees higher, there are no polar caps and I wouldn't want to land too near the equator, but well in comfort range otherwise. Land to water ratio roughly half of Earth's. Mass is... point-seven-nine of Earth. Sensors have picked up on many areas of dense crystal formation of various molecular weights and hues."
"Dense crystal formation? You mean like gemstone? I'd like to check out one of those sites first," Captain Seaona spoke decisively.
With a few, quick touches from Armstrong backlighting its control console, the ship headed down.
The three men exited the craft with their weapons drawn.
"They look like butterflies," Ethan Thorne said with astonishment as he stepped out onto the lush clover-like vegetation.
"They fucking look like people," Seaona stared at the small group gathered at the edge of the clearing.
"What the hell?" Armstrong whispered. "They do look like people. Standing there staring at us. It's giving me the creeps."
"Butterflies," the Captain blew his breath out. "You retard, Thorne."
"I just mean, the different colors and the style of those… those clothes they have on." Thorne explained. "It reminds me of butterflies."
Seaona made a disgusted face and rolled his eyes. He looked at Armstrong. "Which way?"
The older man checked the instrument in his hand, and pointed.
"Grab what we need, Thorne. I don't want to stay here any longer than we have to," Seaona said.
With a quick nod, Thorne went back into the ship and returned with the scythe-saber, a shovel and an air sled.
Then, Armstrong led the way to a rocky slope a short distance away. It stood there, jagged, glittering in the unobstructed sunlight. There was no living vegetation around it.
"Stay with the sun to your back if you go any closer," Armstrong said. "The gems will amplify the sun's rays and you'll be fried if a prism hits you."
"Does that mean this is--" Seaona asked.
"Diamonds," the older man nodded. "A hill made of diamonds."
Seaona drew a shuddery breath. "Diamonds. We're fucking rich. I KNEW it!"
"Maybe," Armstrong said.
"What maybe?" Seaona turned to face him.
"We don't have the equipment to test the quality. Only the rarest, finest are valuable. Diamonds are made quite easily at home, and there are more of them mined than demanded. The majority are held back to keep the price from falling."
"Fuck and double fuck. So they could be worth a lot, or nothing?"
"Unfortunately, yes."
"Thorne-- get to work cutting these out. We can hold…what, five hundred pounds?"
Armstrong told him, "A thousand easy. But five hundred is probably safer, and if they are worth anything, five hundred would bring us more wealth than we could manage to spend in a lifetime."
"I don't know. I can think of ways to spend a great lot of wealth. But we'll go with five hundred, she's flying a bit shaky. Make yourself useful, Thorne."
The man nodded again, he knew better than to say anything more to the Captain in his present foul mood, he'd pushed him enough for awhile.
Seaona headed back, grumbling, and when he saw the creatures near his ship, he didn't bother to warn them away. He just drew his weapon and fired at the ground, close enough to shower them with dirt and rocks.
They scattered like rabbits, silently. That brightened the Captain's mood, he watched them, laughing. One of them fell hard when his foot caught in a hole, and the man sauntered closer. The little creature froze, his foot still caught, staring up at him.
"Hey, Armstrong!" Seaona called. "Come here a minute."
Armstrong joined his friend, and knelt down beside the boy. "He's hurt himself. Not too badly, I hope. Nosy little fuckers, aren't they?" he said, slowly reaching over to free the trapped leg.
"Look at 'em, Jarvis, he looks human all right, but like… the most beautiful human I ever saw."
"He's a boy, Captain."
"How do you know his age? They all looked small, you know, like some people in Asia are."
Armstrong snorted. "I mean, he's a boy, as in male of the species."
"Oh. Yea, I can see that, but you know damn well that don't cross my eyes any. He's still beautiful. Wonder if he'd like to give us a proper welcome?"
Shaking his head at the lewd gesture his friend made to accompany that remark, Armstrong turned back to the boy, who looked shaky. "Take it easy, now," he said to calm him, reaching for his leg again, but for just a moment he stopped, caught up in noticing what Seaona had pointed out. Black, silky hair tied back in a short tail, some of it had come loose and it fell about the boy's face. From beneath it, large, long-lashed eyes of such deep blue that they appeared violet gazed softly back at him. The alien's clothes, that appeared more like a soft linen towel wrapped about him and not quite meeting in front of him-- hence the ease of figuring out what sex he was-- were the same color as his remarkable eyes.
A butterfly, Thorne had called him and Armstrong saw it, the delicate bone structure that gave the boy that appearance of fragility. Yet, he looked leanly strong, as if he could run as swift as a deer. Carefully, Armstrong extracted the twisted foot, while the boy winced and clenched his teeth together. Looking at it, the man could see it was already swelling, badly.
"We need to get cold packs on that," Armstrong looked up at the Captain. "It's our fault that he hurt himself."
"Bring him inside," Seaona said. His eyes remained fixed on the boy intensely, and his thoughts were churning.
Keyi had never seen any creature of such great size as these men from the sky were. Although it was in some of the old stories told, he hadn't always believed as a certainty that there were people on other worlds. The stories were just so ancient. Shrouded in eons past, without any reference, they had seemed more like myth to him. Now, he was almost convinced of their truth and he wished he'd listened more closely.
He was both curious and scared as they towered over him. He thought peacefully to them, as he would to strangers of his own kind, but they did not return the gesture. Then one of them knelt and spoke gently, as the man carefully pulled Keyi's caught foot free. Before he could even attempt to get up, he was lifted into the man's arms and he put a hand to the huge alien's face. He felt something strange, but it was not directed at him, and the men kept talking between themselves, vocally, as only babies and mothers did, taking his mind away from trying to understand. Keyi forced a sound out of his mouth, it had been many, many years since he had tried, finding it came easy. Keyi hummed his good will in the form of a lullaby, but they ignored that, too.
As Keyi saw that they intended to take him inside the metal ship, his humming ceased, and he began to shake his head vehemently.
They paid no attention, and he clutched to the man as he was carried in to the dark depths and lay down on a cot in the corner. He tried to relax. Obviously, they meant only to help him, and simply didn't understand. He did not know how to tell them that the help he needed was in the other direction, they were not listening to his thoughts. Maybe, like other lower life forms, they couldn't. So, he listened more carefully to them, to try and learn what they were saying.
"I've already got it in mind to take him with us," Captain Seaona said to his friend. "He may look human, but he's really not much more than an animal, he can’t even speak. He's uncommon looking enough to bring in good money pegged out. Who wouldn't want to fuck this lovely creature? I mean, what a novelty! I was even thinking-- if the diamonds end up to be a waste of time-- what about we come back here and get more of these? We can take orders, then return through our secret little doorway, and fill the hold with as many as will fit. They don't weigh a hundred pounds, probably closer to seventy-five by the looks of 'em, we could fit ten or fifteen in here. We could probably charge whatever we wanted… fifty, maybe a hundred thousand allotices each.
"Thorne will never go along with it," Armstrong said quietly.
"Well, Thorne will have to be taken care of, won't he. This must remain a secret."
Armstrong nodded, "I'm in. I must be as crazy as you, but yeah, I'm getting too old for this. Keep an eye on him, while I get first aid for his ankle."
Alone with the creature, Seaona ran a hand down the smooth, slim chest. "Later, baby. You and me," he said, and he winked while Keyi just stared. One small hand rose to touch the Captain's face. It drew back quickly, the boy looked both puzzled and shocked, and his head shook back and forth slowly. For he had touched the mind of a beast, and felt its primitive craving. Keyi knew he needed to escape, and as soon as possible.
In his fright, he reached his mind out past the ship seeking comfort and contact, and that relaxed him some, for he instantly felt the familiar presence of his loved ones, close by. Keeping their thoughts open for him.
Keyi waited patiently for an opportunity, and it came when the other man returned, diverting the Captain's attention. The boy scrambled up, and made a dash for the hatchway, but he had forgotten his twisted ankle and he went down hard and skidded across the deck.
Both men were on him instantly, and he was pinned down to the floor easily, their sheer size an advantage he couldn't fight. Keyi didn't even bother to struggle, as he felt his arms would break beneath their knees if any more pressure was applied. He tried to convey his total surrender, desperately, again frustrated as they seemed to take no notice of his thoughts.
One held him there, leaning on his back, while the other went to some sort of cabinet and pulled out rope and chain and cable. Keyi watched all this warily.
The men talked some more, while Keyi listened and lay still, feeling stupid for not waiting for a better chance in his eagerness to be free, and now not sure he would get any more chances. What if they made the ship fly off, with him still inside it? No-- that was unthinkable. He couldn't let himself panic.
Despite all his attempts to say he was sorry for being so rude, the two men were oblivious to his apologies as they settled on locking a chain about his throat, tightly, and then they brought him down into the cargo hold and fastened him securely to grating on the floor. He could not even sit up all the way. To do this to him, to deny him his freedom in such a barbaric way, he knew for certain now that these creatures were not human, and he was in serious trouble. Perhaps, like some lower life forms did to others, they would rend and consume him.
Now, he knew it was up to his family and his village to save him, and he knew they would try, but he feared these primitive creatures would kill them for the attempt. He send his thoughts out again, trying to remain calm, trying to convey to the others of his kind that he was in no danger and hopefully keep them back where they would be safe.
It was his own mistake, and he would not let them pay for it.
The air sled hovered beside him, filled with precious stone, as Ethan opened the hold. He guided it inside, ready to spread the load out more evenly within the holding bay, when he caught sight of Keyi.
He froze. "No. Oh, no," he whispered. Slowly, he went to Keyi's side and knelt down, moving slowly so not to startle the little creature.
It made soft, mewing sounds at him, and its large beautiful eyes pleaded with him, he felt a wave of something, like a thought that wasn't his, scared and benevolent, too gentle and he shook his head.
"Easy, now. Don't worry, I won't let them do this. I'll free you myself," he said softly.
Ethan frowned however at the locks in place along the chain and the grate. Locks he had no keys for. He contemplated using the scythe-saber, but he could only use it at the one end attached to the floor, he couldn't risk it near the boy's throat where the second one lay.
With his jaw set angrily, he rose and headed up the ladder to confront Captain Seaona.
Two hours later, the short-range outer system explorer craft was in deep space again, hurling off toward the asteroid door, minus one crew member, and with the addition of a prisoner, heartbroken, terrified and alone, huddled in the dark cold of the hull, and feeling the presence of all he knew and all he loved grow fainter and fainter…
As soon as they were free on the other side of the asteroid belt, both Captain Seaona and his good friend and accomplished exo-pilot, Jarvis Armstrong, breathed with ease again. Despite the computer's assurance that it was safe, they had both been on edge and not willing to admit it to the other, until now.
"Aw, fuck, Jarvis, I'm gettin' old. Almost peed myself getting through there. Christ."
"Retire rich or die in space, that's what we used to say, back in the day," Jarvis grinned fondly. "Anyway, that door should be safely open for…maybe a month before it would be a problematic chance again. A small chance, but still, if we do go back, it had better be soon. It was a real stretch of luck that we made it the first time."
Seaona nodded. "If the diamonds are any good, there'll be no need to go back. If not, a month should be more than long enough. We won't get rich supplying exotic looking whores, but it'll be enough to get by. I never thought I'd say this, but turning over rocks in space is getting boring. I want to try…fishing. Out at sea. Or maybe in a very large drop lake. Peace and quiet, a small yacht and a stupid looking vest."
They were both silent awhile, thinking back to their younger days, and the changes time had wrought.
"That boy. He needs food and water," Armstrong finally mentioned.
"Don't go all soft on me, Jarvis. We don't have much time to waste, you said it yourself. The creature needs to submit to us, and physical discomfort is very persuasive. I'll take care of him, don't worry."
"Who's worried," Armstrong smiled.
Seaona rubbed his hands together and squinted his eyes evilly. "There are a few things I'll never get bored with. Remember when we used to have enough money to hire on cabin boys for these little adventures?"
Armstrong laughed. "The peg boys? How could I forget? But I was much younger then. Now, I hardly miss it."
"Well-- I miss it, grandpa. I'll be back later. Maybe, much later!"
The Captain headed for the ladder to the cargo hold. "Don't wait up," he snickered as he started down.
"In space, I can still hear screams, so you just play nice down there," Armstrong tried to joke, but the door to the hatch was already closed, the Captain gone. Armstrong turned back to the console, gave the comp control of the ship, and headed, with an ache starting behind his eyes, for his bunk and some rest.
*~~*~~*
Keyi was cowering at the ends of his bonds, practically choking himself as he ducked his head and flattened to the wall to remain as far from the frightening stranger as he could manage to be. It was no use, though, the hand closing in was free to do so, and he was not free. He closed his eyes and shuddered, leaning right down to the floor beneath the persistent fingers seeking to touch him. They felt thick and coarse as they brushed over his shoulder. He could feel the aggression thrumming from the contact, he could sense it in the feral mind. Keyi thought there was chance he was about to be killed.
The Captain had no desire to kill. He simply desired; this within a dull uneasiness of the unknown-- after all, the object of his current lust, despite his appearance, was alien. It shrank away from him, even as he touched the softness of it. His breath quickened at the feel of taut skin, tense and shaky beneath his hand. Not human, he told himself, again; but stunning in the subdued night-adjusted light of the bay. Uncommonly lovely, his dark black hair shone in hues of soft blue and white against smooth, pale skin with androgynous appeal.
Seaona stared appraising at Keyi, as he ran hands over him, getting him used to being touched, getting him used to the sounds of his voice.
"Hey, butterfly. Wait till you see Earth. It's nothing like that jungle of a planet I rescued you from. You'll be amazed. Not that you'll actually get to see much of it. You'll be in a reclining position most of the time," he chuckled. "Sorry about that."
Keyi began to relax, slightly, Seaona could see his breathing steady up, and the boy was now looking at him, all over, as if studying him.
"What's going through your mind, I wonder? Anything remotely intelligent?" He shook his head. "That's a laugh. You look like we do, but you act like an animal."
It was true, though, Seaona thought, the boy would easily pass for human back on Earth, exotic and rare in appearance, yes, but there was nothing alien looking about him. Just somewhat primitive in movement, but nothing that could not be explained by a very low IQ. A perfect whore. Youthful, submissive and too small to be intimidating… best of all, the boy was mute. To Seaona, he was little more than a dull-witted version of some beautiful fantasy brought to life. A fantasy he wanted to indulge in.
Captain Seaona knew why he had come here, but until this minute, he hadn't been completely sure he could actually go through with it. What he had in mind would hurt this small creature if he had never done it before, but now, looking at Keyi cringing, he only smiled at the thought of how good that would feel. He had never in his life been first at anything or with anyone. This boy, hopefully a virgin, would accept men's dominance over him and there would be no need for further proof of superiority. It would not be rape. It would simply be taming a wild colt, breaking him in to saddle and bridle so anyone could ride him. Gentling him.
Seaona's body spasmed and his cock twitched provokingly at these thoughts. With his conscience thus eased, he seized Keyi's arm and roughly twisted him onto his back.
The boy gasped, but he could mount no defense that this man needed to respect, not physically. Keyi's quick mind had already gathered much of sound and syntax within these last two days. He'd never been so afraid, nor so filled with desperate sorrow as he had since the craft had powered to life and then taken him from all he held dear. Now, entreating noises ventured from the back of his throat until he managed to mouth two words-- no, followed by please-- spoken at the very low end of hearing range. He wasn't sure what he was saying no to, not exactly, he still held to the possible notion that he had been brought along as part of the menu, and this beast-man was about to tear his throat out and feast.
Keyi was never granted a second chance to attempt to speak, what happened next came all too fast. The man pounced on top of him. One burly arm shoved beneath his shoulders and then back up to wreathe his neck, while the other hand caught and twirled itself into his hair, yanking his head back. The air forced from his lungs by the heavy body of the Captain was caught by man's mouth, sibilant, as he was held to a contusive kiss.
Keyi opened his eyes in terror at the abruptness of pain, looking about wildly, while his own hands sought to push his tormentor away. Failing at that, he clawed at the man's clothes for leverage, trying to slip out from under him. Seaona backhanded Keyi's mouth, splitting the boy's lip, then his palm pushed the writhing head back, hard. Seaona's rough beard abraded the boy's tender skin like sandpaper, as the kisses became more violent, urged on by the struggling. The taste of blood was sweet in the Captain's mouth, it spurred more violence with its coppery battle-taste. He swiped with his tongue at the velvety lips before mashing them with his own again, jabbing into and exploring the boy's mouth crudely. Keyi was certain he would be suffocated. He thrashed madly for his life, but Seaona was firmly mounted and much too large to be thrown off.
The boy's fingernails were dull, but still it angered the Captain when they were dug into his arm.
"You uncivilized little shit," he growled. "Get it through your head, I own your ass. You fight me and you make it harder on yourself."
With those words, the Captain slammed Keyi's head against the metal floor, and then again with more force. The small hands fell away from him, the feeble kicking stopped as Keyi's eyes went unfocused. Captain Seaona sat up, keeping one hand upon the slender throat as he unbuttoned his gray-green trousers hastily. "I'm gonna fuck you 'till you don't know your own name, butterfly. If you even have one."
With his impressive and suitably hard cock free and leaking, he moved down between the trembling, slender legs, and pushed them forward, bending them almost impossibly far with the sheer force of his size and strength. He had no intentions of preparing Keyi, the boy had not earned any mercy. Besides, Seaona wanted the power he held made perfectly clear. This frail creature would never forget the unpleasantness of resisting.
He dropped back over Keyi to hold his body still, pressing down to keep the boy folded in place as he encircled narrow shoulders within his arms. His wide hips were already positioned, as he sought to penetrate, looking down into those dark, violet eyes that were once more terrified on his. Questioning and pleading, the boy gazed up at him.
Unfazed, and with his own eyes locked on Keyi's, Seaona thrust with one mighty stroke into his body. Keyi's eyes went even wider and then they squeezed closed in agony as his head tossed back and he let out a hoarse, garbled cry.
It was such a tight fit, it took some energetic shoving and wriggling for Seaona to bury himself completely, and due to the almost painful tightness he did not notice the difference at first. He pulled the small body back to his, at the same time he pushed forward, thus getting as far inside as he could be. He drew back out all the way, and shot back in while Keyi convulsed and screamed in more muted-- but no less horrified-- tones.
After a few more long, tearing strokes that eased the constriction, Captain Seaona felt something and he stopped and shuddered. Deeply embedded, his cock was being caressed even as he lay still, slick pulsing muscles stroked and teased and he muttered, "Oh my God," as he resumed his pace, his own eyes wide at the incredible sensations. There was not any chance in any world, that he could last long, as he had wanted to. Before he knew it, he felt the tightening and he swiftly shoved twice more before spurting in orgasm and collapsing.
The man lay there limp on Keyi, but he did not pull out of him. The stimulation against his invading cock continued even with both of them resting. It was almost too much for him in his super sensitive state, yet it felt good, too. Wondrously good, unbelievably good; as he was gently milked and then, without any effort on his part, he began to stiffen once more as he was firmly, gently caressed along his entire shaft.
"Unbelievable--" he croaked in Keyi's ear.
Keyi was crying, softly whimpering, crushed to the floor and bleeding, but Seaona barely noticed, nor did he care; he'd never felt anything like this. Within minutes, the Captain groaned and his thrusting started all over again. Keyi's lips lifted back from his very white teeth at every excruciating move the man made, and his head rocked side to side as he was taken a second time… and then an incredible third time.
It was almost with reluctance that Captain Seaona extracted himself from the boy's undulating body. Keyi was panting for air, ever so much paler, his eyes half-closed and fixed on the ceiling.
"Abso-damnlutely amazing," Seaona muttered, "You were made for this, little butterfly, created for getting fucked, no kidding. Gemstones aren't the only treasures on your hot little planet."
Keyi tried to focus on the man, glassy-eyed and wearily, his lips parted and he tried to whisper 'please' again. Captain Seaona didn't hear him, already his mind was working on the possibilities for making his fortune. If they were all like this one…
In the small space port city of Manitoben, where Seaona called home, laws still existed, but few were enforced besides the quarantines, and even those had ways around them. Manitoben was an abandoned metropolis. As the huge, multipurpose spaceports had been constructed in the United States, Europe and Asia, the few smaller, more isolated ones had become pirate cities, rough places even during daylight hours, virtually unpoliced. Second hand space crafts that had passed safety inspections, not by merit, but by money changing hands, flew people without planetary passes to restricted areas. The city had been reduced to the lowest common denominator of its remaining inhabitants, where the pimps and the crime gangs held sway and the ultra wealthy often came to play, unanimously, there were places set up where they could indulge their fantasies, any fantasies for enough money. In Manitoben, there really was nothing money couldn't buy.
The rest of Canada, hell, the rest of the world turned a blind eye on what the city, and a few others like it, had become. It was well off the beaten track, no one cared if the dregs of society gathered there to fuck and murder and swindle each other, at least it kept them all in one place. And in this place, the flesh trade was booming and ever in need of variety.
Well, the Captain thought, laying there on the little alien, he would supply it. Oh, would he ever.
He took Keyi by the wrists, letting the slim legs drop back to the floor and moved up on him more, nuzzling his hair and cheeks. "If you only knew what I had planned for you," he breathed against the scraped skin and the boy turned his head away, laboring for air.
The Captain laughed. "Poor, broken butterfly. You are only the first. You'll be my free sample and when I go back to your hidden planet, it will be with orders for more of you whores-- orders that you will get for me. You'll be worth more than gold or diamonds."
"Why?" the boy spoke softly, but audibly.
Captain Seaona's eyes narrowed. "I did NOT hear that. You can speak?"
Keyi shook his head, trying to expand his chest for more air, unsuccessfully, haltingly he said. "Just learning."
Seaona thought quickly of Thorne, of his objections. He knew others would feel the same way and he let his breath out with frustrated force before saying, "You had better just fucking unlearn. I had a hard enough time convincing… never mind. Just don't talk, not one word and I won't be forced to punish you."
"Please," Keyi whined.
The Captain sat up, still straddling the boy and he dug into his pocket, bringing a folded knife out. He unfolded it, all the while his eyes bored keenly into his victim's with unwavering determination. He took Keyi's hand, brought it up into the air and held it tightly.
"I don't want to scar you, butterfly, but you must learn to behave. Whether or not to obey me is not a choice you have. You are not to talk, not one word, not ever. Is that clear?"
Keyi just blinked, watching and fearful. "Why?" he finally repeated.
"You stupid alien slut!" Seaona raged, and he brought the blade of the knife between the boy's last two fingers, slicing down through his skin. Keyi wailed shrilly, trying desperately to pull his hand away, but it was held even tighter and the knife sawed at the sensitive, cut flesh, back and forth, while blood began to run in a thin line down his arm.
When the Captain stopped, he looked down at Keyi impassively with his eyebrows raised. "Had enough convincing yet? You have many more fingers. And toes, too. The scars won't even show. I ask you again. You will not talk, will you? Not to anyone, ever?"
Keyi's whole body slumped back, exhausted from the strain of his impossible struggles, he gave up and he shook his head.
"Fucking right, you won't. You will do only what I tell you to do. You, little butterfly, belong to me. I found you and I claim you as my property. Don't forget it."
Captain Seaona waited for any reply, but he got none, the boy just lay there in defeat, his thoughts reaching out and finding nothing there to hold to. Keyi, for the first time in his life, was truly all alone. He began to weep.
This seemed to satisfy the man, he heaved himself to his feet, buttoned his trousers and went to fetch the emergency kit from the far wall near the metal ladder.
He then cleaned the wound on the boy's hand with alcohol, while Keyi faced away and trembled, but didn't move. The Captain used small gauze pads to catch any further bleeding, then he bound the last two fingers together with more gauze, taping them to keep the cut closed to heal. Without saying anything more, he left Keyi there.
The boy, shivering in pain and heartbroken, curled up upon the blood stained floor. He sent his thoughts out again, this time to the Paradise Vortex, where the creators of all life resided, humbly aware that he would get no answer.
He simply made a last request, offering up the very breath of his body, his heart, his life and his soul. He offered to suffer for eternities on end, to keep these barbaric aliens from every finding his betrothed or his newborn son, his parents or his loved ones… or, for that matter, his planet, ever again.
"I don't know about this, Burne," Armstrong said the next morning to his friend, as they both stood over the helpless Keyi.
"You gotta try it, Jarvis, you won't believe it," Seaona said
With his tongue rolling inside his cheek, the older man sighed. "I'm not much for rough sex, you know that. The cabin boys were always glad when it was my night to be serviced."
"He won't make you be rough," Seaona said, squatting down closer to Keyi and taking his chin in his hands. "You won't, will you?"
Keyi's eyes darted back and forth between the two men. He then shook his head.
"Hey. He understood what you said?" Armstrong asked, astonished.
Seaona shrugged. "Who knows. You gonna fuck him, or not?"
Armstrong looked at the angelic face, the beautiful eyes and half-grinned. "Not with you watching."
Keyi lay there, breathing fast, relieved to see the one who'd hurt him leaving. Once that man was out of sight, he turned back to his new tormenter, who was just gazing at him raptly. He did not even attempt to pull away from the hand that gently stroked his hair, nor did he resist when the man turned him prone slowly and lowered himself against his back.
Armstrong, still stroking the boy beneath him, rubbed on him and kissed his neck and shoulders, before arousing enough to ease his way in. He had only half-believed what Seaona had said about the sensations within the boy's body, but then he felt it, caressing him. His breath hissed in and his whole body jerked with desire.
"You remarkable little creature," he crooned with delight as he lost himself in the pleasure, like a man half his age, and he could not stop himself from thrusting with abandon, not even hearing Keyi's whimpers of pain slowed him.
An hour later, walking stiffly back on the main deck, Armstrong went to Seaona's side.
"We're gonna be rich," he said, nodding.
"No doubt about it," Seaona nodded back. "In the meantime, I'm gonna enjoy having him to ourselves for a couple more days," this he said with lust heavy in his voice, and he squared his shoulders as he headed back for the cargo bay.
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