Archive-name: JourEntr/j512-026.txt
Archive-author: Elf Matheiu Sternberg
Archive-title: Aaden's Revenge

 
Journal Entry 026 / 0512

     It had been a strange night already, but I don't know what
possessed me then.  I walked briskly out of the castle and took a
grav-slide down to the lagoon, I remember, and then summoned the SDisk. 
When the symbols on the command panel resolved into the word
"destination" I ordered "Underground."  The pad resolved into the
glimmering white pentacle that manifests in water environments, and I
stepped across the water onto the center.  Since I was the only
passenger, I immediately said "go."  But also, in the back of my mind,
there was the question, and as the teleporter activated, the desperate
question came through clearly:

     "What am I doing...

 
 
     ...here?"  The smell hit me first, but then it always hits first.
Strong, pungent masculine sweat of a dozen species and leather combined
with other, less definable (or more deniable) smells.  The heat hits
second.  Rick uses full radiation-divestiture cooling units, and it
doesn't help.  The raw incandescent lightbulbs, the bodies and motion of
what was probably over a hundred males moving in rhythm to music that
was too damned loud, added to the heat that soaked through me where my
skin was exposed.  My face was flushed, and I knew it.  What am I doing
here?

     I walked forward into the dark and shadows and approached the bar. 
Horny, yes, but looking for something, too.  But what?  A specific
species?  A certain size?  A master for a night, the weekend?  What am I
doing here?

     There was a time when doing this-- engaging in random, violent,
wild sex with whatever mel struck my fancy-- was the high point of my
every day.  But I eventually grew tired of it, because something was
missing, something I get out of my love for P'nyssa.  And when the need
for the violence, for the intense sensory overload, for the simple
pleasure that cleansing pain can be, gets to be too much, I go to people
I know, people I trust to handle me right.  Once again I wondered, What
am I doing here?

     I walked up to the bar and ordered something mild and simple.  The
bartender, a Felinzi, gave me this furrowed-brow look, his ears pulling
forward, but I ignored it.  Whatever I was looking for, it didn't take
long for that something to find me.  I stood with my back to most of the
bar when this enormous grey-furred paw clamped itself over my eyes.  I
struggled for a second when this low, barely controlled Uncia voice,
full of menace, growled "don't fight, and don't talk.  I have orders not
to hurt you too badly.  I know who you are, and I know you speak Uncia."
I stopped.  I don't fight with two-and-a-half meters and two hundred
kilos of anthropomorphic snow leopard, not without powered armor I
don't, but I wanted to.  His huge paw firmly over my eyes, the tips of
his claws imbedded just to the point of pain against my right temple,he
turned me around and directed me.  The claws of his other paw were
pressed through the leather vest I wore, and he pushed me on.  Not for
the first time I wondered, What am I doing here?

     The music of The Underground faded into the background, and I
realized he was leading me back towards the private rooms.  There was
the sound of door opening, and he pushed me through it into a room that
felt small.  Oh Gods, did he take me back to the dungeon?  More hands
were suddenly on me, and three more mels, as far as I could tell, began
removing my pants, my boots, my shirt and vest.  I struggled again, and
there was a sharp slap across my ass.  I groaned.  There was more noise,
the sound of chains, and leather straps were wrapped around my wrists,
my arms right above the elbow, my ankles and above the knees, and around
my throat.  The claw at my back moved to my shoulder, and began to force
me down.  I whimpered as I was forced into a kneeling position.  I was
pushed down onto a leather platform, and I heard chains rattle as I
realized I was being strapped into a suspended harness.  I tried to get
up, but hands grabbed me and pushed me back down, securing my belted
neck to a variform headrest that provided for easy access to my mouth.
My wrists were crossed and secured behind my back.

     More hands grabbed my legs and spread them wide.  I heard more
chains as I was firmly secured to the floor by the ankles and knees.
The Uncia never took his paw from my eyes.  A final leather belt was
lain across the small of my back and tightly secured to the harness.
The hands left me, and then the Uncia's paw left as well.  The lights
were off!  I still couldn't see a damn thing.  I heard the shuffling of
feet as I heard my four assailants leave, and when they opened the door
the little light admitted let me see only a featureless grey wall.

     I don't know how long I sat there in the dark, waiting.  I
strained, fighting against the leather, fighting with my fear.  I
stopped occasionally, and tried to sort out the scent of my four
assailants, looking for anything familiar.  Nothing.  This room was
obviously well used, the harness imbedded with sweat. I waited,
struggling.

     The door behind me opened.  A bolt of fear shot through me.  For
the first time I realized just how vulnerable I was, my ass spread wide
and exposed, my cock hanging free and accessible.  There were footsteps,
and a low chuckling growl.  I heard the door click shut.  The smell of
my new master washed over me, leather and sweat, and I knew what he was.
Mephit.  All the facts about Mephits ran through my mind.  Averaging 175
cm and a little lighter than humans.  Black fur, erectile tail--
anthropomorph skunk.  And this one, I knew him, but where?  His scent
was oh, so familiar!  Dammit, I knew this melMeph!

     There was another chuckle, and I jumped as I felt sharp claws
lightly touch my buttocks.  He laughed, a cruel laugh that told me
nothing.  The claws tracked across my ass and up the small of my back,
one of the most ticklish parts of my body, sending shocks through me
that rattled the chains of my leather prison.  And then there was a
voice, and he said "Hello, Shardik."

     I groaned.  I knew him.  Oh, yes, I did, and I was going to pay
dearly for that knowledge.  "Hello..." I whispered, gulped, "Hello,
Aaden."

     He walked around to stand in front of me, and then crouched down so
we were nearly face-to-face.  "Remember the last time we met?" he asked.

     My tongue was thick, but I managed to say, "In the Hex."

     "Remember what happened that day?"  He was grinning, evil.

     I nodded, then found my balls to say, "You lost."

     He reacted like I'd hit him, pulling his arm back to slap me, but
didn't.  He grinned again, maliciously, and said "You won.  You were the
first person to beat me, to actually take me all the way to the bell,
you bastard.  DO YOU KNOW WHAT THAT COST ME?"

     I nodded, echoing his grin as I did so.  Tied up as I was, helpless
as I was, I had him.  I had beat him in the Hex, and his first loss had
unseated his legend.  I'd fucked him there in the center, in front of
the roaring crowd, raping him as he'd have done to me had he won.  He
could be beat, and I had proven it.  He was still one of the best, but
he was beatable.

     "Well, guess what, Shardik... Tonight you get yours.  Me and my
four friends are going teach you what it means to win.  And you're not
going to see it."  He reached back behind the chaps he wore, took out a
leather blindfold, and approached me.  I whipped my head back and forth
to avoid his hands, but he snapped his fingers and the door opened.
"I'm not going to argue with you on this."  The Uncia's huge paws
clamped down on my head and held me still.  The blindfold went on.

     "Dammit, Aaden, let me see!"

     "Oh, no, not on your life," he replied.  I felt the Uncia let go of
me, and I was left to hang there, blind.  There was silence again.

     And then I heard the sound of clothing being removed, and of heavy
groans of male approval.  The smell of sex was strong again, and my cock
responded, becoming erect even as it dangled freely.  There was a small
laugh, then a paw touched my face, wrapping over it and then under my
chin.  The fingers, Aaden's by the scent, pressed into my jaw, and he
said, "Open it."  I resisted.  He squeezed harder until my jaw ached,
and repeated "Open it.  Now."

     I opened my mouth, waiting.  I could feel him approaching, smell
his crotch, the familiar sweet smell, and I felt the head of his cock
play over my lips.  I pursed my lips to kiss him, and he pulled away.
"See," he said.  "You want it."

     I did.  I waited as he played with my blindness, slapping my cheeks
gently with his cock, teasing.  He would pull away, then slowly slide
the head of his cock against my cheek or up my chin.  "Bastard," I
gasped.

     "Ahh, you're too anxious.  You don't think I could give this to you
so easily, do you?  You have to suffer."

     He pressed the head against my lips, and I opened my mouth to let
him.  He was huge, described at the Hex if I recall as "two soda cans
place one atop the other."  Maybe not, but it was close.  The head slid
past my lips, and I couldn't help but scrape teeth along it, he was so
damn large.  My tongue was pressed flat against the floor of my mouth,
but I did my best, drawing my lips around his cock, feeling the velvet
soft head and the slight ridge that ran the underside.  I concentrated
on his cock, trying to please him.

     I felt his hand reach up under the hair on the back of my neck and
clamp down on a handful.  I groaned, possessed.  Damnit, who had told
him that?  Grab my hair properly like that and I'll do anything.  He
slowly began to rock back and forth, his enormous maleness fucking my
mouth.  I heard some sounds, maybe talking, but it didn't concern me.
Until I felt the results.

     He stroked slowly, always just barely striking the back of my
throat, and my reflex had tears streaming down my eyes.  I wanted him,
wanted him to come, please.

     I felt a slight caress against my ass and the pleasure drove me
berserk, straining against the bonds, the chains.  Aaden's cock in my
mouth was going no faster, no more demanding.  It was going to take
forever, and I wanted it now!  The touch was a mitten, somewhere my dim
brain registered one of Aaden's four friends as a tindal.  One spoke to
another, and I understood the language, but I didn't try to comprehend
it.  The cock, Aaden's cock, was all that concerned me.  That and the
soft mitt at my backside.

     The mitt went away, and it returned, sharply, slapping my ass.  The
stinging pain made me try and cry out, but Aaden's cock muffled my
scream.  Again, and again.  "Don't bite," Aaden chided me. "I might have
to get rough."

     Damn you, damn you, the words shot through my mind.  Get rough,
then.  Just don't tease me like this.

     The slaps stopped, and they hadn't been hard enough to leave much
more than a mild sting.  Tindal's don't have mush strength as it is.  I
could feel sometimes a soft coolness under my chin when a tear fell off
of me, and sometimes one left a cool track down my throat.  There was a
soft warm breath over my ass, and then somebody pressed their lips to my
buttocks. I groaned again.  The lips kissed me gently.  Dammit, who was
he?  I held perfectly still, not wanting to discourage those lips.  I
concentrated on Aaden's cock, but the lips approached my anus, slowly,
and then whoever it was pressed a single kiss to my asshole.  My mind
reeled.  Please, oh please.

     It went away, and as it did I felt Aaden's cock pull away as well. 
I cried out, incoherent with need.

      There was a shuffling, and the slight draft told me Aaden had left
me, gone back to be with his buddies.  There were more moans, more
malesex sounds, wet and teasing.  My heart beat hard, and I cursed
quietly.  I felt someone soft and furry crawl under me, and I felt
something... a pillow, be passed underneath me as well.  A hand, no, a
mitten, passed over my cock, and I groaned, louder than ever.  Slowly,
whoever it was breathed on my cock, and I jumped.  Soft lips encircled
the head, and slowly the Tindal underneath me began to suck me, as
slowly as Aaden had forced me to suck him.  He was good.  So good, and
so slow.  There was a hand on my back, moving up to my head, and like
Aaden's, this paw reached up under my hair and grabbed me.  I groaned.
Too much, too much.  I recognized the touch of my Uncia kidnaper.  He
came around, and again in Uncia said, "You get mine."  I felt the head
of his cock against my lips, and I grabbed it with my mouth, wanting
more.  It was soft, but my greedy sucking would quickly change that.
The Uncia moaned appreciatively.  I worked on it with more care, trying
to concentrate, trying to ignore the torture of the mouth around my
penis.

     A hand again reached out to caress my ass, and I heard a thump as
someone dropped to his knees on the wooden floor.  There was a
shuffling, and I felt the soft fur of Aaden's thighs against mine, and
his soft cock pressed gently down the crease of my ass, the head
dangling against my balls.  The mouth around my cock never ceased.

     Aaden leaned back, and from what I could hear, someone back there
was stroking him to hardness.  No, Aaden, I begged silently.  Someone
else first, you're too big.  Let someone else break me in first, please.
It's been too long!

     But all I could do was moan around my Uncia lover's cock.  It was
of average thickness, but it was long, and he used it to his best
advantage, shoving it past my throat, ravishing me, gagging me over and
over, eliciting more tears as he buried his cock into me, and I felt the
heavy fur and powerful muscles of his belly against my face when he did.
Then he pulled back to let me breathe before starting again.

     Aaden rose, and I felt two fingers spreading a lubricant around my
anus.  It was hot; someone had cared enough to warm it before use.  The
hand again vanished, and I felt Aaden rise.  The Uncia stopped for a
moment, and said "You're gonna get it now."

     I heard Aaden reply "Yes he is."  I felt the head of his cock
against my asshole, and behind it I could feel his whole body pressing. 
He was as hard as steel and as demanding as fire.  My anus gave way a
little, and the head pressed past the first ring of muscle towards the
second ring, the involuntary ring.  My ass would give no further, but
Aaden just held there, waiting, and he said quietly, "You're going to
take me."  He pressed again, and I gave way just a little more.  The
mouth around my cock had stopped, I hadn't noticed when.  Slowly, there
was a burning sensation around my asshole, a stretching, tearing feeling
that hurt so much and was so wonderfully familiar again after all these
years.  Aaden pressed a little harder, and suddenly I felt my asshole
clamp down around him as the entire head of his cock slid into me.  I
groaned in pain, and in pleasure.  Oh, yes.

     His hands grabbed my hips and he pressed further, his cock probing
deeper into me, sliding into my rectum, and I felt the ancient cramping
sensation as he pressed up against my insides, leading deeper into my
guts.  He had me, pinned like a butterfly, violated.  I strained against
my bonds to meet him, and he responded, pulling out until the head was
left, and then sliding into me, gently.  He was slow and sure and he
hurt and he felt so good.  The Uncia's paw tightened against my hair,
and he began to fuck my mouth, again, and I responded, hungry again.
The Tindal sucked on me, teasing me torturously, but Aaden set the pace
of it all, as he slowly fucked my yielded ass.  The tenor of my begging
changed, and I honestly hoped one of them was a telepath.  Rape me.
Please, use me, let me be your toy, your fuck toy, your favorite toy.
Use me forever.

     Aaden began to fuck me faster, and I could feel the ring of my anus
following his cock in and out, and his fucking became harder.  Then he
stopped, and I felt a shuffling as he placed his knees up closer to
mine, and as he stroked into me his thighs struck mine, his hips
striking my buttocks, small ripples through our muscular bodies as he
slammed me, fucking me, his enormous hard cock taking me, ravaging my
ass.  The Uncia was forced to accept the pace with every hard shove, and
he began to fuck me in earnest.  I could feel his orgasm approaching,
and he forced it deeper into me.  There was no warning, though, when he
came, shooting his thick cream down my throat, but his roar filled my
ears, my mind, for a moment blocking out even Aaden's eternal cock
filling my backside.

     The mouth around my cock had eased, backing off, and I wanted to
come then, but finally it went away completely.  Damn you, I thought
again, Please.  Vile epithets filled my mind as Aaden filled my asshole
with his penis.  Damn you.

     Aaden began slamming me so hard that the entire harness shifted,
and I heard his teeth grind and he said "I'm gonna come," and with three
painfully hard jabs deep into my belly he screamed and came, and I
actually could feel his come filling me, heating and burning and so
wonderful.  He collapsed, leaving me still on edge.

     The other two men in the room hadn't said a word the entire time,
but I heard Aaden address them, saying, "Your turn."  There was a small
laugh, and Aaden rose from his position behind me.  He was replaced by
another pair of thighs, and another cock was slid into me.  The sudden
change burned worse than ever, but I didn't care.  A cock was presented
to my lips, and I sucked on it rapturously.  These two fucked me hard
front and rear, and the one in front was very definitely human, the one
behind me I guessed to be another Mephit.  They used me as effectively
as Aaden and the Uncia, and when they came Aaden and the Uncia took
their places, this time the Uncia taking my ass and Aaden forcing my
mouth against his anus to lick and rim him before turning and filling my
mouth with his creamy white come.  All the time the tindal on the floor
kept sucking me, taking me to the edge and then backing off.  Again the
other two took me, and the cock down my throat was definitely Mephitis,
and they ravished me as surely as they could.

     Then they all backed off, and the mouth around my cock was stronger
and more insistent.  I felt Aaden get behind, and he slowly slid into
me.  He cock filled me again as it had before, like no other cock had
tonight, and he fucked me slowly and firmly, and I cursed and blessed
him as the Tindal underneath me sucked firmly, his mitten coming up and
slowly stroking my balls and sometimes past them to touch my asshole as
Aaden's cock sawed in and out of me.  I was in heaven, and I could feel
the pain of denial fading, my orgasm coming, coming.  Aaden began to
shove harder, and he was going to come one last time, the third time,
and suddenly it felt like my balls squeezed down on their own, and
everything stopped, and I came, crashing down in an orgasm so long and
so loud that they must have heard me back in the main room, my every
muscle straining.  Aaden screamed aloud too, and the throbbing of his
cock back inside me was a final baptism for me.  I collapsed.

     When I came to, I was loose.  They were gone.  I rose, aching in
every muscle, from every demand.  My anus hurt like it had never hurt
before, my jaw tired, my cock sore from what must have been two hours of
erection.  When I finally did try and stand, my mind reeled.  I braced
myself against the wall.  The room was actually smaller than I had even
thought at first.  I noted a few things, like the small package of wipes
on the floor, mostly used.  Thank you, Aaden, for being at least that
concerned about my health that you would clean yourselves before taking
my mouth again.  The other thing was the little yellow sheet on the
door.  "We're in the Arc dining room.  Come find us if you awake before
1800 hrs."

     I dressed, noting the five claw holes in the vest.  They weren't
bad.  I was going to keep them.

     I left to find my abusers.  It was well before 1800.  I imagine I
wobbled a little as I walked.  The thought made me smile.  But I hurt.

     It was a good hurt.
 
 
 
     EPILOGUE:

     Walking through the bar had been difficult, trying to face all
those horny males, but I reached the SDisk and ordered it to take me to
my own room.  I showered, dressed and took a public disk to the Arc
dining room.

     When I got there, the sun was shining through the enourmous
skylight, and the plants that lined the metalwork ceiling were green and
lush.  I scanned the white-washed room for Aaden, and I found him,
complete with his four compatriots, and got the shock of my life.

     There was a general loud greeting, a lot of "Hey, how ya feelin's,"
and there, sitting between Aaden and the Uncia, sat P'nyssa.  I sat down
at the table uncomfortably, shifting, and said, rather shyly "Hi.  Guess
I'll be doing that for a couple of days."

     Aaden raised his eyebrows and said "Guess you will.  Well?"

     "Well what?" I asked.

     "Did you like it?"

     I stopped, gaped, and said "Of course I liked it.  But...  How..."

     "P'nyssa?" Aaden asked, both to finish my question and to prompt
P'nyssa to answer it.

     She said, "We had this planned months ago.  We were just waiting
for you to show up."

     "You what?"

     Well, you told me a while ago that that was a fantasy of yours, to
be willfully raped by several men."

     "So you... and he..." I was stunned.  "But I must have told you
that years ago!"

     She nodded.  "So?"

     I sighed.  "Thank you, P'nyssa."  I rose, walked over to her and
hugged her over the chair.  "I love you."

     "I love you too," she said.

     "How did you know to get Aaden?" I asked, still stunned.

      She smiled that coy smile that always drives me crazy.  "That was
the hard part.  But I did some research." She reached under the table
and pulled out a memory chip, plugged it into a small HoloMan she
carried, and Kathy Hawkwind's picture illustrated fine, and began to
relate the story I'd told her.

     "Sonuvabitch," was all I said.

     Aaden introduced me to the other three, the Human being a huge
blond man named Derek, the Uncia was named Tarritt and the other Mephit,
named Erith.  I hugged every one of them, but when I stopped at Erith I
said "Young melMeph, have you got something against me?"

     He looked flustered, and said, "No... why?"

     "Because you fucked me hard, real hard.  Harder than Aaden, even."

     "No, I don't think I do.  I thought you liked that sort of thing."

     I smiled, and laid an arm across my stomach, wincing at the slight
cramp still there, and said "I do.  Wow.  One other thing, Aaden, how
did you mask P'nyssa's scent?"

     P'nyssa answered.  "A little perfume, a little misdirection, a
little hardware.  It wasn't hard."

     "Oh."  They weren't going to tell me.  That's okay; it worked.
"How did you get P'nyssa past Rick?  As far as I know, she's the first
female to ever get into The Underground."

     "Ken," Aaden answered.  The fact that he called me by my first name
surprised me.  "Nobody is ever going to argue with an Uncia and
Shardik's roommate.  Not even an AI."

     I smiled.  It's nice to have friends like that.

--
"Aaden's Revenge"
The Journal Entries of Kennet R'yal Shardik, et. al., And Related Tales
are (c) 1989, 1992 Elf Matheiu Sternberg.  May be freely distributed by
cybernetic media; hardcopies are limited to single printings for
personal use.