Page 2 of The Captain's Pet
“No. Please, don’t,” he begged in a voice choked with fear. Any bravado he’d ever felt disappeared in the face of being raped.
The alien knelt on the bed and reached for Wid. Grabbing him by the ankle, he dragged him closer. With the last of his energy, Wid kicked out with his free leg. He knew a moment’s satisfaction when the Travian grunted from the solid blow that Wid landed on his chest. The creature wasn’t immune from pain after all. The gratification was short-lived, however. The alien’s fingers clamped down on Wid’s arms and hauled him up.
Their gazes locked for a second. “Please,” Wid pleaded one more time before he found himself face down on the bed.
A heavy, hot weight pressed him farther into the mattress. Warm breath tickled his ear before a bass voice rumbled, “Lie still! There is no choice for either of us.”
It took a second for Wid to realize the alien spoke in English, not Travian. Before he had time to process the meaning of the words, however, something wet and warm and hard slid against his ass. The strange declaration be damned, fear gave him the strength to struggle, albeit futilely. A knee forced its way between his legs, spreading them wide. The blunt head of the alien’s cock pressed against his hole, slid up his crack, then returned. Wid couldn’t keep the whimper from escaping his lips. He clawed at the slippery cloth he lay on and closed hiseyes tight. The alien pushed to gain entrance. Wid squeezed his sphincter tight in a vain attempt to keep him out.
“Don’t resist. I’ll make it quick.”
Again, Wid’s mind tried to process the intent behind the alien rapist’s version of pillow talk. He sounded almost apologetic, which made no sense. No one hovered over the bed with a weapon to the creature’s head, making him do this terrible thing. And did he really believe Wid would just acquiesce to this horror without complaint? Fucker! Wid renewed his effort to keep the alien cock out. He was no match for the creature’s strength, however. The thick rod breached his hole. The searing pain of it robbed him of his breath. The cock bore into him, stretching his rectum with relentless pressure. Too stunned to even scream, he could only do as the alien had commanded—lie there and take it.
The alien’s copious pre-cum slicked the way, but God, the burning as his body struggled to accept the girth and length brought tears to Wid’s eyes. There was no chance to grow accustomed to the invasion. As soon as the alien had sheathed himself fully, he began his thrusting. Hard, long strokes drilled Wid into the bed. Strong fingers held him in place as if the piercing cock was not already enough to do so. He wanted to cry, would have without shame given the brutal assault, if he’d had the breath to do so. Instead, he panted to the rhythm of the pounding and prayed that, as promised, it would be over quickly.
And so it was. With a guttural growl, the alien seated himself deep inside Wid’s ass. Wid could feel fluid pulsing into him. Thinking it was over, he bucked up against the heavy male. But the alien didn’t get up, rather he rolled over to his side, bringing Wid with him. The cock stayed embedded. Wid tried to expel it with a strong push of his rectal muscles. The damn thing didn’t budge. It remained hard and unmovable. The alien’s harsh breath wafted onto Wid’s head while his arm encircled Wid’s chest to hold him close. Wid squirmed to free himself tono effect. Then a heavy leg was thrown over him to anchor him more firmly in place. So much for the bastard’s assurances.
He remained trapped and there was nothing he could do about it. The laser shot to the head was looking better to him now. Then he thought of his parents and his sisters and how they must be worried, not knowing where he was or what had happened to him. Better that they not know.
He didn’t so much fall asleep lying captured in the alien’s arms, as pass out, exhausted by the day’s events. He got no rest, however. Plagued by nightmares, he kept twitching awake. Understanding of his plight always came to him quickly and it was like the first time each time it happened. His heart raced with fear and he instinctively struggled to free himself, forgetting that it was pointless. Worse, his captor woke with him, if the creature even slept. His massive cock remained hard and rammed up Wid’s ass. He fucked Wid again and again, ignoring Wid’s pleas to stop and leave him be.
Eventually Wid’s mind simply shut down and went blank.
When next he woke, he lay on his side, curled into a tight ball, shivering against the cold. His personal heater had left the bed and the room was fucking freezing. The damn Travians ran at a higher core temperature than humans. Without clothes or bed covers, there was nothing to keep him warm. He wanted to close his eyes again and huddle in his misery, but he felt too vulnerable on the bed. With a stifled groan, he forced his limbs to straighten.
God, everything ached, his ass most of all, and bruises already showed purple and black on a fair amount of his skin. Rolling to one side, he pushed to stand up. As soon as he got vertical, however, his head swam. He would have landed face down onthe floor if strong hands hadn’t grabbed him and helped him stay upright. He instinctively tried to escape the alien’s hold. Where the hell had the thing come from and how did it get to him so fast? Breaking free proved impossible, of course, in any event.
The urge to duck his head and cower was strong. The humiliation of what had been done to him more than anything else hurt so badly that he wasn’t sure he had the strength to look his rapist in the eye. But his pride proved stronger, so he lifted his face and stared at the creature. He let all of his hatred show, and while he didn’t say anything, he hoped his expression conveyed his defiance. It was a hard thing to maintain, especially as Wid remained naked while the alien had dressed fully in his red uniform.
The alien said nothing. He merely looked back at Wid with what might have been perplexity, as if he wasn’t sure what to make of this human standing in his bedroom. A few seconds ticked by before he let Wid go. His hands hovered nearby as if gauging whether Wid would keel over. Then he pulled a metal choke collar from his belt and slipped it around Wid’s neck before Wid could think to try to evade it. He attached a leather leash to the collar and turned away.
Seriously?Wid was dumbstruck by the realization that he was going to be led around like some fucking pet. He let the leash play out to its limit before he stumbled after his captor. The alien pulled him out of the living quarters and into the hall. The pace was so quick that Wid had no chance to slacken the leash to try to loosen the collar. He rushed to keep up with the alien, solely to prevent himself from being choked. There weren’t too many of the other crewmembers around, but those they encountered gave the alien leading Wid the same nod of respect as the previous night. Wid was certain now the creature must be the captain.
Those same aliens also again shot curious glances at Wid, their nostrils flaring for a second before they looked away. He glared back at them as best he could, trying not to show the embarrassment he felt being dragged around naked and chained. Instead of taking a lift to another level, they continued down the hall until they reached a set of doors. The alien captain ran his palm across some kind of electronic pad on one side of the entry and the doors slid open. He pulled Wid inside before they shut again.
It took Wid a moment to take in his surroundings. The first thing he realized was that the large room was warm, the perfect temperature, actually, for a naked human. Benches lined one side and at the far end, there were a couple of alcoves that led to what appeared to be smaller rooms. A splash drew his attention. Turning his head, he saw a small pool and more benches. He and the captain weren’t the only ones in there, either. Joel sat along the edge of the pool, as did another boy that Wid didn’t know but recognized from the transport ship.
The captain unhooked the leash and looped it through his belt. Grabbing Wid by the chin, he forced Wid to look up at him. “You will stay here until I come for you,” he ordered, again in accented English, not his own tongue. Not waiting for a reply, he turned and left before Wid had a chance to ponder the reason why the alien bothered speaking in Wid’s language.
As soon as the alien was gone, Wid whipped the collar off his neck and tossed it on the ground. Noticing for the first time how full his bladder was, he surveyed the room once more, looking for a place to relieve himself.
“If you’re looking for what passes for a shitter in this place, it’s way down on the right,” Joel called out.
Wid rolled his eyes at the crude terminology. His mother had always warned him not to hang around Joel. He was a bad influence on Wid, she’d insisted. God, had she ever been provenright. But damned if the guy didn’t have a point. More than his bladder screamed out for attention. Wid dragged his achy body down the length of the room and found something that looked enough like a toilet for him to use without trouble. He gritted his teeth through the necessary process and didn’t feel much better for it.
On his way back to the pool, he stopped and slurped up water that bubbled from an opening in the wall. The coolness of the liquid soothed his parched throat and made his empty stomach rumble. Joel ambled up to him, dripping wet, his body marked much like Wid’s was, except Joel’s bruises were faded as if they’d been made days ago. His face also bore evidence of being punched a few times, although again, the marks looked old. Joel caught him staring and grinned.
“Weird, huh? Looks like I got beat up when we were caught during the break-in instead of last night,” Joel remarked.
“Yeah, why is that?”
Joel gestured with his chin. “It’s the water, man. It’s like—I dunno—magic or something. I was a mess when I came in here and now after sitting a while in the pool, everything’s healing.”
“Huh,” Wid grunted. The Travians were far more advanced than humans in technology. It made sense that they would be in medicine too. “I guess I should go try it, although I’m starving. I don’t suppose they’ve left us any food?”
Joel just grinned at him and walked over to a small recess in the wall. Inside there were piles of food. Wid raced over to join him and grabbed what looked like some kind of bread. Too hungry to care what it might taste like, he bit off a large chunk and started chewing.Not bad, actually. He stood stuffing his face, uncaring how desperate he looked. Joel picked up something small and plump and popped it into his mouth.
“So far everything I’ve tried tastes okay,” the boy said around his mouthful of food. “I’ve never seen so much to eat at one time.”
