Nathan’s balls continued to clench as bits of cum dribbled to the floor; his entire body still rejuvenating from the recent round of rough sex. Still, that was the furthest thing on his mind at the moment. Eyes boggling and sweat dripping down his clothed form, the former janitor was in shock. I just raped a girl….I literally….just…..what the fuck did I do? It’s all a blur, I can remember it happening, can remember the feeling. Yet, everything leading into it….it is just a flash. Just, what in the hell is wrong with me? Questioning what just happened, Nathan stood there quietly for a moment before noting Tesla’s hand wrapped around the tip of his manhood.
“What are you doing?” Nathan responded to the sensation. Feeling the edge of Tesla’s thumb maneuver against the crease of his cock, straddling the foreskin before swaying back up, the Captain couldn’t help but usher out a quiet groan. Yet, Tesla would hear the restraint, the obvious annoyance in the tone as she manipulated him from behind.
“Does it bother you, Captain?” The way she finished the sentence bothered him. Its gleeful tone slapping the back of his head like she would slap his ass; Nathan wasn’t sure what exactly had happened to make her this happy, but he didn’t like it. Something was off about the situation, though he knew what had occurred in the moment of his weakness. Nothing had sunk in till that moment, the moment she said captain with her sly little tone. His sin was not etched and buried into someone else’s body; possibly producing a tangible construct of said sin. Lowering his head in silence, he wrapped his hands around Tesla’s and pushed them away without a word.
Anger didn’t begin to describe what was pulsing through Nathan’s thoughts at the moment. All he had held sacred, what he had thought to be just and pure, the very nature of his life had just crashed around his ears. Sex was always meant to be something between passionate and loving, fun and relieving. What had just happened was none of those things. Looking at Ludma, he could see the raven-haired female weeping in the corner of the control panel. Witnessing her anguish was enough to nearly rip his heart straight form his chest. All of his restraint was required to keep himself from moving to her, trying to comfort her. He knew he couldn’t, after all he was the one that put her into that state of mind.
Turning his back to Tesla and Ludma for a moment, he wandered over to one of the nearby control panels. Lifting his pants and boxers as he did so, Nathan could only think about one thing. Alcohol, just I want something to fucking drink. Beer, bourbon, fucking Cerulian Ale….anything at this point. Thinking this, he could see Tesla staring at him from behind; however, he didn’t bother to respond to the red head. Usually, he would look towards her for some sort of guidance; maybe look at her with lust in his eye. Right now though, he could barely stand the sight of her; it made him sick to his stomach to even think about her. “Tesla….leave the room….go find us a way to get out of this damn mine.”
“Whatever you say, Captain.” She was gone immediately after the words left her lips. Silence invaded the small dark area, only Ludma and Nathan were left in the area; leaving the pair to mourn their specific issues. Slinking off the counter, Ludma could clearly see the pistol lying on the ground closer to her than her attacker. Both sets of eyes were suddenly on it, the Captain’s own stared at it for a moment, gazing at the sleek handle, the barrel and stock both garnet in color.
It took him a second to even fathom anything about it; however, the script on the side was what hit him. Never Surrender was etched in white down the barrel in tiny print, complete with a signature just barely visible near the exit point. Your sister, Abigail. Reading that statement made Nathan’s stomach lurch violently. Nearly vomiting, the dark-headed male’s head would twist around pushing down as he held on hand against it. The musky scent of the atrocious act was still in the air, tormenting him like the cruelest of demons; just the smell of it was enough to exasperate his sensibilities in the moment.
That hot stink of sweat and sexual fluids filled his nostrils. Nathan’s stomach began to convulse, the acids inside bubbling and swashing about while his own emotions mimicked the storm brewing there. Both hands clutched at the wall he was against, before clenching into fists and beating at it slowly. Head bowed in silent reverence, he could feel the situation from earlier being repeated. Ludma was standing behind him this time. The former swabbie didn’t even need to turn around to look at her to know that she was shaking. The steady sound of metal jingling in her head echoed in the tiny room before he let his head lean against the wall.
“You….you fucking bastard.” Her voice was just as shaky as her hand; it didn’t take a genius to hear the tears choking back in her throat. Letting both of his hands fall to the side; he didn’t look at her, rather he simply waited. All that came from it though was the continued sounds of the gun squeaking. What are you waiting for, shoot me! Nathan thought to himself, wanting the over-abundance of hardship and confusion in his life to just be gone. Cold steel continued to slice at his forehead, reminding him of his previous wound; the press of the flat surface reminding him of punishments he used to receive as a child. Go stand in the corner, he could hear his mother saying in his head. Would she even be able to look at him after what he had done?
A full two minutes had passed and the retort hadn’t gone off. Pulling his head away from the wall, Nathan’s eyes cut through the distance; both of the man’s hands had clenched into tightly packed balls. Only the odious appearance of his anger remained on his features; the scruff on his face was like daggers to him at the moment, every bristle making him cringe at their mere presence. His entire world had become hyper sensitive, the cold air making him shiver, the beat of his heart clear as day along with the dripping of water from a nearby faucet. All of it was enough to make him enraged, yet merely staring at Ludma was enough to make him regret that anger. “Shoot me.”
“What!?” Ludma’s shock had been expected, but Nathan didn’t give a damn, one hand came up wrapping around the barrel of the gun as he placed it between his eyes and held the barrel steady for her. Their eyes met, limegreen captured by the amber-green of the Captain. Sluggishly, he would rove both of the orbs across her features, waiting as the press of metal into his palms. All of it was so vivid, the alloy still warm from where it had been shot earlier, the encroaching darkness about the edges of his eyes, even the sound of their labored breathing. These are my death troughs, this will be the symphony I leave behind, what my last memories will be. The very thought brought him more pleasure than it should have.
“You heard me, shoot me. Put a plasma bolt through my eyes and make me close them forever.” Staring at her, he waited his sense of gravity snapping away. The entire planet completely lost it, the flow of the world dropping beneath him. Levitation hit him, the grasp of the ground releasing his feet as the white of the afterglow hit him. An unbearable heat smacking him between the eyes as he felt himself just letting go, there was no more sight, no more pain as he floated away. Nothing could have been sweeter as his mouth watered unconsciously. Life passed him as he lost himself in the grasp of Death. Arms flailed backward as they stretched outward waiting for the embrace of infinity to simply wash over him. Yet, even as he waited the taste of his mom’s freshly baked ham bloomed across his tongue, the memories of his family driving him back into reality.
It all collapsed back around him in an instant as he felt his own hand shaking at this point; Ludma staring at him in disbelief as he found himself easing back into his fury. “SHOOT ME!” He shouted at her, watching her finger tremble on the trigger. Irritation blossomed in him as he wrenched the gun from her grasp and pushed her away. Lifting it up and twisting it around so he could hold it properly; he gazed at the weapon. Contemplating all of his options, the Captain would lean against the nearby wall and watched as Ludma drew her knees up into her body and buried her face into them.
She mentally regressed….probably to cope with what just happened to her. I couldn’t imagine the woman who I met when I first came in here doing this. So the trauma of the events must have done something to her mind. Fuck, they did something to mine, so I can only imagine what it is doing to her. All of his pent up anger made him fume, if he had been a fire, the entire place would have been caught up in an inferno by this point; however, there was nothing he could do about. “FUCK WHY COULDN’T YOU JUST PULL THE DAMN TRIGGER!?” He shouted again, turning the gun at the console near them and pulling the trigger several times. “See, it isn’t that hard, just pull back.” Every word managed to bring him down a little before he saw the terror in the woman’s eyes.
“Stop! Those are the controls to the entire plant, if you shot those we’ll have no way of regulating everything!” The former Swabbie would twist his head around slowly at that moving forward to the control panels. A sea of flashing red and green lights, switches and knobs laid before him; thankfully labeled for connivance sake. Staring over the board, he chuckled a little bit, no way in hell it was all going to be this simple.
“Is there another panel that acts as an emergency override to these controls?” Nathan’s voice came out commanding, back to the usual authority that he really didn’t have. Regardless, he didn’t really give a shit at this point; he was the captain and it was about time he started acting like it. Gazing over a few of the blinking lights, he pushed up a few of the switches turning the drill up to the maximum setting. Immediately the sound of the drill kicking up a speed rang through the halls, the whirring sound raging like a tempest while Nathan flipped a single nob to turn the master controls for the cooling system off. Looking over everything, it didn’t take him long to find the fuel sections and the chemical filters that were keeping the various gases in the core from killing everyone. Rearranging the controls, it didn’t take him long to create the worst possible scenario for the mine.
“STOP! ARE YOU PLANNING ON KILLING EVERYONE!?” Ludma shouted running up and grabbing his arm before he pushed her away laying out a wave of gunfire into the panel. Sparks flew up in clouds as the electrical equipment sputtered and snapped, locked into their current positions as Nathan grabbed her arm and drug her out of the room.
“I’m not planning on killing jack-shit, just making sure this mine goes to oblivion. Now, tell me where the emergency controls are or I’ll change my previous plans.” Ludma almost whimpered at the feeling of the gun pressed against her arm. Does he have the strength that I don’t? Could he really bring himself to pull that trigger when its pointed at another living creature? That question was enough to drive her crazy, but she didn’t want to find out. At least the mine was equipped with enough warning systems that everyone inside should be able to get out in time. Nodding slowly, the woman got up and dusted herself off. No time to be feeling sorry for myself. I need to get out of this shit alive and it seems he’s offering me the option. As much as I despise this man, I’d rather live to fight another day than die on this rock.
“Yeah, the control panel is in a room down the hall to the right, next to the shuttles.” As she said this, she could already see him turning his back to her taking a few steps before stopping and staring down the hallway. His broad shoulders obscured most of her view of the rest of the hall, but she could visibly see him wrestling with something inside of his own mind.
“You’re likely going to be fired or blamed for all of this shit aren’t you?” Nathan asked quietly, keeping the gun pressed against his leg. It was a reassurance at this point more than a weapon and there was little anyone could have done to separate it from his grasp. Quietly walking away from his victim, he stared up at continual glow of florescent lights above him. “If you stay here, you’re going to die and if you manage to survive, your employers are likely going to either kill you or make you wish you were dead.” Ludma already knew what he was getting at as she began to walk behind him, clutching her fists.
“So what, now you’re going to act like some kind of hero to me? Tough shit buddy, you can offer me whatever salvation you want, but facts are facts. You’re the reason my life is in the shitter now, you’re the reason why I’m stuck and biggest newsflash of all. You just raped me you asshole. So I’m not going to bow down and kiss your feet because you’re offering me a way out.”
“I never asked you to.” Nathan responded coolly before turning around and marching down the rest of the hallway barely keeping his eyes to the sides as he maneuvered through the path. A small sign read emergency controls, at which point one solid boot was enough to send the door flying open and breaking the lock. Unloading a few rounds into the panel, he turned back around noticing a single armed guard screaming at him and readying an automatic rifle at him. Nathan didn’t give him a chance to fire as the gun in his own hand leveled against his skull and burrowed a round between his eyes. “You know him?”
“No, I didn’t socialize much.” Ludma answered disinterested in the current murder, though it did answer the question that Nathan did have the strength to pull the trigger when she didn’t. Rubbing her arms slowly, she found him moving away from her and heading toward the hanger where the red-head was probably waiting.
“Good, makes one less person I have to apologize to when this is all over.” Raising an eyebrow at the response, the ravenette was following behind him a bit closer than she normally would. Primarily to avoid being shot should someone else manage to cross their path. Nathan didn’t bother saying anything about this as he continued to walk down the hall eventually pushing through the door into the hanger where Tesla was standing next to one of the ships. Two guards were lying unconscious at her feet as she looked at her fingernails disinterestedly. Displeasure and annoyance were etched across her features as she looked up noticing Nathan coming along with Ludma close behind.
“Oh…keeping a trophy are you?”
“Shut up and get in the damn ship.” Nathan responded immediately, making Tesla glance at him with a small smirk before bowing. Instantly bounding up the loading ramp with a slight skip in her step while Nathan and Ludma entered behind her, Tesla could barely contain her glee at the fact Nathan was bringing Ludma along. Granted, she would soon find herself disappointed when she learned of his true intentions. As they stepped in, both Tesla and Nathan stared in disbelief at the insanely complicated cockpit which featured a large steel orb situated in the center of the entire ship that included a three-hundred and sixty degree turning radius complete with full camera coverage of every angle around the ship. A single seat was positioned with arm rests and a place for feet to be strapped in. It appeared that the entire pilots seat was designed to twist and turn so any angle could be looked at whenever the driver desired.
“Neither of you ever seen a cockpit like this before? I’m surprised this is pretty common.”
“Lady, I’ve never seen the inside of a cock-pit aside from that of an escape pod.” Nathan retorted to Ludma’s statement before she rolled her eyes and got into it. Once inside, she started to sit down before Nathan moved in. Sitting down before her, he waved his hand dismissively at her look of irritation. “Yeah, did you think I was going to trust you to fly the ship by yourself without anyone able to watch over you? You have about twenty reasons to want to kill us at this point, so forgive me if I’m skeptical.”
“You just want to feel my ass against your cock again.” Ludma snapped back as she sat down, but only on the tip of his knee.
“That’s just an added benefit.” Nathan said with a short chuckle before leaning back. Tesla meanwhile found a spot near the bay door, leaning against it as she held the rifle she had stolen at the ready. Soon though the door closed without anyone taking notice as the sirens began to bleat out their warning to everyone in the premise. Only moments later, Ludma brought her hands up bringing up holographic controls before her before igniting the engines and starting to drive.
“So…where are we headed oh great, glorious asshole?” Ludma spat out venomously at Nathan who simply told her to drive above the hill, where he noticed the Vorschilder from earlier watching the ship depart. Does it know I’m on this ship? Nathan thought to himself, but then remembered that the creature was the reason for his recent adventures. If it hadn’t been for that bastard he would have never found himself inside of the mine, he would have never raped Ludma and no one would have had to chase after him. Cursing with vehement hate for the animal, he turned his head back to the front.
“See that escape vessel crashed in the snow on screen?” Nathan finally asked after two minutes of stony silence in the vehicle.
“Yes.” Ludma replied quickly before turning one eyes to look back at him.
“Land by it, there are two people that need to get aboard the ship before we take off for Roshire. You can rest easy knowing you won’t be flying the next time around.” Stating this, he watched her comply with his request, then stepping out of the ship and retreating into one of the crew quarters. Nathan didn’t bother to chase her down, instead he was blind-sided by Tesla moving up to him wrapping her arms around the back of his head. The length of one of her legs wrapping around his backside before her groin thrust up into his own. While the immediate sensation wasn’t unpleasant, the reason she was doing it was what was bothering him.
“So, my conquering warlord…what do you plan to do with your new toy?” Nathan could already feel one of her hands running up and down the side of his face; however, he wanted nothing to do with it right now. Everything that was sensual and arousing about her had suddenly become nothing, it was repulsive and degrading. Yet, he couldn’t get out of her grasp, her leg strength almost crushing him as he lowered his head slowly.
“Nothing Tesla, I’m not going to do anything to her. She deserves better than ending up dead or miserable because of what I did. “
Tesla only stared at him for a moment before pulling her leg away from his back and keeping her hand up on his face. “Nathan, you’ve already laid a claim to her, she is yours just like Lily and I are yours as well. I don’t understand what the problem is, sure she needs to be broken a little bit more, but it isn’t something that some basic training wouldn’t solve.” Nathan brushed her hand aside slowly at that statement, seeing the sincerity and naivety that Tesla wanted to him to see, versus the cunning that was lurking beneath the surface.
“I’m not one of the Yor’zvin people Tesla. We’re also not on your planet anymore, this isn’t how we do things. What I did was a crime and I’ll pay for it….or at least make up for it in some facet. She may never forgive me and that’s alright. I don’t want her forgiveness, what I did was….beyond that. “ Turning his back to her, he stepped around her walking to the exit ramp. Hands shaking, he pulled the lever that opened the two vertical doors like a pair of jaws as the ramp descended into the snow. “I’m not a conquering warlord Tesla, I’m just a guy trying to survive and just happened to make a huge mistake.” At those words, he had departed from the ship heading over to the crash site to retrieve Garrus and Lily.
“I know you aren’t a warlord Nathan….not yet at least.” She smirked wickedly as she whispered the final bits, moving into the cockpit and examining it. There was enough space for at least three people to move comfortable around inside of the orb; however, it would be unwise to do so as the various devices that the pilot used to maneuver the ship, not to mention the chair itself twisted and turned about the area. Anyone not seated in the pilot’s seat once it became operational was likely to become nothing more than a bloody smear on the floor. Leaning up against the wall, she waited, already rehearsing the events that would transpire once Garrus and Lily got on the ship.
The next five minutes were utter chaos. Garrus and Lily had both been ecstatic to see Nathan alive and mostly unharmed. The trio initiated in a group hug; though, it was apparent that something was wrong when their Captain’s face remained cold and his gaze distant throughout the entire exchange. Eventually, the pair was lead into their stolen ship, an X-4 Esper Class Transport vehicle. Garrus looked over it apprehensively at first, scarcely believing his eyes at the sight as he poked his head into the ship and stared at the wide open space. The ship itself was almost triple the size of the Thespian escape shuttle and could hold up to twenty people comfortably through the cabin spacing it had available. The ship looked more like a rounded book that was opened to let the cover remain even with both-sides. Yet, a small observation desk rested where the spine’s middle should be. At least six thrusters pushed out from the back of the cylinder-like body, each positioned out to the side beneath the shadow of the rounded wings.
The sight of the ship was only able to distract the male so long though as the sound of Ludma’s weeping caught her ears. Apparently, she had made some motion to escape out onto the planet’s surface while he was out. In response, Tesla had drug her back into the ship and degraded everything that the woman was. She had been able to remain strong when she could focus on her hatred of Nathan, but alone with the red-head, she lost it. Her sorrow and grief tinged with desperate anger eventually becoming the catalyst for her current session of tears. It had all been music to the princess’s ears as she stuck to herself in the cockpit, knowing that Garrus would come there first.
When Garrus met Ludma, he didn’t want to admit that he could guess what had happened. In his mind, he could already see Tesla violating her in some way and offering her up to Nathan as some sort of prize. Lily meanwhile was standing outside the door looking in, she wondered if the woman had been hurt or if she had merely been caught up in something that she didn’t understand. Perhaps it was just a massive misunderstanding? Neither her nor Garrus could imagine Nathan doing what had actually occurred and when the truth finally emerged, there was a stunned silence through-out the ship. Nathan found himself lowering the bill of his hat down, covering his eyes in shame as Garrus stood up slowly.
The pilot’s fist had clenched up tightly, it was shaking violently as he closed the gap between him and the Captain. Lily meanwhile ran in to comfort Ludma and check her for injuries as she closed the door. Nathan could already see the tears in her eyes. He didn’t attempt to stop the fist that hurtled into his jaw in the next second either; the pain was an instant reminder of just how grievous a crime he had committed. As he stood there unmoving, he wished Garrus could hit harder, but the male was still out of shape and nowhere near strong enough to rattle him like Alexander did. Still, when he had been struck, he swore that it was the most painful punch he had ever taken in his life. Not because it physically wounded him, but because he knew he deserved it.
“RAPE….YOU RAPED HER!? ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME NATHAN!? AS MANY TIMES AS YOU PREACHED ABOUT THE SANCTITY OF LOVE ON THE THESPAIN, AS MANY TIMES AS YOU TOLD US TO STOP MESSING AROUND WITH LILY….you….you fucking raped that woman!? You filthy fucking hypocrite! All your moral shit was nothing more than a guise so you could pull something like this and try to hide it away!? Did you think we wouldn’t notice, did you think we wouldn’t find out!? Jesus….just fucking hell Nathan, what the fuck is wrong with you!? “ Garrus’s indignation hit the former janitor hard; however, his jaw locked into place when he tried to answer. Everything began to get hazy as he swayed back and forth on his feet.
A. Tell Garrus off.
B. Feel Shame and withdraw to the quarters.
C. Feel Shame and apologize.
D. Strike Garrus and storm off without a word.
E. Ignore everything.
