Captain Emrah Jackson Ch. 22

Captain Emrah Jackson Ch. 22

This ongoing sci-fi series will contain non-consensual elements.

I came around on a large comfy bed. My clothes had been removed and there were silken cushions surrounding me. There was a short stout fat man standing next to the bed, and he smiled as I rubbed my sleepy eyes.

"You belong to me now, Kitten," he said, in a deep accented voice

I was still on Ferrin. A man named Lessing had befriended me and promised me help in getting off the planet. Instead, he had sold me to this strange man. The drugs that he had provided had made me an easy victim for the man who was now looking over my naked body. During my time in the gladiator arena, I had become hooked on a drug called wax.

I shook my head in disbelief. I was barely able to stand let alone stop what was about to happen, but with what last strength I had, I tried to crawl away from him.

A meaty hand grabbed my ankle and pulled me easily back onto the bed. "No need to be shy," he said, with a chuckle.

There was no where to go. I was too weak to fight, and my head was too fuzzy to think of another way out. The room I was in, looked to be expensively decorated, except everything had a tacky quality to it. The furniture including the bed frame was covered in cheap looking gold leaf and the walls were decorated in animal prints.

"My name is Gabel," he said, and began to unbutton his shirt. He was fat, but had a solid frame, and thick forearms. His skin had a deep dark tan, and he wore a solid gold chain around his neck. He looked to be in his fifties, and had thinning hair, that looked like it might have been dyed. He folded his shirt, and carefully laid it across the back of an ornate chair. "Open your legs, Kitten," he said, and began unbuckling his trousers.

"Where is Lessing?" I asked, quietly.

He chuckled again, and lay his trousers over his shirt. "He told me you got yourself into a little trouble. Don't worry, Gabel is here to look after you." He was naked now, and his short thick cock hung limply in the shadow of his belly. His chest was hairy, as was his stomach, and legs.

"I just want to get off the planet."

"With your addiction, you wouldn't last long."

I drew my legs to my chest, as he climbed on the bed.

"Have you worked in a pleasure house before?" he asked, and moved closer to me.

I shook my head, and felt my heart begin to race. This was my worst fear. I had seen those places in the old town. They were always heavily guarded with a constant stream of men coming and going.

He took a moment to admire my naked body. "A cute thing like you will be popular," he said, and stroked the back of his hand against my bare legs. "Follow the rules, and we won't have a problem."

With a numb feeling I watched his thick fingers paw and caress my calves. Nothing had gone right on this planet, nothing had gone right for a very long time. The only comfort I had felt was from the wax, but that had turned me into a weak and lethargic creature. I still craved it though, regardless of my better judgement.

Gabel put his hands on my knees, and told me to relax. "You're shaking like a leaf. I know this isn't your first time with a man," he said.

"Can I have some wax?" I asked, with a tremble in my voice. It was the only thing that would take my mind off things.

"As much as you want," he said, with a chuckle. "It needs to be earned, though. Are you ready to earn it?"

This wasn't the first man to leverage my need of the wax to get what he wanted, but he didn't just want to have sex with me, he wanted me to work in his pleasure house. I had to examine my options.

"What if I said, I wasn't ready."

He smiled thinly, and told me he had eighteen men working for him. "I will bring them up in groups of three, and I can assure you that tomorrow night your answer might be more affable. Would you like that?"

"No," I said, with a tremble in my voice. It was the subtle way he exerted his control that chilled my blood the most. He wasn't loud or brash. There was a cool confidence in his voice, and that ever hint of threat behind his words.

There was no more fighting, no more hoping, just the promise of the oblivion that the wax provided. Lilly, Delphine, Talia, Dex, all were gone, and I found myself alone in a situation that was becoming all too familiar. It was time to give up, I thought, sadly. The wax would make it all bearable.

He smiled and took one last look at my body before climbing off the bed. "I don't like this stuff myself, but I know how you girls love it," he said, and went over to a table. He came back with a tub of the stuff, and a silver ring in his hand. I watched as he scooped a little wax onto his finger and then rub it all over the ring. Then he fed his limp dick through it. It was a cock ring.

"Come and get your reward, Kitten," he said, with a grin.

I wanted the stuff desperately, but even so that didn't make what I was about to do anymore palatable. He stood next to the bed offering me his cock with a wide smile on his face. With some reluctance I crawled across the bed towards him. I could see the gleaming silver of the ring and felt the anticipation of the feeling grow inside of me. He had a thick bush of pubic hair and darkly colored cock and balls that stood in contrast to the glittering silver of the cock ring. All my resolve was draining away, as I lowered my head towards it. I smelled his musk, and a faint scented fragrance. I tried my best to lick the metal, but could taste him as I licked the wax off the ring. It was a humiliating experience. One that he was enjoying greatly as in seconds his cock began to swell. The effects of the wax started to hit me, and the unpleasantness of it didn't seem so bad anymore. I was able to lick with more confidence now. and I felt the warm harness of his cock brushing against my soft cheek.

"Underneath too," he said, a moved his cock to give me better access. As I licked his balls rubbed against my chin. My head was floating and I didn't care what I was doing anymore.

"A little more for you, Kitten." He took another finger full of the wax and applied it liberally to the end of his cock.

As he ran his fingers through my blonde hair, I shifted closer to him, and gently took his cock in my hand. My wet tongue licked the tip, tasting the wax and elicited a pleasing noise from him. With no encouragement I began to suck his thick cock. It was veiny, and I felt every bump sliding against my lips. I could feel the wax tingling on the back of my tongue as I slid it in deeper.

"Worth every credit," he said, and pushed at the back of my head. With his cock deep into my mouth, I couldn't help but moan at the feeling. The drug made me suck harder, and with my free hand I carefully massaged his balls. He seemed to enjoy this, so I let his cock out of my mouth, and began kissing them. Then with a groan from him I engulfed them with my lips. I rolled them around with my tongue, tasting his sweat.

As I pleasured him, he picked up a thin gold collar from the side table, and clamped it around my neck. The sound of the metal clicking made my heart drop as I knew what it meant. It meant that I belonged to him now.

He told me he wanted to see how tight I was. He spread my legs, and climbed on top of me. His large belly pressed onto me, and with a little maneuvering, his cock rubbed gingerly against my pussy.

"I like to break in the new girls," he said, with a grin.

I whimpered as I felt his hard cock slide between the lips of my pussy. This made him smile, and he began to slowly fuck me. The thick golden necklace he wore swung back and forth with his large body. I watched mesmerized as the light danced off it. Even with my mind elsewhere his cock made me sigh with each thrust.

"Come here," he said, and pulled me on top of his hairy body. He wanted me to ride him. His cock was slick and I guided it into my wet pussy.

"Ahh," I sighed involuntarily as I impaled myself upon him.

I rocked my hips back and forth. He lay back, clearly enjoying the feeling. The wax had given me a feeling of contentment, and I was now running my fingers up and down his hairy chest. Whatever my situation was I had to remember that I belonged to this man. This was no different than when I belonged to Orton or Hogarth.

Having to fuck him like this felt like I had given up. It was true though. That what I was doing. Showing him my obedience like this was my final act of submission. I was too tired with fighting and struggling against my situation. I didn't want to escape the planet, I wanted to escape my thoughts.

"Stunning body, Kitten," he said, reaching for my breasts. He squeezed and played with my plump tits whilst I tried to think of better times. He put his hands on my hips, slowing me down, drawing the experience out for him and myself.

"That collar around your neck, doesn't mean you just belong to me, it means you belong to anyone in my pleasure house. Any man who want you can have you. Every desire, every perversion will be yours to satisfy. You will never say no. Do you understand?"

I nodded lazily.

"Don't ever try to run, either," he said, and pinched my nipple sharply to make his point. I shook my head as I bit my lip to ease the pain.

He kept my pace slow, but in doing so only increased my pleasure, and I was beginning to enjoy what he was making me do. He must have sensed it as a wide grin appeared on his fat face.

"Took a little while to warm you up, didn't it, Kitten?"

My only response was top let a small uncomfortable moan escape from my mouth. He told me in my first few days the men would enjoy my reluctance, and that they would take great pleasure in fucking a girl who was learning her place.

"After a while you will learn to get it over with as quickly as possible."

He gabbed my sides and rolled me onto my back, with him on top of me. His mouth pressed hard against mine, and his tongue found no resistance as it plunged into my trembling mouth. I nearly gagged at the taste of cigars and alcohol. All I could do was try to suppress the need to wretch. I felt his thick pudgy hand paw at my breasts once again, but with renewed vigor. His cock was still rock hard and I felt it rubbing earnestly against my wet pussy. I trembled all over, feeling the need for more of his cock. I didn't want it, but my pussy begged for more. Thankfully he had broken the kiss and was tugging at my ear with his teeth. That too sent a wave of goosebumps across my flesh.

"What do you want?" he whispered in my ear.

"Fuck me," I replied softly and quickly.

"Who do you belong to?" he hissed.

"You."

With a little maneuvering his cock was once again inside of me. My pussy sent waves of pleasure pulsing through my weak and willing body.

"Ahhh, I cried out with a loud whimper that filled the ornate bedchamber. He drove his cock as deep as it would go, and my back arched in a vain attempt to get more of it. He nuzzled my neck, and he began to fuck me with a slow gentle rhythm.

"We've got all night," he cooed.

As the pleasurable feeling overtook me I tried to forget about my situation. I attempted to concentrate on the feelings that this man who had bought me was giving me. Ones that were not given in a loving way or in a way for his own amusement, but to introduce me to my new life of sexual servitude. That's why I was here naked and collared on his bed, I was his whore, his brand-new whore.

"Fuck me," I repeated, but this time more hoarsely. This is what he wanted from me, to truly give in and want it. A collar around my neck was one thing, but begging for more was another.

He grinned widely, and he increased his pace much to my enjoyment. He had won, I thought, as he began to pound me hard against the bed. My moans were louder and given much more freely. I was edging closer to an orgasm, one that I so desperately needed right now. His face twisted in concentration, lost in his own fantasy world. I was like a rag doll as he pounded me against the bed. His face got redder and redder, and then as inevitable as it could be I exploded in a deep needful orgasm. I wailed loudly and grasped his shoulders firmly. His fucking didn't stop, it only slowed as he rode me into new areas of pleasure and I lay limply against the plush sheets each thrust of his cock was more heightened as the last. I could only whimper like a wounded animal.

"Who do you belong to? he repeated, as he pulled his still hard cock from my aching pussy.

"You," I croaked, with my eyes shut.

"Good, Kitten, now roll over."

I was out of breath and gulped some air down, as I did as he asked. He was a little winded too, but his voice was still strong and commanding.

"Spread your legs."

He hadn't come, I knew that, and I did as he asked. I prepared myself for more.

"Pull your cheeks apart for me," he said, in a low voice.

He had told me we had all night, and now I realised what he had in mind. Anal sex wasn't something I had ever enjoyed, but I was in no position to deny him. I pulled my firm cheeks apart for him as wide as they would go and received a crude compliment from him. My heart began to race against as I felt him positioning himself on top of my again.

"Do you want me to go slow?" he asked, as he placed the tip of his cock against my asshole.

"You decide, " I said, into the sheets.

He chuckled and told me that was the right answer.

I groaned hard as he pushed his cock slowly into my tight opening. My fingers grasped clumps of the expensive material as he delved deeper.

"Please," I whimpered. It felt like he was splitting me in half. My body's natural reaction was to try and force him back out, but this only made him sigh in pleasure. I couldn't help, but squirm against the bed. He steadied me with a hand int the middle of my back.

"You're so tight, he grunted and struggled to get in all the way. "You feel like a virgin," he said joyfully.

He was gentle, but it still made me whimper and writhe under him.

"The more you do this, the better it will be, and you will be getting plenty of practice," he said, and began to rock his hips slowly against me. I knew he was right, but it didn't make it anymore comfortable.

"Concentrate on my pleasure," he said, almost reading my mind. "Relax your body, don't fight it, you'll learn to crave it."

I shut my eyes tightly, and did as he asked. It was the only way to make this bearable. My pussy still ached, and I wished that was where he was now. Like he said, I had to just accept it.

"Mmmm," he sighed loudly. His tempo had increased, and he was grunting with each new thrust of his cock into my ass. More than anything I wanted it to end and knew there was only one way for that to happen.

"Faster," I said, reluctantly.

He chuckled to himself, "You want it over don't you, no shame in that. No shame at all." He took his hand from my back and pushed it against the back of my head. My face was held firmly against the bed, and he growled as he began to pound me hard in the ass.

"This is what you want, isn't it," he grunted. My face was buried and my loud cries were muffled as the feeling of discomfort grew to an extraordinary level.

"Ah, ah, ah," I cried out. My head was spinning and I was becoming lightheaded. He was relentless though, and made my decision to increase the speed a lot more regrettable. I was coming close to blacking out, and felt a wave of nausea wash over me.

With a great sense of relief he suddenly ceased his thrusts, and without a word pulled his cock out of me. I was left panting and breathless on the bed. I felt a void where his cock had once been, and oddly needful of it there again. Again he had been right about me wanting to crave it.

"Come here," he said, and pulled me onto my hands and knees. I was trembling and shaken, but he held me upright.

"If you had told me you were an anal virgin, I would have believed you," he said, in his own breathless voice. "How old were you when you lost your virginity?"

"Nineteen," I said.

"A little old I think, it was with a older man wasn't it?" As he asked his question I felt the tip of his cock rub against my pussy.

"An older woman." I had no energy to lie, and my head was in such a state I didn't think I could be convincing.

He laughed, and squeezed my hips. "You prefer women then?"

I nodded lazily.

As we talked he stroked his cock against my pussy. I expected him to plunge it in, but he was content with just teasing it.

"You won't be getting many female clients, but I'm sure you can find fun with the other girls, if that is your preference. Have you been owned by a man before?"

"Yes," I said, finally catching my breath. My thoughts were now on my pussy again and the ache that was building due to his incessant rubbing.

"Were you his pleasure girl?"

"I was."

"That's why you are so well-behaved," he mused.

It became clear what he wanted me to do, and dutifully I moved my hips towards him, until I felt his cock pressing against my slick opening.

"I have a feeling I could put you to work tonight," he said, as I backed onto his cock. As he slipped inside of me I felt a new rush of adrenaline as his length filled me up. He just held my hips lightly as I chose the pace for my pleasure. I rocked my hips back and forth on him, savoring the feeling. He was silent, and it was only my cracked moans that filled the room. I knew he was watching me, judging how well I preformed. I wasn't doing it for him, I was doing it for me. He had already gotten what he wanted and there was no shame or humiliation anymore and I impaled myself on his stiff cock.

"Ahh," I gasped, as I increased my pace. I reached back and began to pleasure myself, I ran circles around my clit in the way I liked it and with his cock inside of me slowly brought myself to another orgasm. I was lost again and trembled with renewed energy.

"Ah, ah, ah," I moaned. My fingers worked their magic, and I was taken again by the warm embrace of a deep pulsing orgasm. My sense of time had long vanished. I had no idea how long I had been in this room, but I was reaching my limit, with my orgasm fading and only the promise of more, I collapsed forward onto the bed. I was truly spent.

Gabel wasn't finished though, and I felt his hands rubbing and massaging the backs of my thighs. Why hadn't he come, I thought. Was it the cock ring holding him back, or was this so routine for him that he could deny himself with ease. I whimpered as I felt his hands grope and squeezed my ass.

"No more," I implored him.

His only response was to take my hands and place them on my ass cheeks again. He didn't have to say anything else, I knew what he wanted. I whimpered pathetically as I spread them for him. I hoped he would have mercy on me, but knew it was not to be as I felt him mount me again.

"You've done so well tonight, Kitten, one last effort," he whispered in my ear as he started to force his cock once again into my asshole. He had been right it didn't feel as bad as the first, but I still found myself squealing as he began to take advantage of my feeble state. Quickly and with none of the build up I was once again being fucked roughly and firmly.

It didn't last long and this time he finally let go and I felt his body stiffen up and my asshole was filled with a hot warm feeling. With a loud slurping noise he pulled himself out of me, only the warm feeling of his come remaining. He left me laying there exhausted and covered in a sheen of sweat. When he returned he had a glob of wax on his finger for me, I sucked it eagerly.

"I must say I'm very impressed, when you were brought into me, I expected a lot more tears and begging, glad you proved me wrong."

He happily lay on the bed next to me, and pulled me closer to him. With my head resting on his chest, he ran his fingers through my hair like a lover. It felt nice, but I knew I was more like a pet to him now rather than an equal.