Captives, Slaves, Killers Pt. 01

"We are not military prisoners, though."

"We don't know that for certain," he said. "These creatures could be working for some other government. They might want whatever information we can provide. And if they really are slavers, a broken slave is more tractable than one with a sense of self."

Aste`Rey Mherr let out a low growl, her tail flicking hard against the bulkhead and her ears laid flat back. Van nodded approval. Anger was far more useful than depression.

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The hatch chimed and opened, admitting the android.

"Oh look, Aste`Rey Mherr," said Van with false cheer. "Room service."

Marilyn said nothing, just crossed to kneel beside him. He thought she would collect the ration cylinders, instead she reached out as if she would place her hands on his head. Van jerked away and tried to roll. Strong mechanical fingers clutched his bicep and forced him to remain still.

"I need to check your ear," Marilyn said, her tone firm, insistent. "Do not even blink, Corporal."

Van felt more than knew something was up. The machine's demeanor spoke of some silent matter of importance. He held still while her fingers glided over his scars. When one brushed his eye there was a tingle and slight sting. Marilyn withdrew her hands, collected all four cylinders and left. Eye watering, Van blinked.

"What was that about?" Aste`Rey Mherr asked.

"Give me a second," he said.

Swimming before him, obviously not part of the surroundings, was a wall of white text. A message overlaid on his cornea. Startled, he closed his eyes and began to read.

"Say nothing," the message read. "This lens will disintegrate and be absorbed by your tissue. The enemy will not be able to detect it. I am unable to tell you anything useful about them and I cannot explain why. I can say I do genuinely wish to be free. I will take you with me when I escape, but you must obey me.

"When you are both up to it there will be another session of dreams as the jZav`Etch has described. Amusement for our enemies and their patrons. Rape for the pair of you. I will provide a counter to the drugs used to weaken your resistance and those that render you unconscious. I can do nothing about the collars. Without the drugs their effects will be dramatically less. The enemy must detect no difference in your performance. You must convince them or they will destroy me and your chance of escape will be gone.

"At the end of the session, once you have both climaxed, pretend to collapse. Simply throw your arms about each other, sag and collapse. They will come for you. The collars will be removed and they will take you to be washed. I will be there and we will escape."

The words began to fade away, drifting into a messy fog. Soon there was nothing left. Van opened his eyes, tears running freely down his cheek.

"What is wrong?" Aste`Rey Mherr asked, tail lashing uncertainly, her ears back.

"Roll over here," he said, glancing at the discolored paint near the door. "I need some comforting."

Her expression was comically skeptical. He shot her an insistent look and jerked his head in a "come here" gesture. Aste`Rey Mherr's tail slapped the deck but she rolled to him, snuggling close. Hesitantly at first she pressed her face to his chest, then more fiercely, rubbing her muzzle on him and sniffling as if she genuinely needed comfort.

"Are you all right?" he whispered in her ear.

He felt hot tears on his chest and her teeth took a pinch of his skin, holding it without drawing blood. Wishing there were more he could do, Van kissed the girl between the ears and rested his cheek on the top of her head until she stopped crying and let go the pinch of skin.

"I am sorry," she said, sniffing.

"It's okay," he murmured, trying again to imitate a male jZav`Etch's rumble. "Snuggle in close. I'll tell you what's going on."

*****

"I don't understand," she whispered, hardly to be heard though they were intimately close.

"I know this can't be easy on you," he began.

She shook her head, cutting him off.

"Not the sex!" she hissed. "I can do that. We will be more or less willing partners this time. I don't understand why these slavers are doing what they are doing."

"Um..." Van didn't know what to say. He wasn't sure what she meant.

"Van, why did they have me dance? Why have me... do what I did to you? Why not use a holographic model? They could program it to be exactly what they are looking for. They could give it all the aspects they enjoy most."

"Except it wouldn't be real," he said.

"So?"

"It wouldn't be real, Aste`Rey Mherr," he said. "A hologram has no will to be subverted or broken. Sapient creatures, creatures that can think, have will. We have agency. These slavers seem to like taking that away. They like dominating. They like it that we know what they are doing."

She rested her forehead against his chest and sighed. After a moment she rubbed her muzzle on his breastbone and drew back to look into his eyes.

"We will give them a performance. I will endeavor not to hurt you." She bounced her head off his chest and smiled uncertainly.

"How do you know it won't be me on top?" he asked, a gentle smirk curling his lips.

She snorted and giggled shyly, then pressed her face to him again, snuggling close so that her ear was over his heart. Soon she was purring in her sleep.

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Notes:

* Meith `pth qHrr - jZav`Etch military/diplomatic language.

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Chapter 3

A familiar feeling woke Aste`Rey Mherr. No. Not a feeling. A scent! The odor filled the cramped cell. She drew her head away from Van's broad chest, feeling woozy. She wanted to warn him, but she was just too comfortable. She lay her head against him again and listened to his heart. So relaxing. Gradually she became aware of something warm pressing into her side just above her hip. It was warm and pulsed and grew larger and firmer. She looked down in time to see the head of his penis slide from its hood. That was nice.

Memory crashed in on her and she jerked her head back. They were doing it to them again! The slavers were going to rape them! She needed to wake Van! Had to! Bumping her head on his breastbone only made him snort and grumble in his sleep. Besides, was it so bad? She had never had such a powerful climax as when she had mated with this Human. And she was already feeling warm between her thighs.

"No," she said, weakly. "Not again. Escape."

It had been several days since Marilyn had put the message in Van's eye. Since then she had been forced to dance, a repeat of her previous performance. Van had been taken and forced to exercise, lifting weights and sparring with what he presumed was a hologram. They commiserated over sore muscles and agreed they felt better after the physical activity in spite of the indignities. Now both she and he were more or less healed. The bruises on his abdomen had faded, at any rate, and she was no longer sore. Marilyn had left no additional notes when she brought them their rations. She had given them no counter agent for the drugs. She had only spoken in her usual condescending manner. Had the android deceived them to make them more tractable?

The hatch opened without a chime. She couldn't raise her head, but Aste`Rey Mherr watched as a pair of the black clad crew crept in and seized her ankles, dragging her roughly to the hatch. More hands reached through and grasped her, pulling her through into the corridor. Hoots and whistles. Hands groped her. Fingers pinched her nipples. Looming above her the one wearing the gorget twisted her nipple, making her wince. He was crowded aside and hands massaged her breasts. More hands groped her rump. The one with the gorget forced his fingers between her thighs again. She braced for the pain but someone pulled her tail, rolling her over, eliciting a warble that sounded angry among the other indecipherable calls. The restraints were removed followed by howls of approval. Someone slapped her hard on her buttocks. More cheers. More howls. Again her tail was grabbed and there was a shock of pain as a finger was rammed up her rump!

"No," she murmured, unable to protest any louder.

She was lifted from the deck and tossed onto shoulders to a great cheer and passed around the corridor like some prize. Her gaze rolled as her head lolled. She caught sight of Van as they dragged him from the cell. They abused him in the same manner, fingers probing, poking and pinching. His nipples were tweaked. His engorged cock was wrung, making it red and even stiffer.

This was not right. Where was Marilyn with her counter agent? This was not right!

Van was rolled onto his belly, his thick arms twisted behind his muscular back. They removed his restraints none too gently and one slapped his smooth round rump hard enough to leave a red mark. The slavers laughed. Aste`Rey Mherr tried to look away. Van deserved none of this. She could only watch as one of the slavers rammed his finger into Van's rump all the way to the knuckle and then jerked it out to the ecstatic cheering of the crowd. One humiliation after another. She clenched her fist, ready to strike.

WAIT!

She had clenched her fist! She had some control of her body! How? Marilyn had not given them an antidote. Suddenly the truth dawned and she shot a look at the slaver who had thrust a finger into Van. It looked no different from the others, dressed entirely in black with a mask of inflexible material. When it looked directly at her and gave the briefest of nods, Aste`Rey Mherr understood. Marilyn was there. The drug had been delivered.

Cheers and whistles, hoots and chitters filled the corridor, a constant background the whole way to a new hatch. Aste`Rey Mherr remained limp as a wet rag, moaning occasionally when she was pinched or prodded. Finally she and Van were carried into the room with the wholesome white light and the comfortable mattress. The slavers lay them down side by side, fastening the broad black collars about their necks. They were arranged in intimate contact, Van's member prodding her rump, his arm over her waist. Then the slavers departed.

As much as she wanted to Aste`Rey Mherr did not speak. This was their only chance and she had to perform as convincingly as possible. She could not help but wonder why the slavers had not restrained either of them. Why had they not put the gag in her mouth? A tingle at her throat made her twitch, her tail thumping the mattress. How nice it would be to turn and nip Van, just to see if he were awake. A kiss behind her ear told her he was and she rolled in his arms to find him smiling. She smiled and leaned in to nibble at his chin.

"Nice," he said, running fingers up through the fur on her side to cup her breast. His thumb and finger found her nipple and rolled it back and forth.

She nipped him on the chin. Nuzzled his throat, not liking the collar.

"Remember," he breathed and bit her ear, pulling softly. "Remember."

Aste`Rey Mherr's breath caught in her throat and she remembered their plan. The collar must be clouding her mind. She felt a need, perfectly normal in the arms of a lover, but it was alien. It felt as if it were coming from outside of her. Compelling her to obey. Insidiously suggesting she do things. Ideas of what to do with Van's member rolled over her and she grasped it, pulling, causing him to gasp.

"Remember!" he insisted more urgently.

"I do," she said and took a pinch of skin on his shoulder between her teeth.

Van moved his hand off her breast and down her side to her hip. He kissed her and then slid his hand to her rump, cupping one firm, round cheek and massaging it. She purred, letting go the nip of skin. Her hand pulled on his member again, sliding up and down, marveling at its girth. So maybe she had been wrong about it being five times as thick as a dTel`Qohar's. It was still thick. His fingers probed under her tail, between her cheeks and found her other opening. She pressed her muzzle to his chest, rolling a little more onto her belly, throwing a leg over his to give him room to explore.

"Yes," she said, not sure if it was the collar making her give in so easily or if she really wanted this. The Human had been so kind to her, comforting her even though she was an enemy. His finger pressed hard on her sphincter. She hissed with discomfort.

"Remember!" he said.

She bit him hard on the nipple and pulled back enough to sting before letting go.

"I do!" she hissed and nuzzled in under his ear, nibbling. "Now make love to me!"

Van rolled onto his back, dragging Aste`Rey Mherr on top of him. He kissed her, fondling her ass, spreading and kneading her firm cheeks. Her tail lashed and she began to stroke his thickness, drawing golden liquid from the tip. Nipping him under the chin she pushed away and began sliding down his body. She had never given pleasure of the mouth to a male. She had given pleasure of the tongue, but a dTel`Qohar's spurs were sharp and could be dangerous. She kissed the wide head of Van's cock and licked away the drop of gold. It was salty and savory. She kissed again and pulled on him, forcing more of the thick liquid out.

Van moaned. He grasped her head between his powerful hands and held her there, letting her take her time. When she moved to place the bellend between her lips, uncertain how to go about it, he forced her down, pushing the head into her throat, making her gag. Instinctively she tried to pull away but he forced her further down, all the way to the base before pulling her off.

Aste`rey Mherr coughed, gasped and tried to get loose, but something outside of her mind compelled her to do it again. It was a performance, she reminded herself and obeyed, taking the swollen head between her lips and allowing Van to shove his length into her mouth again. She was ready for it this time and did not choke, though it was anything but comfortable. Three, four, five times he rammed his cock down her throat and finally she had the will to break away, gagging and spluttering.

She glared up the length of his torso into his eyes and saw he was horrified. She licked her lips uncertainly and then very carefully put the head in her mouth, moving her hand up and down his shaft quickly. She sucked and slobbered on it, actually enjoying the roundness of the head. She smiled with it still between her lips, hoping Van would understand she knew he had not meant to harm her. Relief suffused his expression and he moaned his appreciation.

She was contemplating other acts, multiple suggestions swarming through her mind, when Van sat up and grabbed her, rolling her onto her back. Reluctantly she let go of his organ and allowed him to kiss his way from her lips down to her breasts and her incredibly sensitive nipples and then further down over her flat stomach to the cleft between her thighs. Her diamond protruded, standing proud from the folds, turgid and streaming fluids. Heat rolled off her loins and it was all she could do not to grasp her lover by the ears and force his mouth to it. Van kissed the very tip of her diamond, such a gentle brushing of his lips she gasped. His tongue came out, slithered around the swollen point and then down to her cleft, spreading the lips and licking beside her opening. Heaven! She arched her back, lifting up so that only her shoulders and heels touched the mattress, driving her sex onto his tongue. Her fingers enwrapped his head and pressed him harder to her sensitive flesh.

"Yes!" she cried, feeling his tongue dip inside of her.

Van thrust a thick finger deep into her opening and she gasped at the double pleasure. He worked the finger in and out and licked and sucked. Aste`Rey Mherr rolled her head back and forth, moaning wantonly. It no longer mattered that this was a performance forced upon her and her lover. He was good and brought great pleasure. And then he did something none had ever done. His finger, slick with her own juices, thrust it into her other opening. Shock jolted her off the mattress and drove a yowl of surprise from her throat. She fell back on the soft surface and gaped, wide eyed, down at the male between her thighs as he continued to service her with tongue and fingers.

A look came over Van's face and he seemed to force himself to stop what he was doing, pulling his finger out. Aste`Rey Mherr's eyes flashed and she sat up, cupping his face between her hands she dragged him on top of her and kissed him in the Human manner.

"Do it again!" she hissed in his ear, desperately kissing his cheeks and mouth. "Again! Please! Hurry!"

Van did not hesitate when she let him go. He slid back between her thighs and plunged his finger into her slit sending a shiver through her. With a glance to warn her he thrust the finger back into her other opening, rolling it back and forth, sending Aste`Rey Mherr to her back with a gasp. His mouth returned to her diamond, kissing, suckling and nipping, driving her closer to climax.

"Need you!" she cried. "In me! Now!"

Before the echoes of her cry ended Van was crawling up her body, his cock swaying, rigid and thick beneath him. She spread her thighs, grasping his shaft and directing it to her opening.

"Push!" she said. "Push now!"

Van thrust. The head spread her open. Brief pain and then pleasure followed. Her hands wrapped around his ass, pulling him deeper, his cock stretching her wide. Finally he was seated and she grunted, wrapping her legs around his thighs, holding him in place, preventing him from thrusting. She dragged his face down to hers and kissed him hard, hard enough that she tasted blood when his lips split on her teeth. She licked his mouth and squeezed with her ankles, forcing him ever the slightest bit deeper.

Not to be denied, Van pulled back and rammed into her with a grunt. She grinned and met his next thrust, laughing for the sheer joy of mating. Thrusting as deep as he could, grunting with the effort, Van grimaced above her. Sweat rolled off him, making his skin gleam. His muscles rippled under her fingers and his cock pulsed inside her sex.

Aste`Rey Mherr growled happily and began meeting his thrusts with increasing vigor. He was so thick! So smooth! So wonderful! She hammered her diamond onto his base, feeling her own juices spatter. This was magnificent!

Van's eyes rolled back and his mouth gaped. He grunted words that had no meaning and she felt him tense, his cock swelling inside of her. Bearing down with her legs, she forced him as deep as he could go, grinding against his base, trying to make him climax. And then she felt him explode inside of her. Liquid, hot and thick, spread through her womb and she shuddered, loving the feeling of being filled. Van tried to thrust again, tried to force himself deeper, and shuddered, spraying another load. She purred, dragged him down, pressed her breasts to his chest and held him. Another explosion and another and she lost count. Slowly he relaxed, gasping and spent. She released him, letting him roll off of her.

Grinning, Aste`Rey Mherr reached out and took his thickness between her fingers, pulling, forcing out the very last drops of his seed. She rolled, laying her head on his flat belly. Her tongue lapped and he shuddered.

"Oh wow," he sighed, words she did not understand.

Her mouth covered the head of his cock. Weakly he chuckled as she sucked him in. Aste`Rey Mherr savored the mix of her juices and his. She licked and nibbled and stroked until he was fully erect. Marilyn had said to wait until they had both climaxed before going limp and feigning sleep. Aste`Rey Mherr had not yet climaxed and it looked as if Van could be induced to continue. Besides, this was the closest to freedom she had come since falling into the clutches of these damned slavers. She was not going to waste it.

She gripped him harder, pulling up until the head of his cock turned dark red, almost purple. She worried the slit with her tongue and kissed the tip, finally sucking him into her mouth. Van laughed and placed his hand on the back of her head, not forcing her, just encouraging her. She smiled around the shaft and lowered her mouth further, accepting him but not as deeply as he had forced himself. Up and down she bobbed, liking the feel and taste on her tongue. When he was slick she pulled away and crouched above him, bending to lay kisses and nips on mouth and chest. Van cupped her breasts and rolled her nipples between his fingers.