Captain Emrah Jackson Ch. 22
This ongoing sci-fi series will contain non-consensual elements.
I came around on a large comfy bed. My clothes had been removed and there were silken cushions surrounding me. There was a short stout fat man standing next to the bed, and he smiled as I rubbed my sleepy eyes.
"You belong to me now, Kitten," he said, in a deep accented voice
I was still on Ferrin. A man named Lessing had befriended me and promised me help in getting off the planet. Instead, he had sold me to this strange man. The drugs that he had provided had made me an easy victim for the man who was now looking over my naked body. During my time in the gladiator arena, I had become hooked on a drug called wax.
I shook my head in disbelief. I was barely able to stand let alone stop what was about to happen, but with what last strength I had, I tried to crawl away from him.
A meaty hand grabbed my ankle and pulled me easily back onto the bed. "No need to be shy," he said, with a chuckle.
There was no where to go. I was too weak to fight, and my head was too fuzzy to think of another way out. The room I was in, looked to be expensively decorated, except everything had a tacky quality to it. The furniture including the bed frame was covered in cheap looking gold leaf and the walls were decorated in animal prints.
"My name is Gabel," he said, and began to unbutton his shirt. He was fat, but had a solid frame, and thick forearms. His skin had a deep dark tan, and he wore a solid gold chain around his neck. He looked to be in his fifties, and had thinning hair, that looked like it might have been dyed. He folded his shirt, and carefully laid it across the back of an ornate chair. "Open your legs, Kitten," he said, and began unbuckling his trousers.
"Where is Lessing?" I asked, quietly.
He chuckled again, and lay his trousers over his shirt. "He told me you got yourself into a little trouble. Don't worry, Gabel is here to look after you." He was naked now, and his short thick cock hung limply in the shadow of his belly. His chest was hairy, as was his stomach, and legs.
"I just want to get off the planet."
"With your addiction, you wouldn't last long."
I drew my legs to my chest, as he climbed on the bed.
"Have you worked in a pleasure house before?" he asked, and moved closer to me.
I shook my head, and felt my heart begin to race. This was my worst fear. I had seen those places in the old town. They were always heavily guarded with a constant stream of men coming and going.
He took a moment to admire my naked body. "A cute thing like you will be popular," he said, and stroked the back of his hand against my bare legs. "Follow the rules, and we won't have a problem."
With a numb feeling I watched his thick fingers paw and caress my calves. Nothing had gone right on this planet, nothing had gone right for a very long time. The only comfort I had felt was from the wax, but that had turned me into a weak and lethargic creature. I still craved it though, regardless of my better judgement.
Gabel put his hands on my knees, and told me to relax. "You're shaking like a leaf. I know this isn't your first time with a man," he said.
"Can I have some wax?" I asked, with a tremble in my voice. It was the only thing that would take my mind off things.
"As much as you want," he said, with a chuckle. "It needs to be earned, though. Are you ready to earn it?"
This wasn't the first man to leverage my need of the wax to get what he wanted, but he didn't just want to have sex with me, he wanted me to work in his pleasure house. I had to examine my options.
"What if I said, I wasn't ready."
He smiled thinly, and told me he had eighteen men working for him. "I will bring them up in groups of three, and I can assure you that tomorrow night your answer might be more affable. Would you like that?"
"No," I said, with a tremble in my voice. It was the subtle way he exerted his control that chilled my blood the most. He wasn't loud or brash. There was a cool confidence in his voice, and that ever hint of threat behind his words.
There was no more fighting, no more hoping, just the promise of the oblivion that the wax provided. Lilly, Delphine, Talia, Dex, all were gone, and I found myself alone in a situation that was becoming all too familiar. It was time to give up, I thought, sadly. The wax would make it all bearable.
He smiled and took one last look at my body before climbing off the bed. "I don't like this stuff myself, but I know how you girls love it," he said, and went over to a table. He came back with a tub of the stuff, and a silver ring in his hand. I watched as he scooped a little wax onto his finger and then rub it all over the ring. Then he fed his limp dick through it. It was a cock ring.
"Come and get your reward, Kitten," he said, with a grin.
I wanted the stuff desperately, but even so that didn't make what I was about to do anymore palatable. He stood next to the bed offering me his cock with a wide smile on his face. With some reluctance I crawled across the bed towards him. I could see the gleaming silver of the ring and felt the anticipation of the feeling grow inside of me. He had a thick bush of pubic hair and darkly colored cock and balls that stood in contrast to the glittering silver of the cock ring. All my resolve was draining away, as I lowered my head towards it. I smelled his musk, and a faint scented fragrance. I tried my best to lick the metal, but could taste him as I licked the wax off the ring. It was a humiliating experience. One that he was enjoying greatly as in seconds his cock began to swell. The effects of the wax started to hit me, and the unpleasantness of it didn't seem so bad anymore. I was able to lick with more confidence now. and I felt the warm harness of his cock brushing against my soft cheek.
"Underneath too," he said, a moved his cock to give me better access. As I licked his balls rubbed against my chin. My head was floating and I didn't care what I was doing anymore.
"A little more for you, Kitten." He took another finger full of the wax and applied it liberally to the end of his cock.
As he ran his fingers through my blonde hair, I shifted closer to him, and gently took his cock in my hand. My wet tongue licked the tip, tasting the wax and elicited a pleasing noise from him. With no encouragement I began to suck his thick cock. It was veiny, and I felt every bump sliding against my lips. I could feel the wax tingling on the back of my tongue as I slid it in deeper.
"Worth every credit," he said, and pushed at the back of my head. With his cock deep into my mouth, I couldn't help but moan at the feeling. The drug made me suck harder, and with my free hand I carefully massaged his balls. He seemed to enjoy this, so I let his cock out of my mouth, and began kissing them. Then with a groan from him I engulfed them with my lips. I rolled them around with my tongue, tasting his sweat.
As I pleasured him, he picked up a thin gold collar from the side table, and clamped it around my neck. The sound of the metal clicking made my heart drop as I knew what it meant. It meant that I belonged to him now.
He told me he wanted to see how tight I was. He spread my legs, and climbed on top of me. His large belly pressed onto me, and with a little maneuvering, his cock rubbed gingerly against my pussy.
"I like to break in the new girls," he said, with a grin.