Surrender

AUTHOR's NOTE: I would just like to thank Lisa and Lilac for the continued support. Also to Avernion and Rosei, I appreciate the reviews!




Tolatria was once a blue and green planet but due to its industrial roots most of its natural resources had been used up. Now the planet housed the base of the Tolatrian regime within cities filled with tall skyscrapers and military bases. With an illustrious history of conquering other worlds; the Tolatrian Empire now stretched across the entire galaxy. There was hardly a planet that did not feel their influence.

They were ruled by a council of three with General Hetite being the highest officer in the land, answering to no one other than the council. And in times of martial law, his orders would be followed as if they came from the council themselves.

It was this man who was in essence one of the most powerful men in the galaxy that the three scryers had ventured into his headquarters to give their report. They entered a large room with a high ceiling. Gold tapestries hung from the archways and leafy green plants lined the corridors.

Medaq could see the General standing before a large fire hearth at the end of the great hall. His bald head and the exposed areas of his dark skin gleamed in the well lighted room. He wore a flowing scarlet cape that reached his ankles. A sleeveless golden breastplate covered his chest, black tight fitting pants and shiny, black boots completed his attire. The tasseled golden shoulder pads attached to his cape represented his rank.

There were lower ranked officers as well as some local dignitaries lining the great hall. The Scryers walked by them boldly until they were only a few feet away from the General.

“I trust you have not returned empty handed,” Hetite spoke without even looking at them.

Medaq had to crane his neck to look directly at Hetite, it didn’t help that the General was standing at the top of a flight of stairs but he was also a giant of a man topping off at around 7 feet. However, he was made up of pure muscle as his exposed arms and powerful thighs could attest. “We have not.”

Hetite finally turned gleaming black eyes to the Scryers. “Then you have returned with these newcomers to our galaxy?”

“No, but we have brought the next best thing. The Talion’s who are responsible for bringing them here and can tell us all about them,” Medaq explained.

“So, there are Talion’s left alive, I should have known they would continue to cause problems even after their defeat.” Hetite tossed his cape behind him and slowly descended the stairs. “Bring them to me.”

Medaq bowed slightly before replying, “As you wish.” He nodded to Vonus and Sesan who both left to do just that.

“Jubek has had time to further analyze the energy signature he detected,” Hetite stared at Medaq unblinking. “It appears that the being which emitted this signal is potentially extremely powerful. I’m beginning to think you may not have been completely honest with me, Medaq.”

Medaq hid his frown at the mention of his nemesis and fellow scryer, Jubek. No doubt Jubek was still sore over having lost the head scryer position to him. But it couldn’t be helped, Medaq knew and considered himself to be the better of the two; and so did General Hetite for that matter. However, it was of great concern that Jubek still had Hetite’s ear. That wouldn’t bode well seeing as Jubek would try all he could to undermine him.

“I believe it would be wise to bolster our forces and have a fleet of Tolatrian war-ships at the ready in preparation for this new enemy’s arrival,” Medaq stated.

“You are suggesting we gather an army to greet, one man?” Hetite raised an eyebrow at Medaq.

“I consider it merely a precaution. However, Jubek might think it necessary given his own personal shortcomings.”

Hetite’s lips curved upwards in a grin. “Save that banter for when Jubek is actually here to defend himself. He’s currently off-world but should be returning shortly.”

Their conversation was interrupted when Sesan returned dragging a harried Anata behind him. She was quickly chained to the floor in a sitting position before them. Medaq eyed her disdainfully before looking up to see Vonus striding into the hall with a tight grip on Arabel’s arm as he led the young man towards them. Arabel was soon bolted on the floor next to his sister.

“Anata…” Arabel glanced over at his sister who was sporting a purpling bruise on her right cheek. He’d been separated from her upon their arrival and imprisoned in separate cells, thus they hadn’t had a chance to talk. When the green-haired scryer came to collect him, he felt a tightening in the pit of his stomach when he recognized the people he encountered out in the hall. They were Tolatrians! He was greatly confused. What had occurred that would cause the Scryers to bring him here, and had Tillman had any say in the matter? On top of that, Anata had also been brought into the mix; he couldn’t help wondering if this all had something to do with Devo. Arabel was about to try to garner Anata’s attention once more when he heard a deep booming voice begin to speak.

“Are you trying to instigate an orgy in my hall, Vonus? You bring a naked and extremely attractive whore into my court?” The bystanders had begun to take notice. Hetite was eyeing Arabel’s slender, nude body voraciously. He knew Talion’s were never good in bed due to their defiant nature, but this one looked good enough to eat.

“My apologies sir, I wanted to bring him to you post haste. The brothel where he came from, clothes were not a requirement,” Vonus explained.

Arabel ignored what was happening around him as he only had eyes for his sister. He once again attempted to reach her, “Anata…”

“Silence!” Medaq barked. “You will speak only when spoken to.”

Arabel almost sighed in relief when he saw Anata turn to look at him. Her eyes were red-rimmed and it appeared she may have been crying. He saw her shake her head slightly to indicate that he should stand down. He held her gaze for a few seconds longer. It didn’t last as he felt strong fingers grip his hair tightly and tilt his head upward.

“A Talion in a whorehouse, the idea is almost ludicrous. Unless you are unlike the others of your kind that I’ve encountered, are you docile little one?”

Arabel’s jaw line took on a stubborn tilt but his lips remained sealed. He’d suspected this interrogation wouldn’t be pleasant for neither him nor Anata. And she apparently had already suffered at the hands of the Scryers before being brought here. He saw the way the General’s cold eyes raked over his nude body, seemingly taking every inch of him in. The intense gaze sent a shiver down his spine. The man was gigantic but he’d have to be strong if they were going to get through this.

“As I understood it; the brothel used a mind control technique to make even the surliest of slaves into excellent whores,” Medaq interjected.

“What do you want with us?” Arabel asked through gritted teeth as he glared up at them.

Hetite released his hold on Arabel’s hair and crossed his arms over his wide chest. “Just like a Talion to get right down to business. It has been brought to my attention that you two know more about these intruders to our galaxy than you are letting on. I give you this chance to freely tell me all that you know.”

“I will make a deal with you, release my sister and I will tell you what I know.” Arabel heard Anata gasp at his statement but he didn’t dare look over at her. He needed to maintain his composure to get him through this negotiation.

Hetite stared at Arabel for a few moments before erupting in laughter. “You are in no position to be making any propositions. However, that is unacceptable – until I learn what each of you know; letting either of you go is out of the question, it would be regardless.”

“I was merely stating what would give you the quickest window of cooperation,” Arabel stated through clenched teeth.

“How I hate being reminded why I disliked your race in the first place; what horrible slaves you made, always flaunting your defiance even in the face of death.” Hetite spat the words bitterly as he glanced from one Talion to the next.

“I can tell you exactly what you want to know, I have more experience in the matter since I am the one who went to their galaxy to enlist their help in the first place,” Anata spoke up. “If you release Arabel then I will give you the information you desire.”

Anata, no!” Before Arabel could protest further, Hetite moved with lightning speed which was strange for such a big man and immediately slammed his fist in Arabel’s jaw. Arabel didn’t even feel a couple of his teeth being dislodged as the blow from Hetite caused a black fog to immediately envelope his brain. He fell to the floor loosing consciousness almost instantly.

Anata's scream was short lived as she too joined her brother on the floor unconscious.

Hetite glanced at the two confused. “What the fuck just happened?”

“I forgot to mention that they are twins and mentally linked,” Medaq explained.

“Does that mean if I kill one, the other will also die?” Hetite asked.

“I do not know,” Medaq began. “But I hope to one day find out.”

“Let’s move this to the dungeons; I want her revived immediately.” With those words Hetite dismissed the scryers intent upon reuniting in the dungeon to question Anata.

~*~

// Anata knew she’d had too much to drink, but it seemed to numb the pain of all that had befallen her these past several months. Arabel had found work at a local retailer but she had yet to find a decent job that would hire her.

The twins had barely been in Tobkar for a few weeks before they realized that finding a good paying job would be more difficult than they had anticipated. Anata had leaned on Arabel as much as she could, but the fact remained that they could not survive on his income alone. There were plenty of unsavory jobs available in the city, ones that would no doubt land her in a heap of trouble.

She’d never had to work a day in her life, as the daughter of diplomats; she had been well cared for. Unsure of how to deal with this new life she had turned to liquor. It had helped her escape the pain, but not the hands of the men who had wanted to rape her outside the bar that night. Even in her drunken state she had managed to defend herself and cut one of her assailants across the chest with a broken bottle.

Anata had run off into the night believing she had escaped, until the following day that the man showed up at her apartment with several other men in tow. She’d learned that the injured man worked at the Cadence Palace, a popular whore house and that he intended to press charges against her. Anata felt wronged, she had done what she did out of self-defense but the men seemed intent on taking her away. That was when Arabel returned home to find them about to escort her to the local jail.

There was a glint in one of the guards’ eyes when he saw Arabel which told Anata that they would soon be in serious trouble. They were forced to accompany them to the Cadence Palace to meet with their Captain. Anata realized that they didn’t have a choice in the matter and believed in her soul that their lives would be forever changed as a result.

Tillman set his trap upon laying eyes on Arabel for the first time. He’d threatened Anata with life imprisonment unless Arabel became one of his brothel whores. Anata had begged Arabel not to accept the offer. But being the honorable Talion that he was, he could not let her rot away in prison. Therefore, he used himself further as a bargaining tool to assure that Anata would never be pursued by them again. Arabel’s last words to her then was to take his retailing job and get on with her life. But it was not to be, she instead used what charms she possessed to lure men to her cause of rescuing Arabel. She gleaned what monetary support she could from them along the way, but her main driving force was Arabel’s freedom. It was not his destiny to rot away in a whore house, she had to free him… somehow.//

Anata was awoken to a bucket of cold water being dumped over her head. She gasped and sputtered awake. As her blurry vision cleared she realized that she was not alone in the well lighted cell. The man she had met earlier, the one they called the General stood with Medaq staring at her. She saw Medaq place the pail on the floor and realized that he was the one responsible for drenching her.

“Now we can do this the easy way or the hard way,” Medaq began. “I want you to explain to the General all you know about Devo and the one who attacked me and rescued him.”

When Anata did not respond, Medaq figured she’d need some convincing. “We have no quarrel with you; tell us what we want and we may even consider letting you both go. Then again I have no qualms removing both of your brother’s legs and feeding them to the scavengers outside these city walls should you refuse to comply. We do not possess the type of medical applications that can replace severed limbs here. If you allow this to happen to Arabel, it will be permanent.”

Anata noticed that she was once again chained to a brick floor in what appeared to be a dungeon. Not far from her lay Arabel, chained to the floor as well but seemingly unconscious. Her heart clenched in her chest as she observed him hoping against hope that he had not been recently tortured. As if reading her mind, Medaq spoke.

“He’s fine; for the time being. If you refuse to cooperate; that certainly won’t last. I’ll ask you once again; tell me about the flame figure.”

Anger over her current situation immediately overtook her despair. “Sure I’ll tell you; I’ll tell you what I hope. To live long enough to see Queen Gillian choke the life from you!”

Medaq’s indigo eyes turned into amethyst chips as he glared at the defiant young woman. “Are you saying that this Queen Gillian is the flame figure I encountered? How is she related to Devo?”

“She’s his mother, and I know for a fact she won’t take lightly what you did to him before,” Anata retorted. “Seeing as you turned tail and ran, I think you know what you’re up against.”

Medaq felt Hetite’s gaze on him and realized he’d have some explaining to do later. He was certain the General would not reprimand him with this Talion as a witness, but he would definitely want to know why his injuries and his subsequent fleeing was not a part of his initial report. Medaq was grateful instead when Hetite took over the botched questioning.

Anata gasped when the General who had been silent up until that point grasped her hair painfully and dragged her to her feet. The length of her chains allowed for this feat yet she was surprised that he had not pulled all her hair out by its roots.

“Defiant even in the face of despair, like a true Talion; perhaps you won’t be so outspoken after I order my personal guard to fuck your brother senseless. You see they prefer men, or they wouldn’t be above doling out such treatment to you. I think we shall reserve a severe beating for you instead,” Hetite stated.

Anata began to chuckle at him. She knew she should be terrified and even if they killed her right then and there, she would have her revenge. As long as Devo could convince Gillian to come to their rescue, the Tolatrians would not stand a chance. “Do what you will, for I will have my revenge; even if its’ from beyond the grave!” The General punched her directly in the face which sent her spinning to the brick floor.

Anata lay prone for a few minutes as the loosened teeth in her jaw began to ache. She was surprised that they had left her alone for several minutes which prompted her to raise her head to glance around. That’s when she saw that two burly Tolatrian soldiers had entered the room and were now surrounding Arabel’s prone form. Her brother had been lying on his stomach and one of the guards had already spread his slender legs and knelt between them. She gasped in surprise when she saw a large purple-headed cock pop free from the confines of the soldier’s leather pants.

Anata felt Arabel’s pain when he experienced penetration by that un-oiled cock which suddenly jolted him awake. His cry of pain was muffled when a second guard plunged his equally large, vein-rippled dick between Arabel’s lips. This lasted only a few seconds before the guard withdrew in disgust and then slapped Arabel across the face, a blow which slammed his head into the ground.

“The bastard tried to bite me!” The guard who had been fucking Arabel’s mouth yelled.

“Typical Talion, look over here,” Hetite ordered.

Arabel didn’t make any preparations to move which prompted the guard still fucking him from behind to grab him by the hair painfully and yank his head in Hetite’s direction.
Arabel’s ass burned, he’d had no preparation for anal sex and the size of the dick plowing through him didn’t help matters either. His cheek continued to sting from the guard who had struck him. When his head was roughly turned towards the General, he stifled a gasp when he saw Anata lying on the floor, blood on the side of her face with the General’s booted foot holding her head in place.

“Shall I crush her? I’d like to do nothing better given the defiant things she’s been saying to us,” Hetite warned.

Arabel noticed that Anata was still conscious and appeared to be trying to speak to him but her words were muffled. Her lips were pressed against the brick floor and the blood on her face was no doubt the indication of some recent injury.

“Let’s try that again, minus the teeth this time,” The soldier in front of Arabel grinned.

Medaq leaned against the wall observing the scene before him. He saw when Arabel began to suck off the soldier, Veinto quite willingly. He heard Veinto moan as he shoved his thick veined cock deeper into the recesses of Arabel’s mouth. Medaq was reminded that he hadn’t found sexual release in quite some time. He’d been so focused on finding and confronting Devo that he hadn’t allowed himself time for anything else. Perhaps he’d seek the comfort of one of his personal whores soon, he definitely need that for unwinding purposes after explaining to Hetite the parts he’d left out of his report.

Arabel closed his eyes against the sights and sounds around him. He could at least block out the visuals of what he was engaging in, however the feelings were still very overwhelming. There were two thick cocks being pumped in and out of him in an orderly fashion. The cock in his mouth seemed to pulse with life as his tongue coated the length of the shaft and head. The guard behind him rode him like a seasoned jockey; the sounds of impacting flesh as he slammed his hips against Arabel’s bare cheeks reverberated throughout the cell.

Hetite felt his own cock swell with blood beneath his snug-fitting leather pants. Watching his men fuck the shit out of his new Talion slave was highly erotic. He would have to take the boy next himself, certain that only Arabel alone could ease his present need. The sights and sounds of the officers’ climaxing within Arabel’s body almost left him undone. He removed his foot away from its crushing position on Anata’s skull and headed in the direction of Arabel’s prone form. If he’d thought his men fucking Arabel was a huge turn on, the sight of a dripping, bead of semen that still clung to the slave’s wet lips could have made a lesser man cream his pants. Here was this incredibly sexy Talion slave panting on the floor after his encounter with the Tolatrian men; it was indeed extremely arousing.

“Have him cleaned up and brought to my quarters.” Those were Hetite’s last orders before evacuating the dungeon.

Medaq glanced at Anata who lay on the ground barely conscious. “You should have cooperated, now whatever he will suffer at the hands of the General can be lain squarely on your shoulders.”

Moments later, Arabel was escorted by guards to a bathing chamber. Where a group of women cleaned and bathed him. His ebony hair was slicked back, leaving nothing to cover his face, and his body was oiled all over and in those intimate places that would hopefully ease his encounter with Hetite. This process only took a few minutes; and before Arabel knew it, his escort led him in the direction of Hetite’s personal quarters.

Arabel entered a spacious room that contained a large swimming pool in the foreground. There were couches, lounge chairs and what appeared to be a bar with stools scattered around it in the background. Two arched doorways located on either side of the pool room led to different areas of the apartment. The guard nudged Arabel towards the right entranceway and he slowly moved forward, like a man proceeding to his execution. The guard eventually lost his patience and shoved him quickly into what appeared to be Hetite’s bed chambers.

Arabel took in his new surroundings. There was a high, painted ceiling depicting images of rape of young boys by large, monstrous male creatures. It was almost ironic that he would no doubt be raped beneath a painting that reflected his situation. The large, canopied bed located in the center dominated the room. The plush white sheets and soft pillows did look inviting. The last bed he’d slept on had been during his return trip to Hemparon sector with Devo.

Arabel felt his heart clench as he thought about the man that had broken it. A slight frown and furrowed brow marred his beautiful features as he fought back tears. It was rather strange. It seemed easier to hold back his tears when he was being beaten or punished in the past. But one thought of Devo and the dam felt ready to burst. He was so very disgusted with himself that he’d allowed this one man to lay claim to his heart, and it seemed he’d continue to pay the price for that for as long as he lived; which in his current situation, perhaps would not be very long at all.

Thoughts of Devo continued to dominate Arabel’s mind; even when Hetite appeared from a side door wearing a long black robe. He felt when the guard at his side left him and knew he was now alone with the powerful General. He needed to cling to some semblance of hope to help him survive this encounter, and thinking of his past experience with Devo was certainly not the best route to take. He tried instead to focus on Anata and finding a way to get her released.

Lust glittered in Hetite’s dark eyes as he devoured the image of the naked, well oiled slave that stood before him. Arabel’s body smooth and completely hairless. His eyes lingered on the flaccid cock between the boy’s thighs that revealed not a single strand of pubic hair. The rise and fall of his gleaming chest as he breathed seemed to arouse Hetite even more. Those long dusky limbs, the slicked back ebony hair and the alluring aquamarine eyes could drive a lesser man to lock himself in a room with the boy for a week.

“You know this doesn’t have to be unpleasant.” Hetite moved forward to grasp Arabel’s chin to raise his eyes to his. “Submit to me willingly, and your life here can be greatly elevated than that of a slave.”

“If you wish to negotiate then I am willing. However, what I seek in return is Anata’s freedom,” Arabel stated.

Hetite frowned at the young man. “I can not do that.”

“Then we have nothing further to discuss,” Arabel replied. He noticed that last comment angered Hetite.

“You arrogant bastard! Do you know I could snuff out your life in a single blow?” Hetite said through clenched teeth.

“Do it,” Arabel wasn’t sure what he was saying. Did a part of him really want to die? Had the pain and heartache over Devo’s betrayal really left him without the will to live? No, there was still Anata to think about. If not for her then perhaps he truly would have no reason to live. He quickly amended his last comment. “Forgive me; it was not my intention to anger you.”

“Oh I think it was.” There was a grim set to Hetite’s jaw. “Well there is no help for it.” He began to slowly remove his robe. “You will not find this pleasant.”

A gasp caught in Arabel’s throat when he saw Hetite revealed in all his naked glory. The man was approximately three hundred pounds of muscle, with a thick patch of chest hair trailing all the way down to his privates. Speaking of which, the thick ridge of flesh between Hetite’s thighs quickly caught Arabel’s attention. He’d never seen a dick that gigantic before. While Arabel’s hole may have been stretched over the months from continued use, there was no way Hetite’s cock would fit inside him. He took an involuntary step back as wide aqua eyes clashed with Hetite’s fierce black ones.

“Afraid little one?” Hetite grinned. “Well, you should be.”

A part of Arabel wanted to beg Hetite not to do this, but he knew deep down that the General would not listen. Also, pleading for mercy went against his Talion pride. It may be battered and bruised, especially after his encounter with Devo, but it was not as yet destroyed.

Hetite eventually backed Arabel into a wall and placed both arms on either side of his head. The General was over a foot taller than him. Their size difference was downright ridiculous. He felt Hetite grip his hair and tilt his head upward.

“Now, show me what you’ve learned in that brothel.” Hetite wasted no time in crushing his lips against Arabel’s.

Arabel’s eyes widened as he felt the General’s large tongue attempt to invade his mouth, he quickly clamped his teeth shut to deny it entrance. Hetite responded by gripping his shoulders tightly bruising the skin easily. Arabel heard a low growl against his lips and felt as the General’s grip tightened. He gasped when Hetite’s fingers began to make indentations on his skin, this unfortunately allowed the General the opportunity he was seeking to thrust his tongue into the recesses of Arabel’s mouth. Arabel fought against the need to bite the tongue invading his mouth, he knew he’d pay dearly for it if he gave into temptation. He allowed Hetite his kiss, it was a slobbering wet kiss very unlike the ones he’d shared with Devo onboard that ship. If only – if only Devo had truly cared about him, what strength that would give him to survive this encounter. He would be looking forward to the next time he saw Devo, and the new memories they would make that would help him forget his ordeal here.

Arabel was grateful when Hetite broke the kiss, but he was not given a reprieve as he felt large hands encircle his waist; he was lifted then carried towards the bed. Hetite dumped him unceremoniously on the sheets, and was almost immediately pressing his body against Arabel’s.

“I was never one to frequent brothels; I have a bevy of whores at my disposal here. But as I understand it, had I visited this Cadence Palace while you still worked there; then I’d have experienced a willing Talion whore, something that would be worth every single credit.” Hetite chuckled. “When this is over I will have my scientists study that mind-control crystal, I must find a way to duplicate its effects.”

“If you prefer a willing partner then why force yourself on me?” Arabel felt the need to ask that question. The feel of Hetite’s huge cock pressed against his thigh and abdomen was causing him to feel alarm even more.

“Because from the moment I laid eyes on you, you’ve ignited a flaming passion within me. And I’m afraid it won’t be sated until I’ve fucked you several times over,” Hetite explained with a grin. “The women should have prepared your body, so let’s not waste anymore time.” Hetite quickly spread Arabel’s legs and pointed his bulging cock-head at the puckered hole of Arabel’s anus.

“Please…” Arabel cried as fear coursed through him.

Hetite ceased all movement and looked into Arabel’s wide, beautiful eyes. “Please what?”

“Please, set Anata free, if I’m the one you want.”

Hetite grinned. “Nice attempt to delay the inevitable, but we’ll discuss your sister after.” He quickly lunged forward, pressing the fleshy ridge of his cock against Arabel entrance. He chuckled when he realized he could not get his cock-head past the pucker. He lowered his dick, and taking three fingers he plunged them up Arabel’s ass and began to wiggle them around, pulling at the pucker in an attempt to stretch the moist flesh. Arabel’s soft gasps at his fingers entry aroused him even more.

He was just about ready. Hetite spread Arabel’s moist hole with two fingers, then once again began to guide his cock towards him. He started with gentle pressure and soon realized this wouldn’t work. So he took both hands, using his fingers he peeled the sides of Arabel’s pucker back, exposing the pink chute beyond. Once he’d lined himself up, Hetite thrust forward, and his cock-head finally penetrated Arabel’s body. The scream that burst from Arabel’s beautiful lips was almost music to his ears. He removed his fingers and trailed one hand up the slave’s slender body to tweak his right nipple. He noticed that Arabel had spun his head to the side so that it was half buried in a pillow. However, the cushion did nothing to muffle his pain-filled gasps.

Arabel’s ass was on fire; he felt the sting of tears in his eyes and fought to hold them back. Only the tip of Hetite’s cock was within him and it hurt so bad that Arabel’s feared he’d be split in two.

“Aaah, so fucking tight,” Hetite commented as he moved another inch within the boy’s shuddering body.

Arabel cried out in agony once more, the words begging Hetite to stop were on the tip of his tongue. But why should he bother uttering them? They would fall on deaf ears. Nothing would make Hetite stop, only perhaps his release. Hetite moved another couple of inches in as Arabel continued to scream himself hoarse.

“I can’t – I can’t take anymore of you!” Arabel cried out.

“Nonsense, I’m not even halfway in,” Hetite retorted. It was true, just a little more than his cock-head had been buried within Arabel’s tight, pulsing hole. “You had to have taken dicks longer than this before.”

While this might be true in the past, Arabel hadn’t had to deal with one that was large not only in length but width. The thickness of Hetite’s cock was pressing into him, tearing his delicate flesh inch by agonizing inch. He could feel his own blood coupled with the lubricants the women had prepared him with, flowing around Hetite’s sensitized cock. However, it wasn’t enough to ease the pain of penetration. He felt when Hetite continued to push into him. Black spots appeared before his eyes as he bordered on unconsciousness.

Hetite ceased his onslaught once more to lean forward and claim a tan nipple with his lips. He rolled the nipple against his tongue before biting it slightly. He didn’t discern a change in Arabel’s frenzied breathing as a result. It seemed all the boy beneath him could think about was the pain of riding his magnificent cock. “Come on; take a little more of me.” As Hetite pushed forward, he saw as Arabel bit down on his bottom lip so hard, a small trail of blood flowed down his chin. He found the sight highly erotic which caused him to forget his precautions, he plunged his cock all the way within Arabel in one swift thrust. Closing his eyes to the sensations, he didn’t realize that Arabel’s breathy pants had ceased.

Hetite began to pound Arabel for a couple more minutes until he felt his balls tighten. The boy’s inner walls were nice and slick now, more so than they had been during his initial penetration. A groan escaped his lips as his cock-head burst emitting a stream of semen within Arabel’s smaller body. Hetite managed one last thrust before rolling onto Arabel’s side while gasping for breath.

A few moments later he opened his eyes to glance at Arabel and was shocked at his appearance. The boy’s usually dusky skin had taken on a gray pallor, and there were dark circles beneath his closed eyes. “Fuck,” Hetite muttered as he reached out and felt for a pulse, it was weak but it was still there. He quickly got to his feet and grabbed the communications device he kept close by. “Send a medic to my quarters immediately.”

Hetite continued to stare at Arabel’s prone form after issuing the order. He looked so small and vulnerable in the huge bed. Now Hetite noticed the blood stains on his thighs and the bed sheets. He glanced down at his own semi-hard cock to find that it too was coated with the boy’s blood. He hadn’t felt the need to take further precautions with one who had been a brothel whore for several months. Yet it seemed Arabel’s body really was unequipped for a cock such as his.

When the medic’s entered, Hetite stood aside and allowed them to work on him. He’d have to be more careful with this slave, for after just one taste of him he’d decided he’d like to continue enjoying Arabel’s charms for many years to come.

~*~

Devo sat in the control room behind a large viewer screen as he researched the Tolatrian regime. It seemed the Talion’s were but one of many worlds to be destroyed by these warmongering people over the last century. From what he could gather of their technology they were certainly not more advanced than the Suvians, or even some of the other worlds they had conquered. However, it was their sheer numbers that would inevitably allow them to win the many wars they engaged in.

Devo had to wonder about their reproductive capabilities. Tapping into their census database revealed that millions of Tolatrians were born each month. With that birth rate it’s no wonder they were not able to sustain themselves on one planet. Yet it was no excuse to conquer the rest of the galaxy catering only to their needs. Devo was lost in thought with his eyes glued to the screen that he barely noticed when Woen entered the room.

“Why is he still with us?” Woen asked as he took a seat next to Devo.

Devo knew exactly who Woen was referring to and turned to look at his cousin. “I’ve spoken to Mischa in depth; I did explain to him that I was here to help Arabel. Perhaps I should have left that part out, now it seems he wishes to remain with us so he can thank Arabel personally for his past actions at the brothel. You don’t have a problem with that do you?”

“Of course not, I simply thought the initial plan was to leave him out of harms way. It will take us approximately a week to get to this Tolatria. I expect smooth sailing until then but after we get there…” Woen allowed his sentence to trail off; this mission was dangerous no two ways about it. Even more so that now they no longer had the protection of the Queen. They would defend Devo with their lives, but if Mischa got caught in the crossfire then there would be nothing to do about it.

“He’ll stay on the ship with Kenlan.” Devo was aware that even so Mischa would not be safe. If need be Kenlan would be using the ship to lay down cover fire, that would make them a target. “Perhaps I’ll talk to him again to try to find a safe planet where he can stay.”

Woen nodded then turned his attention to the viewer screen. “So what have we learned about these guys?”

“Besides the fact that they’re evil incarnate and breed like insects?”

“Ah, so the warm and fuzzy type,” Woen smirked.

“I think a stealth mission might be best. Although if Anata told them all she knew, then they will be expecting us. We’d best prepare for that outcome,” Devo stated.

“I’d like to think a little further into the future, like when you and this Arabel are reunited. Are you going to crush the hopeful Tagasus population by revealing that you’ve chosen a mate?” There was a sly grin on Woen’s face.

“I won’t get ahead of myself, I’m not sure if he’ll have me.”

“Well he’d have to be brain dead not to.”

Devo sighed and began to rub his forehead with his fingers. “A lot of things have happened between us, am afraid it won’t be that simple. We’ve had some misunderstandings you’re unaware about.”

“And I don’t care to be made aware of it; I know you Devo. You’ll set things right.”

Devo elicited a half chuckle. “I wish I had your confidence.”

“I’ve been in a serious relationship myself, so I have an idea of what you’re going through.”

“It’s funny how life can take a turn so drastically when you least expect it,” Devo commented.

Woen raised a silver brow in Devo’s direction. “You’re not going to get all sentimental on me are you?”

“Woen please, it’s me you’re talking to,” Devo said with a chuckle.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door. Both Devo and Woen glanced at each other wondering who would bother to knock instead of coming right in. Devo stood up and opened the door to find Mischa standing there. The red-head had been clothed in what they had handy which was a sleeveless black shirt with matching pants that were a tad bit long on him.

“I heard talking and I – couldn’t find anyone else,” Mischa stated with eyes lowered demurely.

“Come on in.” Devo evacuated the doorway to allow him entrance and quickly headed to the computer consol to turn off the viewer screen images. He saw when Woen bowed to acknowledge Mischa before sending his thoughts to Devo.

// I’ll leave this to you.//

Once they were alone, Devo smiled at Mischa in an effort to put him at ease. “I trust you’ve been enjoying your stay with us thus far?”

“Indeed, I am so very pleased to be away from the Cadence Palace.” Mischa lips curved into a smaller smile.

“I fear I must once again inform you of the danger that awaits us in the short term future,” Devo stated.

“I am aware of the danger. I understand the power of the Tolatrians, but I want to be there for Arabel the same way he was there for me during my time of need.”
“That is very admirable of you. However, perhaps it would be best if we dropped you off on a planet where you have family and friends.”

“I have no family or any friends to speak of,” Mischa replied quickly.

The haste of Mischa’s reply led Devo to believe that there was something in this boy’s past that he was hiding from. Devo didn’t press him; he had his own problems to worry about without taking on the added responsibility of Mischa’s personal issues. Judging from Woen’s recent conversation about the red-head, Devo figured he wouldn’t want the job. Kenlan was too reserved to be bothered with it, which left Stafon. Perhaps Devo could find out if his uncle would be willing to take Mischa under his wing.

“You care for Arabel?” Mischa asked innocently. His eyes darted back and forth as he didn’t feel comfortable asking such a bold question.

“We’ve grown close during our short time together.”

“He’s so defiant and strong when not under Euphoria – I could never be like him.”

“Yes, he can be rather defiant.” Devo agreed as he thought of his initial meeting with Arabel on Canlon. If he could relive that time all over again he’d ensure that Arabel knew about his intention to distance himself from him and Anata for their sakes. His plan to convince Medaq that they meant nothing to him had been spur of the moment, but now it left him with this continued ache in his chest as he remained unsure if Anata had been given a chance to explain things to Arabel.

Mischa noticed when Devo grew silent. He didn’t need to have powers of intuition to realize that Devo cared about Arabel a great deal. He half wished he could find someone like Devo who would embark on a rescue mission halfway across the galaxy just for him. He didn’t begrudge Arabel what he had found in Devo; he only wished to find someone like that for himself. “I should leave you alone.”

Devo turned golden eyes to Mischa. “I’m sorry if I seem distant, but you should not take it personally. I have a lot on my mind.”

“I understand,” Mischa replied with a half smile.

“But it’s late and perhaps we should both retire. However, I will continue to ask you if you wish to be let off on each civilized planet we pass along the way; just in case you change your mind.”

“Thank you for the consideration, good night.” Other than Arabel, Mischa didn’t remember the last time he’d been shown kindness by anyone. It left him with a wonderful feeling in his heart.

~*~

“So when were you going to tell me? Or were you even going to tell me that you were defeated by the enemy that is on its way here?” Hetite demanded as he stood with Medaq in the office of his private quarters.

“If Jubek had already gauged this Gillian’s power, I thought you’d come to realize that what we are up against here is not mere child’s play,” Medaq replied.

“Don’t give me that, we have a reputation to maintain here. When we defeat this enemy but suffer serious losses that will reverberate throughout the galaxy. We don’t want any potential conquests in the future believing they might stand a chance against us.”

“As I said before, we have the upper hand because of the Talion siblings in our possession. I think it may even be possible to get this enemy to surrender without bloodshed,” Medaq explained.

“Well I have every intention of fighting them; it is in our nature after all. Instead, what I’m upset about is you not being upfront with me giving me the Intel I will need to plan our offensive accordingly.”

“That sounds like Medaq indeed.”

Medaq rolled his eyes as he recognized the lilting voice of the newcomer in the office. He didn’t need to turn around to know that a pink-haired scryer with fuchsia colored eyes stood there. He did eventually turn to face his fellow scryer. “What are you doing here?” He asked dryly.

“I was invited,” Jubek replied with a smirk on his pretty face.

“Yes, I invited him,” Hetite stated.

Medaq returned his attention to the General. “Sir, I am your Head-Scryer for a reason; always remember what I have accomplished for this regime.”

“Worried are we?” Jubek came to stand beside Medaq and winked at him.

Medaq shot Jubek a look of annoyance. As usual the other Scryer was dressed rather flamboyantly. He wore a pair of white pants so loose they closely resembled a skirt. His skin-tight long sleeved shirt was extremely short barely covering his chest and revealing an indecent portion of his flat male stomach. There were silver hair-pins in his short cropped pink hair and his face revealed the hints of cosmetics. The lip-gloss which shone on his firm lips and the hint of dark pink eye shadow was the most obvious.

Medaq had had to put up with rumors in the past that the only reason he had been made Head-Scryer was because Jubek was so effeminate in nature. It was believed that Jubek’s skill as a scryer was much better bar none. However, the regime could not have someone that didn’t exude masculinity represent them. Medaq never learned if this was true or not, but it burned him deeply to think there was a possibility that someone was considered better than him.

“Why not admit what we already suspect Medaq; you have some personal feelings towards the enemy thus the reason you are being so tight-lipped,” Jubek spoke up.

“Tight-lipped, hmm – not something you’re familiar with is it?” Medaq made sure the underlying sexual innuendo was implied.

“Perhaps you should try it sometimes; it’d do wonders for your stuffy disposition,” Jubek retorted.

“Is that so; well perhaps you’d try fucking your whores instead of letting them fuck you – maybe then you’d man up.”

“Would you like to fuck me, you have no idea what you’re missing.” Jubek winked at him.

Medaq made a face and was preparing a response when Hetite spoke up.

“I’m still here gentlemen. If you wish to continue your petty argument, do so at a later time. Right now I’m going to need you two working together to make sure all the Scryers are ready for this upcoming battle.”

“General, with all due respect, I can not work with him,” Medaq protested.

“You can and you will. You two are the best at what you do. Medaq, you have fought the enemy before, I trust that you will inform Jubek of any advantages you may know of. Then we must formulate a plan of attack should the enemy breach our defenses and make it into the fortress. Since they have magical abilities our soldiers will be depending on you solely to help us fight them. With that said you’re both dismissed. And I’m warning you, no undermining each other; you will work together.”

Medaq was furious but said nothing. He tilted his head towards Hetite in a half bow before turning to leave the room. He could hear Jubek behind him but refused to look at the other scryer.

Once they were out in the hall, Jubek felt the need to get one last jab in. “Ah, how wonderful, we’ll be working closely together. Late nights in your quarters or mine, with a bed close by for us to fall into at the end of the night.”

A muscle clenched in Medaq’s jaw but he said nothing and simply kept walking. A plan began to formulate in his mind; he’d find a way to remove Jubek from their Scryer team and deal with Devo’s team at the same time. No one crossed him and got away with it.

~*~

Arabel awoke groggily and experienced a moment of initial disorientation. He glanced around and saw that he lay naked within the plush sheets of the king-sized bed. That’s when images of what had occurred only recently came back to him. He’d been raped so severely by the General that he’d lost consciousness. His breathing increased as he thought about the extremely unpleasant encounter. He’d experienced horrible things in his life especially at the brothel, but what he had suffered at the hands of the General could very well be one of the worst.

He did realize almost instantly that he was in no pain. Obviously he had been healed while he slept. However, this did nothing to lesson the memory of his flesh being stretched and torn as Hetite impaled him on his monstrous dick. When next he saw the General again, he’d have to make him listen to the idea of releasing Anata. Arabel wasn’t certain how long he’d be able to survive as Hetite’s personal whore. At this rate, his will to live would be extinguished within only a few more sessions with the horny General. He had to ensure Anata’s freedom before his soul fell into chaos.

“Good, you’re awake.”

Arabel had been so lost in thought that he hadn’t noticed when Hetite walked into the room. He quickly pulled the sheet over his naked body. He didn’t want to be arousing the General any sooner than need be. He hoped his actions were lost on the other man. He saw as Hetite walked around the large bedpost until he came into view.

“It wasn’t my intention to hurt you that way last night.” Hetite sighed. “There’s something about you that makes a man lose all control. If it were possible, I’d have no qualms fucking you all day and all night long. I find you that appealing.”

Arabel regarded the man in silence but said nothing.

“Normally I will use a slave for a day or two and then discard him for another; but I can see that my desire for you will not be quenched that quickly.”

Arabel noticed that the bulge between Hetite’s thighs had grown larger. He heard the General groan and instantly recognized the lust that had overtaken those dark eyes.

“Seeing you look at me there – has almost left me undone.” Hetite began to remove his clothing; he was minus the breastplate which made his disrobing a lot easier.

Arabel inched to the opposite side of the bed in an attempt to put some space between him and the sex-crazed General. He watched fearfully as Hetite finished undressing then knelt on the bed. Instinct flared up in Arabel as he shot off the bed and immediately ran out of the bed chambers.

Arabel entered the pool room and glanced around frantically. He saw the apartment entrance in the distance and ran towards it. There was no door knob, just a panel with some buttons. He began pressing them in an attempt to open the door. That's when he saw Hetite running towards him at breakneck speed. It never ceased to amaze Arabel how fast he could move for such a big man. But the sight of him naked with the huge dick that hung between his thighs flapping back and forth left Arabel terrified. A large fist was encircling Arabel’s wrist before he could attempt to flee once more.

“I must admit, I’m not used to having my whores run from me,” Hetite stated.

Arabel wondered what sort of crazy fool would lay there while this man half killed them with his enormous dick. “Why won’t you negotiate with me, to free my sister – please?”

“Because it is not in my best interest. Perhaps after I defeat the enemy that is on its way here, then I may free her; not before.”

“What would defeating this enemy have to do with freeing her right now?” Arabel was confused.

Hetite squinted his eyes at Arabel wondering what game he was playing now. “Don’t be coy; you are well aware that this enemy is coming in the hopes of rescuing you.”

“Devo?” Arabel was even more confused now. Why would Devo come to rescue him if he didn’t care for him? Unless perhaps he still needed him and Anata to find his way home. That would make sense, but would he risk going up against the Tolatrians simply to get back to his galaxy? By Devo’s own admission; he didn’t have the ability that would give him the upper hand against those scryers much less a battle ready troupe of the Tolatrian military. Arabel didn’t know what to think.

“I don’t want to talk about that; you will submit to me.” With those words, Hetite grabbed Arabel and flung him over his shoulder. He held the struggling boy tight as he took him back to the bed chambers. He tossed Arabel on the bed before throwing his weight atop him, causing all his movements to cease.

“Please, I must know – would you risk loosing men simply to keep me and my sister here? Are we that important to you?” Arabel asked.

“Well, beside the fact that you are a very appealing sex-toy – I’ve been advised that any handicap I can present to the enemy will be in our advantage. Not that we need one; but if keeping you here works in our favor, why not capitalize on that?” After finishing his sentence, Hetite began to nibble on Arabel’s collarbone.

“You seem to think having us gives you an advantage over the enemy? I don’t see why, I’m almost certain it makes no difference. You’d be better off … ughhh!” Arabel had been trying to distract Hetite from what he was about to do by keeping him talking, but it had failed. The General had positioned a thick thigh between Arabel’s legs and had used it as leverage to quickly impale him on his pulsing cock.

“Yes, moans and groans; that’s what I want to hear from you now,” Hetite said in a breathy whisper against Arabel’s ear.

Arabel’s body was not as prepared for anal sex as it had been the previous night, he was aware that he had stretched somewhat since their last session but it didn’t lessen the pain, or the fact that he once again began to bleed immediately. Arabel’s anger tunneled to the surface as he began to pound his fists against the wall of muscle that was Hetite’s chest. “Get…off… of…me!”

“I think not,” Hetite stated as he thrust into Arabel, causing his large balls to make firm contact with Arabel’s flesh.

Arabel’s protests reverted to quivering pain-filled gasps. He realized his efforts were fruitless against a man almost three times his size. He endured not only the incessant pounding strokes that began in a seasoned rhythm, but also the crushing weight of Hetite’s 300 pound frame as he lay atop him. Arabel could feel Hetite sucking and nibbling his neck. His hands soon fell away to his sides as he gave up; allowing Hetite to finish with him at his own pace. Arabel noted disdainfully that he could now remain conscious during these sessions. That did not bode well; he had been grateful to loose consciousness for the second half of his rape the previous night. While it may have been hazardous health wise, he preferred to not be aware of every second of his defilement at the hands of this ruthless leader. It seemed there was nothing that could be done for it. Moments later he felt as Hetite shuddered his release. The feel of warm semen flowing against his damaged inner walls and out to trail down the side of his thighs irritated him. He closed his eyes to block out the sounds of Hetite panting above him, perhaps he’d leave him alone soon.

Arabel noticed when Hetite’s breathing returned to normal, yet the General was still buried inside him. He opened his eyes to find Hetite staring at him with those gleaming black eyes. That’s when he noticed that Hetite was once again erect within in. Arabel cried out in frustration when Hetite began to fuck him once again.

Arabel felt the overwhelming feeling of despair threaten to overtake him. Is this the way it would always be? He went from being a brothel whore to being a whore for an evil and extremely well-hung General. Arabel fought against this feeling, he had to be strong. He couldn’t allow himself to give up, at least for Anata’s sake. When Hetite reached his second release, Arabel was grateful that the big man rolled off to his side. He breathed a sigh of relief but it was short-lived when he heard Hetite’s next words.

“Clean me off.”

Arabel glanced fearfully in his direction and down to the thick cock that was covered with his blood and Hetite’s semen. Arabel may have been exhausted from this recent rape session, but found the strength to attempt to flee the bed once more. He was stopped almost immediately by one large wrist clamped around his arm.

“Are you going to force me to punish you?” Hetite warned.

“You’ve offered me nothing in return to expect submission,” Arabel retorted.

“You are my slave! You will do as I say!” Hetite should have known it was too much to expect that a Talion would understand that, even one that had been submitting to countless men in a brothel only recently.

“Drop dead!” Arabel said through gritted teeth. It seemed Hetite moved in a blur as he took one large palm and struck Arabel across the face so hard, he went flying from the bed to the marble floor.

Hetite was instantly above him, grabbing Arabel’s hair and dragging him to his feet. “I see you’ve left me no choice.” Balling one hand into a meaty fist, he quickly slammed it into Arabel’s abdomen.

Arabel felt the wind knocked out of him as the punch hit home, probably cracking a rib in the process. Hetite continued to hold him by the hair with one hand while the other hand pummeled him in the stomach. Arabel felt the blackness begin to envelop him, and before the 6th punch landed he went limp in Hetite’s arms.