Honee

Chapter 1


They put him on display like some rag doll whore to be fucked and touched to anyone’s sick pleasing.

The greasy haired bastard ogled his body, drool running down his chin and his tongue hanging out of his gapping trap. His breath reeked of mildew and cheap liquor.

“These are some migh’dy fine tits ya got there cutie,” roughly groping with his oily hands, and leaving a coat of grime in its wake.

Honee wanted to puke. He wanted to murder the dick in front of him and kill the man who put him here. Knuckles turning white in furry, he bit his inner lip and creased his wide purple eyes together until he couldn’t take it any more.

“Yes inde-ed…” The disgusting man let out a groan as he put both hands on his chest and started venturing lower to his plump ass-

POW!

Honee knocked him strait on his back and was about to join him on the ground to remove the last of his three teeth when he received a harsh blew to his upper shoulder.

“AHHH!” Honee’s arm felt like it had been dislocated, and it didn’t help at all when they proceed to beat him into the ground with rods that also sent electric shocks through his body.

“You filthy tike, ya need to learn your place. You ain’t on your world anymore.” The rank smelling man bashed Honee over the head. The pain rattled through his skull to consume his vision.

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Honee awoke to find himself awkwardly half curled and half sprawled across frigid cement. A groan escaped his lips as he shifted his aching body, he was in a cell. There were people walking around, still assessing and probing the slaves. Honee grimaced in disgust at how some of them actually indulged and paraded under the buyer’s eyes and hands.

A buyer walked by his new cage, but didn’t stop. No one wants to spend money on a slave that was going to cause trouble, regardless of how rare they were.

In fact, Honee was the only one who was fighting against the merchants and buyers. Yes, there were others that weren’t enthusiastic about selling themselves, but they seemed void completely, as if they didn’t care at all; they still turned, bent, and spread when asked.

Honee sighed at this and slid backwards until he rested against a chill wall, his feet just about touched the opposite bars. At least in the cage no one could touch him, and as long as he kept spitting and glaring at anyone who exhibited even the slightest of interests: he was good…

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“Get your ass up!” A couple hours later Honee still hadn’t moved, and his seller was starting to get angry. Honee began to feel it was necessary to indulge his new owner; so he stood up and stretched his legs.

Wrapping his long fingers around the rusty bars, Honee bent his impressively lean frame forward and inadvertently licked at the dry blood on his lips. “You repulsive stout of a man, you have no right to keep me in this cage like an animal. I may not be of this world, but that should mean you’re hospitality and kindness.”

“Boy… you being other worldly means all the more likely you’re going to become someone’s property.” The short, bulky greaser drew in a long snort and made a foul slurping noise between his grime teeth. “No matter how much you hate it, those’sa the facts. Now unless you wanna be beaten again, I suggest you start sellin’ that ass.”

“But if I’m all bruised and broken no one’s going to buy me…” Honee antagonized him further with a childish mock pout.

You could tell that the stout wasn’t accustomed to slaves talking back and especially ones that gave him sass and attitude. His plump checks started to turn red and his eyes seemed to literally bulge. “The great thing about bruises and broken bones is - they heal!” His stubby fingers wrestled the lock with the intention of giving Honee a proper beating.

Honee inwardly chuckled at the joke in front of him, and patiently waited until the door was unlocked.

“You fucking little Tike gunna get what you deserve! You’s need to get put in your place!” He growled at the lock.

“Please- yes. Return me to my place!”

Honee pounced right when the metal door swung open. They swung and wrestled with each other until Honee had the chain linking his wrists together around the fat bastard’s throat. The man grunted and cried broken, choking slurs of profanities, “geesss iisss ucccing ike offfass eee!”

“Eelllppp!”

The convention of people were normally used to loud shouts of all kinds. But, for some paranormal reason there was a gathering crowd. Honee was slightly confused as to why no one had hit him over the head, bashed him in the back or shot him yet, but didn’t care enough to stop and ask.

“Eeeeelllppp, opppp immm ouuuu oronnnsss!” – *more gargling sounds*

Subconsciously Honee had taken note of how quite the place had gotten, and how the only noises were of the fat man’s attempts to escape. He also had taken notice of the looming shadow next to their struggling figures. There was still no interference from the guards or civilians. Honee wondered if they were going to let him murder the vial man, maybe they hated him and much as he did.

“Quite a situation you’ve found yourself in Libbs.”

Libbs tried a reply, but couldn’t even manage a desperate choke.

“You’re going to die at the hands of a slave in your own house.” The portly swine gave as much of a glare as he could. Though, it was only an attempt to hide the actually terror that started to creep around; that he may indeed die there on the floor with a hundred eyes watching, but no hands helping. “How very tragic.”

And now this bastard was going to mock him while it happened!!

Honee missed all of this. He just felt the pure rage running through his veins, it left a terrible vengeance in its wake. There he had him, he had the man that had kidnapped him, beaten him, stole him away from his home: his family, world… life. He hardly heard the voice in the back of his mind-

“You know he deserves it, to die at your hands. It’s your right… but do you really want to sink to his level?” Honee’s vision started to clear as the last words sunk in…
“You’re better then him, do you really want to be anything like this disgusting weasel?”

To Honee’s disbelief, he actually released the man’s neck. He stared down into Libbs’ face and he rose; there were gashes and splits everywhere, his nose laid to the side and blood gushed endlessly.

He quietly whispered to Libbs, “you’re not very efficient at showing a slave where their place is… ” He wiped the blood from his eyebrow and stood. With a loathsome curl on his lip, harshly whispered, “I am more of a man then you could ever be.”

The shadow and whisper started to chuckle, “what a show.” He gracefully clapped his leather clad hands, “Libbs’ you assured me I would not regret my choice to attended your little auction, and for once, you have not led me astray.”

Honee turned, chest heaving to be stunned by an imposing, well dignified …demon? His sparkling teeth looked deathly threatening as he half smiled at Libbs and made eye contact with Honee. It felt like an intense electric current pulsed through his body.

Libbs was trying to get off the floor, finally receiving some help from his guards.

“Get offfaa mee!” Libbs pushed them away as he tried to stand on his own, “throw that little shit back in his cage, and give him the beating of his life!”

Four of Libbs’ heavy built lackeys straitened to stare at Honee. He turned completely around to ready his fighting stanza; silently vowing he was only going to go down in death. But before any action could take place, a long thick appendage wrapped around his body. In a quick four coils, Honee stared shocked at his new restraint. He struggled and fought desperately not knowing what new forces he was against. He hoped to his lord Ilican that it had nothing to do with the creature behind him.

Honee freaked when he realized that it indeed had everything to do with the demon, it was his tail! He leaned his monstrous figure over Honee’s and quietly talked in his ear, “relax Tichian, no harm will come to you if you do not provoke it.” He straitened with Honee now pressed to his chest.

Libbs stood still half choking with his useless body guards standing awkwardly around him.

“He deserves to be beaten Naphula- bloody hell! He deserves to be taken out back and shot! Release the fucking tike!”

“Why would I allow you to abuse a slave of mine Libbs? Where would the logic be in that?”

“Yours?!?!” Libbs screeched.

Honee had given up fighting against… Naphula’s tail, and was now more interested the transition that had just taken place.

“Yes, mine. It was my word that stopped him from popping those beady eyes from your head... And therefore- in good favor- you have given him to me as a reward with great gratitude.”

Libbs glowed like a ripe tomato, “it was you who stopped my guards or anyone else from helpin’!”

“I did no such thing, I merely smiled at them.”

Throwing a stiff finger in Naphula’s face, he screamed and whined like a child, “he’ll get me more money then any of these slaves! He’s worth more then ten, you can’t just take ‘im like that!” There was a defeated tone in his voice, “it’s not fair.”

“Alright Libbs, just out of pity, I will give you 200 pattalions.”

“But that’s less then what you’d pay for even a normal slave!”

“100 then.”

“What?!”

Honee started to get angry at how they haggled over him like he was some object. But, no matter how much he struggled, the tail was like a snake that wouldn’t and couldn’t be budged. He was becoming desperate for something else he could do, rubbing up against Naphula’s hard body was starting to bother him in way he couldn’t understand. Struggling was becoming far too much of a game. Resorting to primal instincts, Honee bit Naphula’s tail.

Naphula hissed and ripped the Tichian’s head back with his deep blue hair. He lent down to his ear and whispered harshly, “if you want to play rough, I can play rough. Otherwise, I would advise you not to do that again while I’m negotiating for your ass.” Honee tried to pull his head free, but only succeeded in furthering the pain.

“Release me you monster!”

“If you don’t settle down…” He ran his demonic tongue over the shell of Honee’s ear. It brought a violent shiver through his body and all kind of confusion to his head. “ I’ll be forced to make you.”

Honee began to breath broken heavy breaths through his nose as Naphula nuzzled the side of his neck. “You smell so sweet, it’s intoxicating… Are you going to let me deal with this repulsion peacefully, or will I need to punish you later?”

The blue haired beauty answered with a breathy groan. Naphula chuckled, “good.”

Libbs had blown some steam out of his ears watching the two, he was now just pink. The blood was starting to crust and made for a nasty picture as Naphula reluctantly returned his attention.

“Would you like to make it 50 pattalions?”

Libbs knew that he was never going to get more then what was offered, you could never make a Witigo do anything they didn’t want to do: especially this one. “200 is very generous, thank you Lord Naphula.”

“It was my pleasure,” he gave a half hearted smile that mocked and taunted Libbs into saying something more…

Honee broke the thick tension when he finally fell out of his haze and started struggling again. He leaned his head back with frustration knitted into his eyebrows, “You can release me, there’s no where I can go anyways.”

“With that tone?”

“Please,” Honee softened his voice to the point of almost begging.

Chuckling, Naphula uncoiled his tail till it rested around Honee’s waist. Honee looked down in irritation when his plan to push the rest off was interrupted, “leave it or we go back to the way it was.”

Honee let out a frustrated sigh and crossed his arms trying not to touch the tail. But, it was beginning to affect him physically.

Naphula reached into his coat and pulled out a nice sized bag. “There’s your money Libbs.”

Libbs caught it with an ‘ouaf’, and immediately went to counting the coins.

“Have a lovely evening Libbs.”

“Thank you again for savin’ me life Lord Naphula.” The thanks and false praise in Libbs’ voice repulsed him to no ends. He faintly snarled, nodded his head and turned around.

After Honee’s chains were removed, the tail around him slightly tightened and tugged him to follow Naphula out. He placed both hand on it and attempted to push it off, or at least get it to stop leading him. He didn’t really know, and was more in a spin about how quickly his surroundings kept changing and the feelings the tail caused. The harder he pushed, the tighter it became and the harder it pulled. “You don’t need to treat me like an animal.”

“I highly doubt you will freely walk beside me Tichian.” Naphula’s pace slowed slightly so he could make eye contact with Honee. He secretly drooled at how beautiful the pale skin and blue hair contrasted each other; and how Honee’s eyes glowed silver and purple with irritation.

“Well you didn’t take the time to ask did you?” Naphula curiously eyed the purple in Honee’s hair and wondered if it had anything to do with his aristocratic tones.

“If I completely release you, will you behave?”

Honee raised an eyebrow at how condescending the demon made the question and snorted.

Naphula smiled and completely removed his tail, slightly shocking Honee.

“Thank you.”

“You’re very welcome.”

Honee didn’t really know how to react to the civil statement. Not once had anyone been in anyway humane to him since he was taken off his planet. His eye shifted color slightly to a green when he thought about who else could’ve been kidnapped. “Is there any way to find other Tichians?”

“There’s a chance, you’re a very rare type of slave, so it shouldn’t be too hard. That is if I allow you to search.”

Honee’s mouth gaped at the demon, “why wouldn’t you let me search?!” He couldn’t understand how people could be so cruel!

“Because you would need my help, and my help comes at a price.” He said it with such ease, such ease at such selfishness.

“What’s the price then?”

“That is for a later discussion.” Naphula stopped in front of a triple door carrier. The coach doors opened when Naphula approached. It revealed a spacious back with black interior and two leather wall seats that watched one another. It was large enough to seem like a normal car for the giant demon. The Witigon ducked into the car first. He looked relaxed but was ready to catch his new slave when he decided to run.

Honee thought about it. The situation screamed escape, but the feel of ease that Naphula carried screamed otherwise. Lost in debate, Honee stood there; thoughts and feeling completely obvious. He couldn’t decide, but this might be the only chance he had for escape, he couldn’t just let it pass up.

When instant determination seized his face, before he could make a dash for wherever, Naphula’s tale ripped him into the car. The doors instantly closed and they started to move. “-Ahhh!”

“Thoughts like that will get you into a lot of trouble,” Naphula scolded him.

Honee struggled with all his might, biting, kicking, bashing and thrashing. It was like a caged lion begging and screaming to be released. Naphula was surprised; the fight got so difficult and violent that he couldn’t hold Honee with only his tail. He slid onto the floor and after a few hits, profanities and weak kicks, Honee was finally pinioned. Naphula admired what a fierce look the Tichian had in his eyes and how he felt struggling underneath him. Honee had no idea that he was arousing the man above him, he was completely consumed with somehow over powering the hulking monster and getting out of there.

“I may not have cared if you would’ve murdered Libbs and I may have let you walk next to me, but do not think that makes you and I equals. You are still mine and will follow my will.”

Honee closed his eyes and started struggling for his life.

“Let me go! I need to get home! I need to make sure my family and people are alright!” He tried to pull his arms free from the one claw that had them pinned together above his head. Naphula’s smile lessened at the desperate need in Honee’s voice.

He ran his free hand over the side of Honee’s face and threw his hair. Honee turned away from the touch, afraid that it might invoke the same reaction that happened earlier.

“Relax little one, a ship with the capabilities to enter your atmosphere are hard to come by. You’re a taboo species, something only in books. There’s much doubt that who ever kidnapped you could’ve manage no more then two other Tichian’s. And after we negotiate what you’re going to give me for my help, we will find them as well. Alright?”

Honee had calmed down slightly. He was absolutely flabbergasted that Naphula had actually said something helpful; something that almost sounded like he actually cared - but of course he could never. Honee stared into the demon’s deep green eyes with distrust and doubt.

“What do you want?” Naphula just stared back.

Honee was starting to become acutely aware of what position they were in, and how if he moved slightly -

Naphula grinned at the gasp that escaped those lovely lips. He leaned down to drag his tongue up the delicate, pale neck. “One of the things that makes you such a prized possession is the fact that you’re the most responsive species known to existence.”

Honee moaned against his will, his fingernails dug into his palms, and he thoughtlessly arched his back. Naphula pushed down against him, grinding his hips and sucking harder on Honee’s neck. He was the sweetest thing that could ever be tasted.

“Ahhhh.” Naphula was erecting all kinds of unknown noises and words out of the withering delicacy below him.

In Honee’s world, nothing like this was experienced until you’ve become an adult. With a strict code on sexual physical contact there were hardly any exceptions. Honee was finally going to experience it on his inauguration, just two days before he was kidnapped. It was becoming all so overwhelming.

“STOOOOPPP!! PLLEEAASSEE! Ughhhhh!”

Naphula laugh for the first time in what seemed like decades at how Honee still squirmed and withered even after he pulled off. The electric shocks, pulses, tingles and whatever else the demon just made him feel still touched and tickled all his nerve endings. He wished to Ilican that he could stop moving and stop unintentionally grinding against Naphula, and unintentionally furthering both their erections. But, he was afraid if he stopped moving he would overload and short circuit.

“What did you do to me?!!”

“I’ve done nothing yet, simply tasted the icing.”

“I’m not your fucking icing to taste!” He realized that his hands were free and the creature was just straddling him. “Get off of me!” he sat up and tried to push the demon off.

It was- of course – unsuccessful. Instead, Naphula grabbed Honee’s wrists in his hands and pulled his arms open until they were pressed chest to chest, crotch to crotch, and lips to lips. The brute sent fire through Honee’s throat and burned through his body like it was made of paper. Honee moaned and went limp into the kiss. Sex was never described like this, he thought feelings like these were entirely impossible; to be able to invoke someone so well they buckle and become a begging pile of nerves, moans, and groans.

Honee didn’t know that their kiss at the moment was something considered innocent. When Naphula slipped his tongue past Honee’s lips and all hell broke loose.

Honee moaned into the dominating mouth and molded their bodies together. With the encouragement pouring off the Tichian, Naphula folded Honee’s arms behind his back to immobilize both arms in one claw. Sneaking his legs between Honee’s, he used his free hand to pull the moaning mass onto his lap and slip his legs underneath. Distracted, Honee took no notice of the change in position and no notice that he was now straddling and enthusiastically grinding his captor. He mindlessly pulled at his arms so he could touch the hard mass in front of him, but Naphula just grinned at his struggles and kneaded Honee’s ass under the rags that hung off his slim hips.

Honee whined into Naphula’s mouth. “Leeet meee goooo, you evil brute.”

The sadistic bastard just laughed and started down Honee’s neck. “Or… you’ll …do… what?”

Honee whimpered and groaned. “Kill you.”

Naphula laughed into the crook of Honee’s neck, “I’d like to see that one.”

There he went again: demeaning son-of-a-bitch!

Considering the facts that he couldn’t free his hands or body, Honee came up with the clever response and only option he had, “I’ll bite your ear off!” And at that, he chomped down the demon’s ear. He didn’t try and tear it off completely, instead keeping it hostage. Honestly, Honee wasn’t sure if he could actually bite off the monster’s ear, he hadn’t really wronged him enough to deserve that… Honee just hoped that his bluff wasn’t challenged.

Naphula instantly grabbed Honee by the hair, but didn’t pull. He talked into Honee’s slick skin, tickling him, “release my ear.”

“Nuhh-ooo, reelesa z-he hands,” Honee muffled. The grip in his hair tighten, but still didn’t pull. Honee bit harder in retaliation, and in an attempt to re-enforce his threat.

Naphula chuckled into his throat, and then clamped down with his razor sharp teeth. Honee almost let go in a surprised pain filled gasp, but held fast and let it out between his teeth. A whine vibrated through his throat when he didn’t let go and Naphula pressed harder. He was still chuckling and obviously going easy on Honee.

“Cheeetter!!” Naphula increased the pressure, “Ahhhh! SStooop.”

His evil laughs rumbled into Honee. He let go of Honee’s hair and torturously dragged his claws over the smaller one’s naked body.

Honee whined even louder, but couldn’t wiggle or else intensify Naphula’s bite.

“arrright, I ‘et go and ‘ou ‘et goo, undersoood?”

The demon growled and re-clamped his jaws. Honee groaned at both the pain and erotic vibrations it sent through his body; He took it as a yes.

“On ‘hree: Un, duo, hree!” They both surprisingly released their holds. Honee was about to threaten the Lord with something new, but was interrupted by a hard dominating mouth. Taking advantage of the fact that Honee was still in a half lust filled haze, Naphula brought his free claw up Honee’s hairless, milky white thigh to grasp his rigid, throbbing penis.

Honee broke their intense kiss to throw back his head and let out a moan.

“Oh Ilican!!”

Naphula enjoyed what a pretty picture the Tichian made in front of him. Nothing compared to this beauty, this pulse of fire. He squeezed the base of Honee’s erection enticing a number of desperate, useless pulls from his arms. Honee’s knuckles turned white and he bit his bottom lip, Naphula was pushing him to the verge of begging. No matter how much he ground or whimpered, the demon wouldn’t make any movements. He just sat back and chuckled.

“Fuck you, don’t touch me.”

A moment later Honee groaned and mentally re-tracked his statement. Naphula had slowly pulled his hand up the slick cock and rubbed his thumb over the dripping slit. Honee threw his head forward onto the Lord’s shoulder. He bit down trying to suppress a cry of ecstasy as Naphula squeezed and pulled. He was beside himself and wasn’t sure how much more he could take.

Naphula nuzzled into the side of Honee’s neck, marking him with the same rhythmic pulse he jacked off Honee to. Honee, unknowingly began to match the demon’s hand in thrusts, each time pulling at his now sore arms and biting down hard to muffle his moans. When he started to become more frantic, Naphula whispered in his ear, “lift your head.”

The voice was so deep and demanding, he left no room in for argument. For some unknown reason to Honee, he did as he was told. They were both breathing heavily, and the smaller lean body was trying like mad to get Naphula to sped up.

“Open your eyes.”

Honee opened them without hesitation, Naphula grinned at the fogged bright blue eyes completely lost in lust. He tightened his grip and gave the begging Tichian one last hard tug.

Honee’s eyes plastered shut at he threw his head back and let out the most erotic noise Naphula had ever heard.

Naphula let go of Honee’s arms and used the rag he wore to wipe up the mess before it dripped onto his clothes. Honee lay exhausted against the monster enjoying the tingly burn run through his arms as he moved them to rest on Naphula’s shoulders. He groaned when he was moved to lay on the sofa, body still alive and shooting electric spikes up his nervous-system randomly. His mind seemed to be off though, he lay there in a haze not registering that the car had stopped.

Naphula got out and picked up Honee bridle style. He seemed to enjoy taking a peaceful rest for the first time and wrapped his arms around the Lord’s neck, just enjoying the warmth and ignoring the fact that this man technically owned him. Honee knew in the back of his mind that he should be fighting right now, but for once denied his pride.

Naphula adored having the sleepy mass clinging to him, it felt comfortable and so right. He looked down at a servant that ran out to great him. “Run a bath and find some extra clothes.”

“Yes master,” the servant ran into the striking mansion.

“Who is this, my Lord?” Naphula’s old friend and overseer of the household asked curiously, raising an eyebrow.

“He fell into my path, and I couldn’t let him go.” Naphula refused to continue and started for the house.

His supervisor, Armaros, just watched on with a sly grin.


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That was entertaining. A nice escape from papers and exams, but i must get off to work now... so i'll fix the fuck-ups later.

Ta.